Page 83 of Entangled

Cara stood, rubbing a hand over her stomach to soothe the jabs of the baby boy hitting her rib. “Know what?”

“The officer figured he would keep an eye on Allen Farger for the day, as he had time, and he said there was something about the guy that bothered him.”

“So?”

“He lost him about an hour after he started tailing him,” Jenny said.

“Like in traffic or something?”

“No, like Allen seemed to know someone was following him and deliberately lost the officer.”

Well, shit.

“Why would he do that?” Cara asked.

Although, she was pretty sure she knew the answer.

“Because he didn’t want to be seen or bothered doing whatever in the hell he was going to do.” Jenny loosened her ponytail, and tipped her head side to side, stretching her neck. “That was why I put the shelter on level red watch, not because of the bail.”

“Don’t you think Melinda should know?”

Jenny frowned. “Tonight is the first night that young woman has even felt comfortable with eating dinner in the main dining room, around others. She is medicated just to be able to sleep. She is terrified enough, so no, I don’t want to pile more on to her, and watch her regress. We’ve got a long way to go with this one, Cara.”

“Yeah, I see your point.”

“What time were you planning on leaving today? You should rest, you’re nearly thirty-eight weeks pregnant, Cara.”

Cara dismissed the suggestion. “I’m fine and I think after I make a call, I’ll stick around.”

“You really should relax. Once your baby gets here, you’ll have no time to rest at all.”

“Don’t worry about me, Jenny.”

“I worry about all my girls, regardless of who they are, Cara.”

Yeah, she knew that, too.

“I’ll be fine,” Cara assured her boss once more.

Fifteen minutes later, Cara had holed herself in her small office, and finally gotten Gian on the phone. She probably should have called him back earlier after their conversation while she dropped off her books, but the hectic pace of the shelter that day hadn’t given her the chance.

“Mon ange,” Gian said the moment he picked up Cara’s call from her office phone. “How’s my girl?”

“Honestly?”

“Of course.”

“Tired. A little stressed. Craving that shredded ice with the cherry flavoring you brought me last week. Nothing I can’t handle.”

Gian’s chuckles were dark and wonderful on the other end of the line. “I can have some for you when you get home. Just let me know when you’re leaving.”

Cara blew out a slow breath. “Yeah, that’s the thing. I probably won’t be out of here until later than I thought. I know you were going to come over, but why don’t we just figure something out for tomorrow instead?”

“Cara, you’re supposed to be taking it—”

“Easy, I know. But shit came up.”

“Are you actually going to take your time off for maternity leave starting next week, or what?”