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vitamins,” she added, knowing he wouldn’t refuse to let her get those.
    The bathroom window was small, but she knew she could squeeze through it. She’d have to hurry and hope that Lieutenant Duggan wasn’t keeping watch on that particular side of the house. All she needed was two minutes, and she could be out of there. Away from the assassin, and away from the cops—including, perhaps, her baby’s father.
    And that gave her an idea.
    With Brandon right on her heels, she went into the bathroom and took out a cotton swab from the medicine cabinet. It obviously wasn’t sterile, but she thought it would give her a clean enough sample. After all, labs got DNA from toothbrushes and baby bottles. Once she had his DNA extracted, she could have it compared to the baby’s amniotic fluid. Willa didn’t have the fluid itself, but she had her baby’s DNA profile in an online storage file that she could retrieve from any computer.
    Of course, a comparison would take days. Maybe longer. Still, she would eventually know one way or another.
    Her gut was already telling her the test was unnecessary, that Brandon was indeed her baby’s father. But her brain wanted to know why her gut trusted this man when it was clear that he wasn’t volunteering the whole truth.
    “Open your mouth please.” She added the please hoping it would get him to cooperate.
    He did. Brandon swabbed the inside of his left cheek and handed it back to her. “It’ll be a match,” he promised.
    “We’ll see.”
    He glanced at the swab. “You’ll want to put that in a plastic bag.” And he pulled a small evidence baggie from his jacket pocket.
    Willa eyed him and the bag with suspicion, and instead of using his bag that might be contaminated with his DNA or something else, she headed to the kitchen and got a plastic sandwich bag. She sealed up the swab, put it in the overnight case and snapped her fingers.
    “Prenatal vitamins,” she said as if remembering them. “I wouldn’t want to forget those.”
    She took slow steps, trying to get the timing of this just right. She needed to get to the bathroom just ahead of Brandon so she could slam the door. Lock it.
    And escape.
    “I also have to use the bathroom,” she lied when she was a few steps away. “As in, actually use the bathroom. I don’t want an audience for that.”
    She went inside and pushed the door so it would close.
    Brandon caught it.
    “I don’t want an audience,” she restated.
    “And I don’t want you trying to escape. Don’t worry. I’ll close my eyes. But this door is staying partly open.”
    Great. Just great. She hadn’t wanted to do this, but she was obviously going to have to give him a hit of the pepper spray. She reached into her bag to retrieve it, but he caught her wrist.
    Then he grabbed the bag.
    “I’ll hold this for you. It can’t be good for a pregnant woman to carry around this much weight.”
    “It’s not that heavy.” Willa glared at him and kept a firm hold on her bag. “Why don’t you just back off?”
    “Because I can’t. Forget about the personal connection we have because of the baby, forget about how you feel or don’t feel about me. Just remember, I’m a lawman, and I’m not going to stand by and let that assassin come after you.”
    She had to tamp down her anger so she could try to reason with him. “The last two times I trusted a lawman, I was nearly killed. You know that. You’ve read the reports. I’ve done a lot better on my own.”
    “But you’ve never come up against a hired gun like Martin Shore. He’s not someone you can get away from without help.”
    For some reason having the name attached to the assassin made her heart pound even harder. “Martin Shore,” she repeated. “How did he even find me?”
    “Apparently Shore’s boss has been trying to track you through neurologists all over the state. Nearly a dozen doctors have had their files hacked. Including Dr. Betterman, the OB you saw four weeks ago.”
    She