We All Sleep Alone (Finley Creek #11) - Calle J. Brookes Page 0,129

perfect to her. She’d realized exactly how she felt about him the instant he’d been shot alongside a Brownsville highway. Today had cemented everything for her. “I’m ready and willing. As soon as we check on Shelby and get out of here.”

“Come home with me. Move in with me. We’ll find a house together.”

“Already making plans?” She loved his take charge attitude now. His way of wanting to protect those he loved by making things happen for them.

“Wishes. I don’t ever want to be apart from you again.”

He lifted her. She knew what he wanted.

Izzie kissed him again, as she heard the sounds of the ER erupting around them.

Nikkie Jean let out a whoop, there was clapping and laughing.

Annie was there somehow. When Izzie pulled back to breathe again, Nikkie Jean, Annie and Fin were right there, all dressed in FCGH scrubs, arms linked, and watching her and Allen like they were the main attraction.

Which she supposed they were.

It had never felt more perfect.

She tightened her arms around his neck.

Izzie wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him. Right where they stood.

Until her uncle tapped her on the shoulder and she looked into eyes as dark as her own.

“Come up for air, you two. The TSP has questions.” He was scowling. He’d heard every word Allen had said.

Izzie suspected the entire ER had heard what Allen had said.

She didn’t care at all. Allen was hers. Time everyone knew that.

Allen shot her a wicked grin, then turned to her uncle. “Sorry, Uncle Jake. We have a future to plan.”

Izzie laughed again at the look on Jake’s face, as her arms tightened around Allen. She couldn’t wait.

She never had to be alone again.

What About Jake?

Jake MacNamara gets his own book, and solves his case in the conclusion to the Finley Creek: Disaster miniseries:

STAND NEXT TO ME

Coming in 2021.

An Oldie But Goodie

Allen and Izzie got stuck together in We All Sleep Alone, which is always a fun storyline to write, and especially fun to read.

For another “stuck together” book check out the PAVAD title RUNNING …

You might just run across a few favorite Finley Creek characters in this book, too!

SETH Lorcan ached like a bitch. Every bone in his body reminded him of that. And he didn’t understand how it had happened. He certainly hadn’t been pulverized when he’d woken that morning. He’d had two things on his mind—attending a funeral for a friend and then heading to Lake Meredith and finishing out his first vacation in eight years.

This wasn’t what he’d had in mind.

Someone had tried to kill him. Dammit.

He hated when that happened.

He needed to get back to his place in Amarillo and figure out just who in three hells had bashed him in the head and stuffed him in an FBI issue trunk. That was priority one.

But how was he supposed to do that? He wasn’t even sure how he’d ended up in this parking lot. He wasn’t even sure what parking lot or what agency he was in. Or what state. And it had to be an agency—the license plates were mostly federal.

Someone had hit him over the head, and next he knew he was in a damned trunk. He didn’t know who owned the trunk, but he’d for damned sure find out. How far up were they in whatever agency they spawned from? They had to be for him to end up in a government sedan. What about his whole team? Were they ok?

Were they involved in whatever had landed him in the trunk in the first place? Was it one of his damned teammates? People he worked with every day? They were the only people who’d known where he was going. Pretty ballsy to knock him out in broad daylight. There were several on his eight-member team who could do it—and several that he wouldn’t put it past. FBI, ATF, and DEA were not always good bedmates—even on these special little task forces that were designed to have agencies working like nice little playground buddies. Knocking him over the head and tossing him in a trunk would be just something they’d play. Hell of a playground game, but not one that surprised him. Not really.

Pretty shitty of them to do it the day of their colleague’s funeral, though. Or was it more than that? Was it Antonio’s killer who’d knocked him in the skull? He had been at Antonio Riaz’s houseboat when he’d been conked. If it had been one of his own teammates, who could