Execution Style (Code 11-KPD SWAT 4)

I pulled into my drive and parked underneath the awning.

Miller didn’t move from his spot, causing me to frown.

He’d never once failed to meet me at my door if he was aware that I’d arrive. Never once.

I knew he’d seen me pull in; I’d watched his head follow my progression down the street from a quarter mile away. Hell, he’d heard me, too.

Grabbing my purse, I exited the car and started to walk slowly over to him.

“Hey,” I said once I was close enough.

I noticed that he had bags under his eyes. Those baby blues didn’t shine like they usually did; they were hard and wary. Not that it was a surprise that he’d be tired; he’d been gone half the night with that call and he had to be on shift at six this morning after that.

“Hey,” he said in his deep, rumbly voice.

I tried to sit down on the swing beside him, but he caught me around the hips and directed my ass at his lap.

I took the direction easily, sitting on his lap and pulling my feet up onto the wooden bench.

His arms encircled my upper body and he pulled me in close, resting his head on the top of mine.

This was new for us.

Although we were affectionate, and he kissed me every once in a while, he was always respectful of my personal space. Which got to be a bit annoying at times. Sometimes I just wanted him to be him and me to be me.

I wanted him to grab me from behind and try to scare me like I saw him do James’ wife, Shiloh, the other day while we’d been eating out with them.

I wanted him to wrap his arms around me and kiss me desperately.

I wanted him to be the man he wanted to be, without gauging his desires beforehand. He was always careful not to do something that he thought might scare me and, although I was grateful, I wanted to be normal.

To have normal with him.

And this, sitting in his lap, felt normal.

It felt right.

“We’re waiting on Foster, then we can go,” he rumbled.

His voice even sounded tired. Poor guy.

“Do you want me to drive? Didn’t you both have to work today?” I asked softly.

He shook his head. “Yeah, we both had to work. But we can handle it.”

“Hmm,” I said, not agreeing nor disagreeing with him.

I’d found that Miller did what he wanted, regardless of his limitations.

For instance, he’d fixed the sink in my house.

When I didn’t have the right tools, he’d improvised. Mostly by using his brute strength rather than letting me go buy a new tool that could’ve saved him a lot of trouble and time.

I found it easier just to let him do what he was going to do.

“How was your day?” He asked, rubbing his hand up and down my back.

I smiled, resting my head against his collarbone.

“It was great,” I yawned. “But I’m so tired I could sleep for hours.”

He chuckled, causing me to bounce up and down on his chest.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “I know the feeling. How were you going to drive if you were tired, though?”

I shrugged, jostling his head that was still resting on the top of mine.

“I’d have stayed awake,” I mumbled to him.

Maybe. Probably.

“Hmm,” he said. “Everybody left you alone?”

I nodded. “I didn’t go anywhere out in public but out to lunch with the guys. They’re like a human fortress, though. Nobody got within ten feet of me except for the waitress, and she was new in town, so she didn’t know me.”

“Good,” he said, sounding pleased that the guys had taken care of me.

Although I found it nice that they were doing that, they couldn’t be there forever.

When my belly started to grow, and I couldn’t hide my pregnancy anymore, I was sure the gossip mills would start running full force.

“How was work?” I asked, running my palm up and down his chest.

“Long. It was fun, though. Foster got to help deliver a baby with the paramedic today,” Miller laughed.

I smiled. “How’d that go over for him?”

Foster, from what I could tell, was baby-phobic.

He liked his nieces and nephews, don’t get me wrong, but there was just something about the small ones that freaked him out.

Like a few weeks ago, I met Miller and Foster while they were having lunch. While we were eating, some woman had come up to Foster and asked him if he’d be willing to take a picture with her baby.

I’d had a good laugh because Foster had looked so incredibly uncomfortable holding the child that it was hilarious to me.

A big, badass police officer was scared of a tiny kid.

Foster chose that moment to pull into the driveway, and Miller waited to answer until his truck was turned off and he started towards us.

When Foster got to within three feet of us, he said, “Alright, boys and girls. Who the fuck is ready to fly?” announcing his presence.

I raised my brows at him, and he smirked at me.

Raising my legs with one hand, Foster sat down on the empty space where my feet had been, and I heard the swing groan.

“Oh, Jesus,” I whispered, looking up at the branch. “Just don’t swing us and I think we’ll be okay.”

Foster snorted and pushed off with both feet.

“It’ll be fine,” he said laughingly.***“Would you two stop it?” I said in exasperation.

Miller turned his pissed off eyes to me and glared. “I deserve the right to glare at him.”

“Yeah, well maybe you should do it when we’re not getting frisked and cavity searched,” I snapped.

A giggle from the other side of airport security had me turning to see a very beautiful, black haired woman. Trance, Miller’s other brother, had his arm wrapped around her, hugging her to him closely.

“What the hell are all of them doing here?” Miller rumbled by my side.

His eyes weren’t on the black haired beauty, however, they were on…

I stiffened and turned my head past the pretty black haired woman to a wall of…leather.