Any Day Now (SWAT Generation 2.0 8)

“Getting it right now,” he said. “Four hours later.”

I scrunched up my nose. “What time are you off again?”

“Eight,” he answered. “I’m gonna get someone to drop me off there then I can hang until it’s time for you to get off shift at twelve.”

I instantly felt my heart stutter in my chest. “You don’t have to do that, Adam.”

“No,” he agreed. “But I want to. Rogan is giving me a bad feeling.”

Him and me both, which was why I’d called my dad to talk to him about this restraining order.

“My dad said that if Rogan shows, I can’t talk to him or even get my friend to talk to him. No third-party involvement at all. Also, he’s filing a counter restraining order on my behalf against Rogan. He said that I needed one to make him stay away from me. He was getting it expedited to the judge just before I hung up with him,” I told him as I made my way to my car.

“I have no idea how that works,” Adam admitted. “But I hope, for your sake, that you don’t need the counter restraining order. But, for some reason, I think that your dad is right. He’s not going to let this go. Did your dad have any luck finding that hacker?”

I sighed as I bleeped the locks on my car and slid inside.

“No,” I admitted. “But he’s asking around. Dad made it sound like if the hacker wanted to help us, he would. Any luck on your parents’ end?”

Adam’s parents were actually extremely adept with computers as well. They had skills finding out things that most people couldn’t. Sadly, they mostly liked to stay above the law and not do anything overtly illegal.

Which was where the hacker would be hiding.

“No,” he sighed. “I did contact Janie, though. She’s even better at finding things than they are. If my parents can’t find Hunt, Janie will. I just don’t know if it’s going to be in time before Rogan does something stupid.”

I blew out a breath.

“Tomorrow, I’m going to do nothing but lay in your bed. Reserve my strength,” I teased.

There was a long moment of silence and then, “What do you need to reserve your strength for?”

I grinned as I reversed out of the driveway. Only when I was moving forward, and my phone finally connected to the Bluetooth speaker that allowed me to use the phone hands-free, did I answer.

“Because I don’t feel like we’ve gotten the time we deserve lately. Tonight, we’ll have a preview of what’s to come tomorrow when you get off and don’t have to go to work the next day,” I teased.

There was a long moment of silence and then he said, “Be right back,” before I heard him moving.

I bit my lip as I navigated the streets of Cop Row. I raised my hand and waved at Derek, then Nathan who was running down the road and had rivers of sweat pouring off of his skin.

He didn’t wave back like Derek did. He gave me a chin lift.

I came to a stop at the road that would lead to Kilgore just as Adam said, “You seriously just made me hard in front of today’s command leader.”

“What does ‘today’s command leader’ mean?” I asked curiously.

“Foster and Bennett switch off being our babysitter of sorts. They go with us on SWAT calls, tell us what we do and don’t need to get done. Make sure we have all our necessary hours in training that are required by the police department. Glorified grown men babysitters.” He chuckled.

I accelerated and glanced in my rearview mirror, surprised when I saw a car following closely behind me.

I turned back to focus on the road in front of me just as I said, “So, I’ve gotta go to work now. But I’ll see you tonight? You’ll ride home with me?”

I heard the growl in his voice as he said, “You’re just gonna drop what you want to do tonight and tomorrow into my lap, and expect me not to hear details? Or drop it?”

I grinned. “I was just worried about you. I don’t want you to go back to work uncomfortable.”

He muttered a curse under his breath. “I’ll see you tonight, Amelia. Be ready.”

With that, he hung up and I felt nerves start to roll their way through me.

Not bad nerves, either.

Good nerves.

Being slightly uncomfortable about where this was leading me, I didn’t once look at the person driving the car behind me. Not when he followed me to work. Not when he followed me to my parking spot. And not when he watched me walk in as I daydreamed of my night to come.

***

“Listen,” I said to the waitress. “We don’t have any more of that scotch. He and his buddies cleaned us out. I have these listed here, or nothing.”