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at my motel. I knew it was around. I’ve been out on reservation land trying to track it and get a line on it. But the biker gangs are pulling with the Indian thugs, and they’re wrapped in the damn local Mafia, with all of them possibly doing the trafficking of women.”
    Finn shook his head slightly as her hand cupped his cheek and he deeply felt her touch. Probably the thing he’d wanted the most, living in the hell of undercover for so long, was to share what was happening to him with someone who gave a damn.
    “Honey,” Coco murmured.
    Yeah, that was it, right there. He fucking needed that.
    “Okay, no more talk about me leaving. You just do what you have to do,” she whispered.
    Finn took her hand and kissed her palm. “You always this sweet?”
    She smiled with a heated look at his lips on her palm. “Southern sweet,” she drawled softly.

Six] She Blindsided His Life
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    F inn had left Coco back at his house drinking coffee, sitting in one of his dress shirts, and he was hoping like hell when he returned that night he’d find her dressed in as little or nothing at all. He might call her that day and see if he could coax her into doing some naked waiting.
    She had completely blindsided his life, but he was damn well rolling with it.
    He’d told her at the front door to his lake house he’d bring takeout and be back home by six. Man, it had been damn nice saying that—her doing it—then double amazing having a woman who was going to be waiting for him.
    They’d done a make-out session at the door, so hot he’d nearly picked her up and fucked her on the stairs. The only thing that had stopped him was his cell constantly ringing. But he’d left Coco wet, hot, and exquisite.
    Now he had something to come home to.
    That made him start whistling as he entered the police station with accompanying jail, where the ATF, which were his men, the DEA, and a team of U.S marshals had set up shop for the big takedown. A lot of people in town thought he was a lowlife, but by that morning, it was known who the hell he really was, at least in local law enforcement, so he even got chin nods as he entered the station.
    He could not say that didn’t feel fucking good.
    “Detective special agent,” Justice Walkinghorse said. He was the U.S. marshal that had been assigned to the reservation and surrounding area for the last several years, and he gave Finn a knowing half-smile. Justice seemed pleased to be able to finally call him his correct rank in public, and Finn shook Justice’s hand. “Hell of a takedown, man,” Justice said.
    Finn released his hand with a nod, then Finn’s AFT handler Ty Booth came into the office area they’d commandeered. Ty was tall, with spiked blond hair and wicked eyes that looked so intense they appeared electrified.
    “Ghost dick,” Ty greeted Finn, and they slapped hands, then shook.
    Finn got his dig in by saying, “Ghost dick’s handler, how’s it hanging.”
    Some of the street people had called him “Ghost” while he was undercover.
    Justice chuckled, while Ty looked pissed, but then he smiled. “Okay, buddy, you deserve a couple after what you’ve been through.”
    They finished shaking hands, then let go, as Justice said, “Bad mess here last night.”
    Finn raised an eyebrow, looking at Ty. Ty set his paperwork down on a desk and stuffed a hand in his front jeans pocket.
    “We have one dead, Finn,” he said.
    “Jesus,” Finn muttered. “How the hell?”
    Justice answered, “They’re like magicians, and one got enough to make a shank.”
    Finn made an irritated sound as Ty told him the rest. “Good thing is Runningtree is ready to spill after that. If we get him safe.”
    Finn felt his heartbeat speed up. They’d not gotten Creed yet, but Runningtree was in the thick of it.
    “Let’s see what he has to say,” Finn said.
    An hour later and Finn was pissed. Runningtree was playing games. He’d given them some useless information, not