Trouble with a Badge (11 page)

But different from that other real kiss.

Everything was different.

After nearly dying, this didn't seem like such a big mistake, but it was. Knowing that, however, didn't stop him. Levi snapped her closer until she was plastered right against him, and he deepened the kiss.

This need for her wasn't what he wanted. Far from it. He wanted to feel the calm detachment that would have made his life so much easier. Didn't happen. No detachment. Instead, the kiss turned to fire, a fire so hot that kisses were only going to fuel it even more.

He dropped some of those kisses on her neck. And went even lower. Until that wasn't enough, either, and Levi shoved up her top. She helped, not that it was actually helping, but Alexa opened the front hook of her bra, and her breasts spilled out into his hands.

That was a game changer.

Of course, he lowered his head and kissed her breasts. Despite the urgency building between them, he took his time. When he was done, when Alexa's breath was ragged and her hands working hard to touch him, he circled her nipples with his fingers and went after her mouth again.

She didn't just slide right into the kiss, though. Alexa fought first with his shoulder holster. When she couldn't get that off him, she went after the buttons on his shirt. And she hit pay dirt when her mouth landed on his chest.

Oh, man.

So not the direction he should be going.

Knowing that didn't stop him or slow him down. Levi went after the zipper on her jeans. She helped without breaking those maddening kisses she had now taken to his stomach.

“Take off your jeans,” he insisted.

This would have been a really good time for her to say they needed to stop. She didn't. “You take them off.”

Because he was obviously stupid right now, that was exactly what he did. Not just her jeans, either. Levi pulled off her panties with them.

“Don't change your mind,” she said.

It was advice Levi knew he shouldn't take. But he just kept moving this forward. Just kept escalating it. And he didn't exactly do it with a lot of finesse, either.

He should pick Alexa up and take her to the guest room, but his body was urging him on and he didn't want to waste the couple of minutes it'd take him to do that. Instead, they maneuvered around on the sofa while Alexa unzipped him and freed him from his boxers.

Levi didn't change his mind. He pushed into her, the pleasure slamming into him. He had to take a second to catch his breath. And nearly lost it again when he saw her face.

She was beautiful, and it wasn't the sex talking. Alexa was a knockout, and she was looking up at him as if giving him permission to explore every inch of her with every inch of him. Levi started to do just that.

And then he stopped.

“No condom,” he somehow managed to get out.

Alexa shook her head as if it didn't matter, but then her eyes widened. “I'm not on the pill.”

“Hell.” And because he couldn't think of anything else to say, he repeated the one word a couple of times.

Making the mistake of having sex with someone he was protecting was one thing, but getting her pregnant would take this to new realms of stupidity. Thankfully, it was enough to get him to move off her.

Way off.

Levi dropped to a sitting position on the floor, because he figured it would only add to the stupidity if he was still touching her.

“I'm sorry.” Alexa sat up, too, and immediately started grappling to get back on her clothes.

Good.

Because seeing her naked wasn't going to help this, either. Levi fixed his jeans. Not easy to do with his erection demanding that he finish what they'd started. The demand was so strong that Levi considered running to Dexter's medicine cabinet to see if he had any condoms.

Talk about fanning a flame that shouldn't be fanned.

But Levi didn't have to resist that particular temptation, because his phone buzzed. It was Jericho again, which meant it had to be important. Levi answered it, and hoped his brother wouldn't pick up on the weird vibes there were now in the room.

“We might have found something,” Jericho said. “I've got to process the evidence and that'll take a while, but if it tells me what I think it's going to tell me, we should be able to make an arrest.”

Levi had plenty of questions but went with the obvious one. “Who?”

“Marcos. We finally might have something to put him in a cell for the rest of his scummy life.”

Chapter Eleven

Alexa wasn't sure she could sit still much longer and wait for Marcos to arrive. Everything inside her was twisting and churning, and she had nowhere to aim all that nervous energy.

