Newborn Conspiracy by Delores Fossen Page A

over in many ways, it’d just begun.
    “Here’s the guest room," Logan said, leading her through the Mexican-tiled kitchen and to the other side of the house.
    The place wasn’t grand by anyone’s standards, but it had a homey feel to it, thanks to the decorator he’d hired. Everything was designed for comfort because it was his place to get away from it all. Nestled on the Guadalupe River amid four acres, it was still technically within city limits. Close enough to the city but also the perfect place for peace and quiet.
    He hoped.
    Logan flipped on the lamps in the guest room, set the diaper bag on the floor and turned back the earth-toned log cabin quilt on the queen-size bed. He did a quick scan to make sure the curtains were drawn and the tiny red security lights next to the windows were on, meaning the windows were locked and secured. Not that he had thought differently. Someone he trusted from his team had already checked out the entire house and grounds to make sure it was as safe as it could possibly be.
    “There are pj’s in the dresser that might fit you," he whispered so he wouldn’t wake the baby."And you should find a toothbrush and some toiletries in the bathroom. If you’re hungry, just help yourself to anything in the kitchen."

    She gave a crisp nod.

    “There’s obviously no crib," he continued."But I’ve arranged to have one delivered in the morning. Extra diapers and baby clothes are on the way, too."

    “That’s not necessary," she practically snapped."We won’t be here that long and Tanner can sleep in the carrier tonight." She sat it on the center of the bed and turned back around to face him.

    Logan heard the argument they were going to have before she even spoke a word. So he tried to diffuse it and alleviate some of her fears, “I’m not trying to worm my way into your life."

    Her mouth was already open, but that closed it. Temporarily."It feels that way."

    “I know. And I wish I could change that, but I can’t. I need to keep Tanner safe until we can figure out what’s going on. And since you’re breast-feeding him, and since you’re his mother, you’re stuck here with him. For his sake." Logan added.
    He considered adding for your sake, too, but he instinctively knew that would only cause her more concern. Heck, it would cause him concern, as well, because his focus had to be on Tanner, not Tanner’s mom.
    But he would get to know his son, and would be a father, even if that hadn’t been Mia’s plan from the start. Now that he knew about Tanner, he could not go back and extract himself from the picture.

    Mia huffed, but that simple sound seemed to take the wind out of her sails. Or maybe she was just too tired to argue. Logan certainly was.
    “Genevieve might not even be behind the shooting," she said, rubbing her fingertips over her left temple. Obviously she’d given this some thought on the thirty-five minute drive from the hospital to the house."We don’t even know if we’re looking in the right direction."

    “Genevieve isn’t the only direction," Logan agreed."She’s just a start. I also have my people looking for Donnie Bishop."

    “The man you mentioned earlier? You said he was an investor at Brighton," Mia supplied,
    “Did you ever meet him?"

    “No."

    “I doubt he spent much time around the clients or patients. From what I can tell, he dealt with the criminal elements. Anyway, if he knew about your forced surrogacy, he could be trying to cover his tracks so there won’t be anyone to testify against him."
    Still, Logan’s first choice of suspects was Genevieve.
    Tanner stirred inside the carrier and Logan tried to bend closer to check on him, but Mia stepped in front of him.
    That probably wasn’t the best idea she’d ever had, because her attempt to stop him resulted in them landing against each other, breasts against chest.
    There it was again. That kick. His body reacted to her. A reaction that Logan shoved to the side.
    What he didn’t do