I'm pregnant with Maverick's baby. There are some things, that should never be done. Like sleeping with a murder suspect. And, there are some things that are even worse... Like getting pregnant with his baby. "Laced up" might have, been a good way to describe me. Shoes shined, shirt crisp, the pride and joy of my city's police force. And I liked my cases the way I wore my uniform: Nice and neat. But, the world doesn't always work that way. It's messy. Chaotic. Wild. Just like Maverick Mace. I said I was proud he, made me beg. I said I was chaste he, made me dirty. I said I was independent he, made me his and his alone. And, I loved every second of it. But, if getting involved with a suspect in a mysterious, crime-world murder was bad... Then what happened next was far, far worse. It's not just myself I've put in trouble. There's also, a baby I can barely protect, not to mention a dangerous man, I barely know. And, the killers coming to end us all. Maverick made me his... And, no one takes what belongs to him.
