Judging Judas (Tarnished Saints Series Book 3) by Elizabeth Rose Read Free Book Online

emotion. And she’d learned through the years that to focus on what you didn’t want would only manifest it. So instead, she pictured her daughter smiling and safe.
    “We’ll talk when you get here. Now hurry up. No, wait. You don’t drive fast enough. I’ll be right there to get you.”
    “Judas, the police station is a block from here, I’ll just walk.”
    “No. Stay there. I’ll come to you. There’s something I want to talk to you about without anyone else around.”
    “Fine,” she said, clicking the phone off and shoving it back into her purse. She walked to the large picture window at the front of her shop and saw Judas coming out of the police station, getting into his car and actually driving over. She just shook her head and grabbed her purse, locking the front door and waiting for him at the curb.
    The squad car stopped and he got out quickly and walked around the car to meet her.
    “Judas, did you really have to drive? It’ s so close I probably could have spit farther.”
    He opened the door and just nodded. “Get in.”
    “Where are we going? Shouldn’t we be talking about J.D? And tell me, how does a seventeen-year-old escape from a police station?”
    “Get in,” he said again, and this time laid his hand on her elbow and guided her into the car. It felt good to be touched by him again. Really good, and she found herself holding her breath as she settled onto the front seat of the police car and waited for him to join her.
    Once inside the car, she just looked at him, waiting for him to tell her what was going on. “You don’t seem too worried that one of your prisoners has escaped,” she finally said to break the silence.
    “ Neither do you seem worried that your daughter is missing.”
    “I choose not to worry,” she said, putting a hand on her crystal. “Although it’s not easy with a daughter like J.D.”
    “Put on your seat belt,” he said, putting the car into drive yet keeping his foot on the brake.
    “To go a block? And since wh en do you care, since you refused to put it on when we were in the middle of a chase?”
    “I didn’ t consider driving twenty miles per hour a chase. Now are you going to do it or do I have to do it myself?”
    She l eft out an exasperated sigh, and before she had a chance to do it, he’d leaned over and was reaching for her seat belt.
    “Now I know where your daughter gets her stubbornness,” he mumbled into her ear.
    “Our daughter,” she corrected him, but he didn’t respond. He grabbed for the shoulder harness and when he did, his arm accidentally rubbed up against her breasts. She gasped as he then pulled it around her and buckled it, his fingers brushing against her waist as he pulled the slack tighter.
    His body was close to hers and she could smell the enticing scent of his musky cologne. She could also see the slight stubble of whiskers covering his face. He had a strong, straight nose and bushy brows. His eyes were dark as a midnight sky and looked dangerous yet sexy at the same time. And his mouth was so close that she couldn’t stop thinking about all the kisses they’d shared so many years ago, and wanting to do it once again.
    “Well , even though you’re not worried, I thought I’d tell you,” he said, his eyes glancing down at her lips for a split second before he straightened back up, cleared his throat and looked out the front window. “Our daughter is safe.”
    Laney’s heart beat furiously when she realized he’d said our daughter. Did this mean he wasn’t going to hate her after all? That he would accept the fact he was a father? And most of all, that he wouldn’t convict his own daughter?
    “Where are you taking me?” she asked.
    “I’m taking you to J.D.” He pulled out and drove away from town, and toward Thunder Lake.
    “I thought you said she escaped. So do you know where she went?”
    “I never said she escaped. I said she was gone. I’ve moved her from the jail for now until I can decide what