Tamed (Corcoran Team: Bulletproof Bachelors Book 3) Read Online Free Page B

breath.
    “Makena can stay with me.” Shane ignored Connor’s lifted eyebrow and the stunned expression on Makena’s face, though he thought she could play her shock down a bit. “For protection.”
    Cam cleared his throat. “Uh-huh.”
    “Protection?” Connor asked at the same time.
    Shane decided to ignore both of them. “We need to move her to a safe location while we confirm this guy’s identity and figure out why he had her contact information, because that suggests more than a burglary gone wrong.”
    “And you’re volunteering to be her bodyguard.” Connor hesitated over each word, not bothering to ask it as a question. “You think that’s a good idea?”
    “I’m standing right here.” Makena rolled her eyes. “And I’m a grown-up who should be part of this conversation, in case you gentlemen missed that fact.”
    Shane could fight his team or Makena, not both. “Someone sent men after you and we need to know why.”
    “Because of Corcoran, I assume.” Connor glanced at the detectives. “I’ve ordered a lockdown just to be safe.”
    “That sounds bad.” Makena bit her bottom lip.
    “My wife is not a fan of the protocol,” Connor said. “No one on the team is, since it involves being trapped inside and having the women in our lives skip their regular schedules. Not exactly an easy task since they fight every minute of it.”
    Makena snorted. “Good for them.”
    “Easy for you to say.” Cam whistled. “Julia is going to be ticked off.”
    Shane jumped back in before the conversation devolved into an us-versus-them battle. “You guys handle the lockdown and I’ll handle Makena.”
    Her eyebrow lifted. “Oh, really?”
    Okay, that was a miscalculation. He knew that tone. Dreaded that tone. “Your safety.”
    “Right.” Cam nodded. “That’s what you meant.”
    Connor shifted just enough to bring everyone’s attention snapping back to him. “I’ll give you a twenty-four-hour reprieve on calling in Holt.”
    That was not going to go over well. Shane started a mental countdown.
Ten, nine, eight...
    “Don’t I get to decide?” Makena asked.
    “No.” Connor’s smile faded as fast as it came. “In the meantime, I need to go finish my ‘Homeland Security is taking over’ speech.”
    “That explains the uniforms.” Makena’s gaze roamed over Connor’s vest.
    Shane liked the Homeland ones. There was a certain subtlety to the white lettering on the dark material. Better than the FBI. The team had them all. Whatever the job called for, they were ready.
    “I wear this, I flash paperwork and give out a phone number that rings in the office of a very important man, and we control the crime scene. No questions asked, which is what we need right now.” From anyone else the comment would have come off more egotistical than realistic. Somehow Connor sold it.
    Not that Makena was easy to impress. “That’s a lot of power.”
    “I can be trusted.” Connor winked and then walked away, forging a path as policemen shifted out of his way.
    Cam waited a second, then followed. “I’m going to watch.”
    A crowd formed around Connor as he rapid-fired questions. Shane appreciated the distraction. Because it left him alone with Makena at least for a few minutes. Enough time had passed. He wanted answers.
    “What’s in that safe?” He’d kept the police interest off the bedroom and whatever Makena had locked in there, but he wanted to know.
    She shushed him. Actually shushed him. “Not now.”
    He wanted to insist, but as his mind ran through the events of the past few hours, he couldn’t bring himself to put her through one more thing. Not that they could wait long. Not with gunmen on the loose and a dead body being taken to the morgue. “Your time is running out.”
    Her eyebrow lifted. “Meaning?”
    His temper. He’d had enough game playing during his marriage to last him forever.
    With a hand on her forearm, he steered her out the front door to the porch. Neighbors milled