Unlike Levi.

Since they'd arrived at the sheriff's office, he'd been at his desk working. Either talking to someone on the phone or writing up reports about the attack in the parking lot. Actually, that was what he'd been doing since the day before when Jericho had first called about the possible evidence he'd found against Marcos. Levi certainly hadn't jumped into a conversation with her about what'd happened on the sofa.

And Alexa wasn't sure if she should be thankful for that or not.

It'd been a mistake, even if it hadn't actually felt like one. They had so many more things that should have their attention, and their lives were still on the line. The last thing they should be doing was having sex. Or rather attempting sex.

No way should that happen.

Alexa repeated that reminder to herself and forced her attention off Levi. That didn't last long at all. Her gaze went right back to him.

Of course, she'd always known he was attractive. Hard not to see that then and now since she was seated only two desks away from him. Levi had definitely inherited those hot Crockett genes. But he'd also been hands off because of the bad blood between his family and her. That bad blood, though, hadn't been enough to stop the attraction from boiling over, and now Levi was clearly trying to put as much emotional distance between them as possible.

And it was working.

Well, it had been until he lifted his head and their eyes met. He only held the connection for a few seconds. More than enough for her to feel the heat again. More than enough for him, too, since he glanced away, but not before looking thoroughly disgusted with himself.

Alexa was so focused on him that she got a little jolt when someone plopped a disposable cup of coffee with her name written on it in front of her.

Jax.

Like Jericho and Mack, Jax had been at the sheriff's office when Levi and she had arrived. It made sense, after all, because he was a deputy, but Alexa didn't think it was her imagination that his family had made sure Jax didn't have to spend too much time around her. However, Jax hadn't avoided her.

Now she was the one who did some gaze dodging. It was hard for her to look Jax in the eyes and not be reminded of what'd happened to Paige.

“It's decaf,” Jax said, tipping his head to the cup. “I had it delivered from the diner. We only have the rocket-fuel coffee here in the office, and you didn't look as if you needed any more caffeine. Levi said you take it black, so that's how I ordered it.”

No way could she dodge his gaze after that. “Thanks. I am pretty wired up already.”

He made a sound to indicate he understood. And he no doubt did. Marcos would be there any minute. Of course, she could hide in Jericho's office—something both Jericho and Levi were insisting she do—but Alexa wanted to hear what Marcos had to say about what'd been found in the hired gunmen's vehicle.

Some cash with Marcos's prints on it.

And one of the gunmen had scrawled Marcos's private phone number on his hand. It was enough evidence for SAPD to pick up Marcos and escort him to Appaloosa Pass for an interrogation, but it might not be enough to convict him.

“Marcos will find a way out of this.” Alexa hadn't actually meant to say that aloud, but Jax made another of those sounds to let her know he understood. And agreed with her.

“He'll say it's a setup.” Jax had a sip of his own coffee. “It certainly smacks of one. He's not stupid.”

“No, but maybe the hired guns were. Maybe they weren't supposed to write down that number, bring the money. Or get killed so we could find those things.”

“So, either a setup or dumb killers.” Jax shrugged. “Either way, we get another shot at interrogating Marcos. Levi's going to have a go at him this time. Maybe Marcos will lose his temper and admit to everything. That way we can lock him up and you'll be safer than you were when you woke up this morning.”

Jax's tone was actually hopeful. Something Alexa wasn't feeling. And he wasn't scowling at her. She hated to spoil the moment, if it was indeed a moment, but she was confused as to why he wasn't avoiding her. Or scowling at her.

“I'm sorry about your friend, Tasha, being killed,” Jax continued. “Sorry about the baby, too.”

Violet. She was never far from Alexa's mind. Never far from her fears, either. She'd already called Marshal Walker twice this morning. All was well at the safe house, but Alexa couldn't help but worry that the worst could, and would, happen.

“Jericho said there weren't any family members who'd stepped up yet to take custody of the baby,” Jax added.

