To Donovan Creed’s child.

A child that could destroy her relationship with Creed.

Except that…

The message in her brain was about more than just forgetting what she saw. It also included knowledge that Miranda isn’t keeping the baby.

Rose is.

And Miranda won’t even remember birthing a child.

All Callie has to do is keep the information to herself. Put it in one of her mental files and lock it away.

No problem.

No one on earth is better at hiding secrets than Callie.

4.

Donovan Creed.

I’M LOOKING AT the sexiest sight Planet Earth has to offer: Callie Carpenter, naked, in my bed.

Okay, so I’m exaggerating.

A little.

I mean, she is in my bed, and she is naked, but she’s currently under the covers, which means it’s not quite the sexiest sight a man can view.

Still, I know what you expect of me. It might make Callie angry, but I’m here for you. So hang on a sec while I—

“What’ the hell?” Callie says.

I take it all in for you. Every curve, indentation, and both perfect protrusions. Then say, “I was just thinking the only thing sexier than lying beside you is seeing you naked.”

She frowns, grabs the covers, pulls them back up.

“A minute ago you asked me about Kathleen, now you want to see me naked? Should I connect the dots?”

I laugh. “I asked if you were still angry that Dr. Box stuck me with Kathleen last night. Are you?”

Callie says, “It’s over, right?”

“It’s been over for years.”

“So there’s no reason for you to ever speak to her again?”

“No reason I can think of.”

“Then no, I’m not angry.”

Callie may not be angry, but I am. I tried to corner Dr. Box after the setup last night, but he scampered off when Addie gave me a hug. I chose not to chase after him and make a scene, but I probably should have, since I can’t very well call the man while Callie’s here.

My phone vibrates. I listen a minute, then hang up.

Callie says, “What’s wrong?”

“Possible terrorist attack.”

“Where?”

“Arkansas.”

“Little Rock Air Force Base?”

“No.”

“Pine Bluff Arsenal?”

“What’s that?”

“Munitions storage.”

“How do you know these things?”

“How do you not?”

“Willow Lake,” I say. “It’s a resort town in the Ozarks.”

“It can’t be tourist season there.”

“No. The target appears to have been unoccupied vacation homes. The bombers purposely avoided population centers. If they wanted to kill large numbers of people they would’ve picked the town. Or an actual city. It’ll be classified as a terrorist attack, but that definition doesn’t pass the smell test. Not yet, anyway. It feels more like an attempted assassination.