Wingspan (Westbrook Elite, #2)

by Cambria Hebert

Mads gasped again. Jolting a bit, I swore. “Maddie, you gotta stop doing that.” “Sorry,” she said weakly. I groaned, leaning up to kiss her head. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Gasp all you want. I’ll just get some heart pills.” She scowled. “That is not funny, Jamie whatever-your-middle-name-is Owens.” I put a hand over my chest. “That’s worse than actually using my middle name.” The detective cleared his throat. Papers ruffled. “It’s Michael.” My mouth dropped open. “What?” Madison asked. “Jamie Michael Owens,” he said, pointing to the paper. “I have it right here.” “I will never trust the police again for the rest of my life,” I declared, shooting to my feet. “It’s against the law to be giving out personal information all willy-nilly like that!” Detective Paul smirked. “That was for the divorce comment.” “Police brutality.” I confirmed. “That’s what this is.” “Jamie Michael Owens!” I winced and spun. “Yes, baby?” “Making jokes about your heart is not funny.” She pointed to the chair beside her. “Sit down.” “You bossing me?” “Yes.” I sat.