“No. We're waiting to hear back from two aunts.”

“But you want her.” Not a question exactly. Nor was there any condemnation in Jax's voice.

“Why are you being nice to me?” she asked.

Jax glanced at Levi. “Because of him. Want to talk about what's going on between my brother and you?”

“No.”

The corner of Jax's mouth lifted. “That's what Levi said, too.”

“You actually asked him?”

“Tried to ask him,” Jax corrected. He leaned in, lowered his voice. “Levi seems to think I need to be protected from you. I don't.”

Levi obviously hadn't missed Jax's and her conversation because he ended his call and made a beeline toward them. “Is everything okay?”

“Sure,” Jax answered before Alexa could say anything. “Enjoy your decaf,” he added and then strolled away.

Levi stood there volleying glances between her and his brother, and while he wasn't glaring, it was obvious he wanted to know what Jax and she had been discussing. It was also obvious he didn't want Jax upset.

“Jax and I were just talking about Tasha and the baby. Oh, he brought me coffee, of course.” She touched the outside of the cup just above the cardboard sleeve. Still too hot to drink. “I didn't say anything about Paige. Or anything else.”

“
Anything else
?” Levi repeated. “Is that code for what happened between us?”

Alexa debated her answer and went with the truth. “Yes. He said he'd asked you about it, but you didn't volunteer anything. Neither did I.” She paused. “Mainly because I had no idea what to volunteer.”

And there it was, the opening for him to discuss this.

Or not.

Levi waited so long to answer that she thought he might just turn away and get back to work. He didn't. “You complicate things for me,” he said finally.

She nearly smiled. Nearly. “And you complicate things for me. I have no prospects of a future. A safe, normal future anyway, and the last thing I need is a lover that I want.”

Now it seemed as if he nearly smiled, but it wasn't from humor. No, she recognized frustration when she saw it. “I guess you're saying we could never be friends with benefits.”

No, casual sex was out. Not her style. Nor Levi's, though she was sure that with his looks he'd had plenty of opportunities in that particular area.

“Are we friends?” she asked.

“Allies,” he corrected. Then frowned. “Friends.” After that admission he cursed, his voice a little too loud, because it drew the attention of both his brothers.

Levi waved them off and he looked at her. Not just an ordinary look. One that could have melted chrome. “And if there'd been a condom nearby, we'd be having a different conversation because we would have already had sex.”

Oh, this was so not a good time to feel that heat trickle through her. Not a good time to remember his kiss. His touch.

And the rest of him.

But Alexa remembered and was afraid that she always would. Great day. She was really racing toward that broken heart, and there didn't seem to be anything she could do to stop it.

Again, Alexa got so caught up in her thoughts, and Levi, that the sound of someone saying her name gave her a jolt. But it was only Jericho making his way toward them.

“Did Marcos weasel out of coming here?” she asked.

Jericho shook his head. “This is about that chat room, the one the Moonlight Strangler told you to use.”

Alexa hadn't forgotten about it, but she'd figured it was a long shot. “And?”

“The FBI set up a profile for you and made some posts, and we got a response.” Jericho handed her a sheet of paper.

Alexa couldn't take it fast enough. Like the other message, it was short.

She read it aloud. “‘Alexa-girl, good to hear from you. Well, if it's really you. We both know how these things work, and I'll watch my p's and q's so your Fed friends don't use this.'”

Of course, he would be cautious. If this was indeed the killer and not some groupie playing games. But then, she was almost certain the letter was real, so maybe this was, too.

“‘A warning,'” she continued to read. “‘You've got a problem child on your hands. Watch out for him and tell him I don't like him stealing my letters. Sleep well, Alexa-girl.'”

“Scottie,” Levi said. “If the Moonlight Strangler saw him steal the letter, that means he probably had your place under surveillance.”

Yes and it also meant he might be watching her now. That would only add to her nightmares.

