Midnight Shadows by Ella Grace

arms. Hearing the whispers of apology and declarations of love, Ian looked at Sabrina, jerked his head toward the front door. “Come on. Let’s give them some privacy.”
    “But I—” Sabrina released a harsh breath. Ian was right. This wasn’t the time for her to go after Henson or reassure her sister. This was between Savvy and Zach. But she looked forward to having a one on one conversation with Henson in the not too distant future.
    In the kitchen, she dumped her now stale sandwich in the garbage disposal and said, “How about some shrimp and grits?”
    “Only if you’ll eat with me.”
    Since her stomach was now tied in knots, swallowing anything was probably not a good idea. However, knowing Ian would hound her about not eating, she pulled two bowls from the cabinet, giving him three times more than her own small serving.
    Thankfully he didn’t remark on her less than generous portion. They sat across the kitchen table from each other. Ian took a large bite and shook his head. “You know you could open a restaurant, serve only this and make a million.”
    She took a tiny bite to see how it went down. Pleased that it was easier than she’d expected, she took another. Ian was right. It was delicious.
    “Couldn’t do that. It’s Faye’s recipe. That would be stealing.”
    “Ha. You only say that because you’re afraid of her.”
    She couldn’t deny that. If there was anyone in this world who intimidated her, it was Faye Grissom. Tough looking as any drill sergeant and about as humorless as a funeral director. There were dozens of rumors and speculative stories about Faye and no one but Faye knew if they were true or not. No one had the courage to ask her.
    “So what’s Henson’s deal?” Ian asked.
    Sabrina grimaced. There went her appetite. “You could probably piece together most of it. It’s not something Zach or Savvy like to talk about.”
    “I’d say that’s understandable. Henson is Zach’s biological father?”
    “Yeah. And that’s about it. Zach didn’t know for years and considering what happened, would love to never have known the truth.”
    “What happened?”
    As succinctly as possible, Sabrina described the horrific night that Zach had learned the truth of his parentage and the ten years of heartbreak both he and Savvy had endured.
    “Hell, I’m surprised your brother-in-law let him leave without the slightest bruise.”
    “Zach’s the police chief. He can’t take the law into his own hands.”
    “You don’t agree with his decision?”
    Hiding her opinions from Ian had never worked. The man could read her like a book. “We both know that sometimes it’s not that simple.”
    “I’d say that should be Zach and Savannah’s choice. Not yours.”
    She stood and carried their bowls to the sink to rinse them. Responding would only get them involved in an argument. And she didn’t plan on breaking the law. No law against telling a man some home truths. It was past time for Henson to hear them.
    She turned back to him, eager to move on to happier subjects. “Ready to see the baby?”
    “You bet. Then I need to talk with you about a case.”
    Always eager to discuss an investigation, Sabrina held out her hand. “Let’s go meet the newest Wilde heartbreaker and then I’m all yours.”
    A fleeting sadness whispered across Ian’s face. “If only that were true.”  

    With a head full of downy white hair, a tiny bow for a mouth, and pink, chubby cheeks, Camille Sage Tanner was the poster child for perfection. A heartbreaker for sure.
    Having a family that numbered the size of a small town, Ian had seen plenty of newborns and had to admit this one was about the prettiest. The fact that he could already see Sabrina’s features made her all the more beautiful.
    Holding the soft, tiny infant in his arms, Ian glanced up at the beaming parents. “She’s perfect, Savannah. Congratulations to you both.”
    “Thank you, Ian,” Savannah said. “We’re blessed.”
    Though he