K-9 division. No Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, or other social network accounts under his name. No record of that missed year, either.
To learn more personal details, for instance if he had a girlfriend, she would have to reach out to her personal connections. However, law enforcement became an unbelievably small, gossipy world when an officer went snooping about a colleague. She couldnât go further without the risk that Scott would learn about it. Not knowing was better than him discovering she was checking on him.
Instead, she called Agent Lattimore, just to confirm that she was still eligible to be considered for the task force job. That would be a yes, he told her.
Cole sat and nibbled her thumbnail.
Did she dare grab this opportunity the DEA was offering to prove herself? Even if it meant agreeing to spend a few weeks in close quarters with the one man she didnât know how to handle, didnât trust, and was pretty sure she still hated?
Tall order, in the name of the law.
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CHAPTER FOUR
âYou said no, right? Right?â
Cole shrugged off her sister Beccaâs question. âItâs an opportunity not many local law enforcement officers get.â
âItâs an opportunity to find yourself in more danger than necessary.â Becca sat back as their waitress set grilled chicken salads down before them.
Cole noticed the waitress eyeing her nervously as she put her plate down. Some civilians welcomed a police presence while for others the mere presence of a uniform and all that went with it was seen as some sort of hostile provocation.
Cole smiled at her. âThank you.â
âSure.â The waitressâs gaze skittered away. Maybe sheâd been on the wrong end of an encounter with law enforcement recently.
Cole gave up and picked up her fork. It was her lunch hour. She had exactly fifty minutes left to explain to her sister the big decision she was about to make.
âSo hereâs the thing. If I did accept the task force position, the assignment may take me out of town from time to time.â
Becca gasped. âYouâre going undercover!â
âLoud, maybe?â
âRight.â Beccaâs voice dropped to a whisper as she glanced around the busy restaurant. âAre you going undercover?â
âI canât give you details. Just donât say anything to Mom and Dad until itâs a done deal, okay? Then Iâll tell them.â
Becca dipped a forkful of salad into the side dish of dressing. âWhy do you need to do this? Youâre doing great with the county police department. You made the K-9 in record time. You donât need to do anything else. Youâre set.â
Cole leaned forward. âThatâs just it. I want to do something more, Becca. Something important and exciting. Use my skill set where itâs most needed. Youâve got a husband and a career. Youâre set.â
Becca grinned. âAnd weâre expanding the franchise.â
âThe vetâs officeâ Oh!â Coleâs expression widened into a gape as Becca patted her tummy. âYouâre pregnant? Iâm going to be an aunt!â
The two sisters jumped up and hugged each other, all girly squeals of joy.
âYouâre the first to know.â Beccaâs smile couldnât stretch any wider. âI had to check on the results of some extra tests this morning before I told the folks.â
Coleâs smile dissolved as she sat back down. âWhy extra tests?â
Becca made a sad face. âIâm thirty. Itâs a bit late for a first pregnancy, since weâve been trying for three years. But everythingâs fine.â
Cole searched her sisterâs face. âYou would tell me?â
Becca nodded. âYou first. Just like always.â
Cole felt the tightness in her chest ebb as they tucked into their salads. Though three and a half years apart in age, they were closer than most sisters.