“The FBI will let us know if there are any other messages,” Jericho told her. He took the paper and headed back to the desk to make yet another call.

“You okay?” Levi asked her.

Not really. And she got another jolt when she looked up and saw Marcos. Not alone. He was being escorted by two uniformed cops from the SAPD and a man wearing a suit. His new lawyer, probably.

“Good morning, Alexa,” Marcos said, his attention going straight to her. “Here to falsely accuse me of something else?”

Alexa stood. “No. I'm here to see how you'll try to squirm your way out of this.” Thank goodness she sounded strong, but she was still shaking from that attack and the message from the Moonlight Strangler. Seeing the man who might be responsible certainly didn't help.

What did help was that Levi went to her side, silently supporting her. Marcos noticed. Smiled. As if he knew exactly what was going on between them. He didn't, because even Alexa didn't know that.

“This way,” Levi told Marcos and his entourage, and he pointed to the interrogation room.

“No need to sit down,” Marcos insisted. “I think I can clear this all up in a matter of a few seconds. I'm innocent. I didn't hire those two men or anyone else to come after you.”

“Oh, yeah?” Levi asked, and he didn't bother to take out the sarcasm. “And you think we'll just take your word for it?”

“No, but I don't think you're so biased that you won't listen to the facts. My wallet was stolen yesterday, and I'm sure the money you found with my prints was taken from my stolen wallet.”

“Convenient,” Levi remarked.

“The truth. I filed a police report.” Marcos snapped his fingers at the lawyer, and the man handed Levi some papers. It was indeed a police report, and it'd been filed hours before the attack.

Sweet heaven. This could allow Marcos to walk, but there was the other evidence against him.

“How'd your phone number get on the gunman's hand?” she asked.

Marcos shrugged. “That number is private, but plenty of people have it. Including you since you did some work for me.”

Alexa had to nod. It was true. She had indeed done some PI work for him, and that was how she'd discovered his illegal activities.

Marcos didn't even acknowledge her nod. He looked at Levi instead. “Come on—can't you see someone's trying to set me up?”

Levi's hands went to his hips. “And who would do that to you?”

Marcos didn't jump to answer. He first exchanged a short whispered conversation with his attorney before he turned and faced Levi again. “I think it's the person who's really behind that whole money laundering and extortion operation. He set me up then to take the fall by leaving so-called evidence for Alexa to find, and now he's trying to set me up again.”

“Does this person have a name?” Levi snapped.

“Yes.” A muscle flickered in Marcos's jaw. “It's Marshal Lockwood.”

* * *

L
EVI
JUST
STARED
at Marcos, waiting for the man to add more to that accusation. But he didn't. Instead, he had another whispered conversation with his lawyer. However, his lawyer didn't appear to be pleased about what his client had just said.

Welcome to the club.

Levi didn't mind Marcos accusing Lockwood of anything. Plain and simple, he had his own concerns about the marshal. But Levi seriously doubted Marcos's blabbering was anything more than just that.

Blabbering.

“The last time we questioned you here in the sheriff's office, you said Lockwood didn't have anything to do with your criminal operation,” Levi reminded him.

“It's not my operation. It's Lockwood's. He's the one who put it together and then set me up to take the fall for him.”

Alexa shook her head. “When I worked for you, I didn't see anything related to Lockwood.”

“Because he didn't use his real name, of course.”

She huffed and looked about as skeptical as Levi felt. “And why are you just now bringing this up?” Levi asked.

“Because my lawyers have advised me not to get into too many details since this will be part of my defense at the trial, but I'm sick and tired of being accused of trying to kill you.” Marcos jabbed his index finger at Alexa. “If I wanted you dead, you already would be.”

His lawyer took hold of him, but Marcos shook off his grip. “Just think it through, Alexa. There were other names involved in that operation. One of those names is the alias Lockwood used. Why don't you get your cowboy cop here to find out which one?”