Wild by Eve Langlais Page B

But they didn’t go down. Up they climbed, one last level to the roof deck, a supposed oasis in the city.
    Imagine a concrete balcony featuring a bolted pergola providing false shelter placed over a communal barbecue and outdoor seating area with some wilted plants in big clay urns. A rooftop paradise for yuppies.
    Movement drew her eyes as a man dressed in jeans and a black silk shirt turned from the parapet. Lulu could not help but stiffen upon seeing him. He seems so familiar.
    While handsome, with his tanned skin complemented by his longish ebony hair and piercing blue eyes, there was a coldness in the gaze that perused her from head to toe.
    â€œWelcome, Jack Lamontaine’s daughter.”
    At the mention of her dad, everything in Lulu froze. Especially because she suddenly recognized the man in front of her. Although young at the time, she recalled seeing his photo on the front page of the newspaper years and years ago. His mug was plastered everywhere as media groups touted the arrest of a known serial killer—with a grudge against her dad.
    Uh-oh.

 
    CHAPTER 13
    Someone pounded on the front door of his boss’s mansion. Sulking on the divan, Brody couldn’t bother himself to answer it—which irritated Fabian to no end.
    â€œAre you going to get that?”
    â€œWhy bother? It’s not going to be Lulu because she left. No ‘Hey, see you later.’ No ‘Why don’t we go finish breakfast?’” No “I love you and can’t stand to be separated from you” theatrical moment that would have involved kissing—lots of it, with tongue.
    He did so like to lick things.
    But Lulu had left. Without a second glance, she’d walked out the door, and now he didn’t know when he’d see his cop mate again.
    Meow . Such a sad sound from his tiger. As for the man, he moped.
    Fabian shook his head in disgust. “I still can’t believe she was an undercover cop. And you’re shackled to her. Ha. Too funny.” Fabian snorted. “Have you told your grandma yet?”
    â€œNo one knows yet. I only found out a little while ago myself. I’m still working on processing it all.”
    â€œWhat’s there to process? She’s your mate. So what if she’s a cop? That fact won’t change.”
    â€œHold on a second. Does this mean you’re not mad she’s working for law enforcement?”
    His boss shrugged. “I might be an asshole at times, but even I know you didn’t purposely set out to screw me over by bringing trouble into the family. We’ll adapt to it. We always do. It’s how the pack works.”
    Ah yes, the pack. The secret he’d not had time to divulge. Because she’d left! “I guess it will only be a problem if she comes back. Do you think—”
    Bang . Bang . Bang .
    Brody snapped. “Would you quit banging like that? I’m trying to have a bloody conversation,” he bellowed in the direction of the front door.
    A moment later a gun went off, and the door was kicked open. Fabian never moved from his position of nonchalance against the fireplace, but anyone who knew him would see the coiled tension in him. He was ready to spring if what entered the house proved a threat.
    Brody, on the other hand, sprang to his feet and held himself ready to attack, but it was just the older cop called Mahoney who staggered in, looking battered and disheveled.
    â€œYou shot my door,” Fabian observed.
    â€œYou should have answered it.”
    â€œI thought we were done with our pleasant chat.”
    â€œWe were. But I need help.”
    Fabian arched a brow. “You’re asking for my aid? That’s priceless. What makes you think I want to do anything to help you?”
    â€œBecause it’s not for me but that girl you had working for you.”
    â€œLulu? Wait a second, you’re the cop she left with. Where is she?” And why did the man looked so