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get back to your chores.” Smiling, he headed off to inspect the house, checking Chrissie was still OK in the car.
    She looked safe, but far from happy. He grinned and waved, she rolled her eyes. To her it looked as if he had been shooting the breeze, when he had made one very important discovery. Mr. Anderson had visited the safe house personally. Was that usual practice over at social services?
    Taking the key from his pocket, he let himself in. Standing in the doorway he listened, checking for any sound of movement from inside. All he heard was the house settling around him, a sound he always found welcoming. Taking the first door on the left, he opened it to see a sitting room, soft comfy sofa, just right for snuggling on, and two matching chairs. Not much else.
    The dining room and kitchen were the same, functional but sparse. Impersonal would be the most accurate description. Soon it would be filled with Joel’s new family, which was how he was seeing Chrissie and Sam; it was how you survived being undercover and not getting found out. You submerged yourself in a character. Only this time he was playing himself. With everything to lose.
    The upstairs checked out: everything in its place, including the crib, which had been put together hastily, with a couple of the screws not tight enough to be secure. It kind of negated the reason for Mr. Anderson coming here. If it was to check that everything would be safe for Sam, he should have made a better job of assembling the crib.
    Should Joel share this information with Chrissie? The idea had been that as few people as possible knew their whereabouts. How tight-lipped was Anderson? Would he tell? Especially if he was put under duress?
    Now was not the time to worry Chrissie, or to air his suspicions about a man she obviously looked up to. As he looked out of the window, down onto the street below, he decided the house was safe enough, and it was time for them all to become better acquainted.

Chapter Eight – Chrissie
    Sitting in the car and waiting for Joel to check things out was not exactly Chrissie’s idea of fun, especially when her so-called protector had been passing the time with the old guy from down the street. He did know that this situation was temporary, and low profile, didn’t he? Standing around introducing yourself to the neighbors was not part of their mission.
    She sighed, feeling crabby, and knowing she shouldn’t be picking fights with him over something as small as saying hello to what could be a lonely old man. If anything, it should go in his favor, that he was friendly, and polite, and hot!
    That was her problem; she was missing having him next to her, the warmth of his cramped body next to hers, the sound of his voice, both gentle and as sexy as hell at the same time. Did he have any idea of the effect he had on her?
    Obviously he did. “Ready to come into our new home?” he asked, grinning as he leaned down to speak to her. She had been too preoccupied to notice him come out of the house, and she was surprised he didn’t say I told you to watch out for anyone approaching .
    However, he looked relaxed, and waited for her to open the doors before offering her his hand, so he could help her out. “I’ve checked the house out; it all seems OK. There’s a crib in the second bedroom. But I’m not sure if I would prefer to move it into the main bedroom, with us.” He opened the back door, and unbuckled the seat belt, carefully lifting Sam’s baby carrier out. Sam’s head rocked from side to side, but he didn’t wake up. Joel carried him into the house, taking the utmost care not to wake him.
    Once they were inside and the door was shut, Chrissie said, “You can leave the crib in the second bedroom. I’m sure there’s enough room for me in there, and you can take the master bedroom.”
    “I… I thought it would be better if we all shared a room.” He looked genuinely startled that she would insist on them sleeping