Men of Honour: Ready, Set, Jett / When You Dare / Trace of Fever / Savor the Danger / A Perfect Storm / What Chris Wants / Bare It All. Lori Foster
breath. “Okay. Thanks.”
Dare crossed his arms. “Damn it, Molly, if you have something on your mind—”
She spun around with a false smile. “No, I’m fine. Everything is … fine. Terrific. Go get your food. I’ll freshen up and be right down.”
He waited, wondering if he should press the issue. She’d been through so much that there had to be awful, residual effects. What did he really know of how a woman reacted to these things? So far, everything he’d expected from her had been off. No hysterics, no uncontrollable sobbing or raging anger.
“Really, Dare. I’m fine. Looking forward to a shower, actually.”
Dare didn’t believe a word of it, but standing there staring at her wasn’t going to help. “Towels are in the bathroom. Come on down when you’re finished.”
“I hope I don’t get lost.” She tried a smile that didn’t quite make it to her warm brown eyes. Moving to the door by way of encouraging him to leave, she said, “I’ll only be a few minutes.”
“Take your time.” He started out, but the dogs hesitated, whining, looking from Molly to Dare and back again. He rolled his eyes. “She’ll join us soon enough. Come on.” He patted his thigh, and finally the dogs came to him.
Together, they left, but Dare didn’t like it. Surely Molly wanted the privacy of her own bedroom, her own bathroom. It wasn’t like he was leaving her alone in a strange place. He’d be right downstairs.
But, damn it, he didn’t want to be.
If it hadn’t been so inappropriate, he would have dragged Molly down onto the bed and just held her. All night.
As if they felt his mood, Tai and Sargie kept giving him sympathetic glances.
“It’s a hell of a thing, isn’t it? Trust me, I don’t like being confused any more than you do.”
The dogs whined in return.
By the time he stowed his duffel in his room and joined Chris in the kitchen, his mood had soured even more. With it well past their bedtime, the dogs went straight for their favorite spot in the attached morning room. They each had a padded bed placed before the wall of windows. Only moonlight shone through, but they flopped down to wallow in it, and they were soon asleep.
Chris handed Dare a cup of coffee, which was always the first order of business. “Is Ms. Apple Dumpling turning in for the night?”
“Taking a shower—and this is no time for you to be an asshole, so lay off of her, will you?” He tasted the coffee and commended Chris with a nod. It had taken him nearly a month to teach Chris the right ratio of freshly ground coffee beans to water to brew time. Now he had it down pat, and it was one luxury Dare missed while out on the road.
“I saw the bruises.” Chris leaned back against the counter and folded his arms over his chest. “Someone really put it to her?”
“Several someones.”
He acknowledged that, then said, “I hope they aren’t still living.”
Dare rubbed a hand over his tired eyes. That he killed when necessary wasn’t a surprise for Chris, or an emotional burden for Dare. “I took care of them.” But now, in hindsight, he wished like hell that he would have kept one of the fuckers around to question.
Chris was curious, but as usual, he wasn’t prying. It was yet another reason why he made such an invaluable assistant. “I found Molly in the same holding cell with Alani, but she stood out like a sore thumb.” Dare faced his friend. “No way was she there to be sold off, because she was abused too much, way more than the others.”
Chris went still. “So why was she there?”
“Fucked if I know. I think someone had her taken. But I have no idea why.” Dare frowned. “Yet.”
While idly setting out the fresh groceries he’d bought, Chris considered that. “I take it she isn’t exactly the norm for that sort of thing?”
“Hell, no.”
Chris didn’t drink much coffee, which might have been why it took so long for him to get the process of making it right. He took out the orange juice and poured himself a tall glass. “It almost had to be somebody close to her—isn’t that what you always say?”
Dare shrugged. “I’m keeping an open mind, and I plan to cover all the bases.”
“A few questions come to mind.”
“I figured as much.” Dare set the half-empty cup aside and went to investigate Chris’s food purchases. Skinless chicken and fresh vegetables would be quick and easy to cook. “Let’s have it.”
“She hired you?”
Dare shrugged again. Molly’s offer to pay him for services rendered didn’t sit well with him. “I might do this one pro bono. But I haven’t told her that yet, so keep it to yourself.”
That set Chris back, so it was a few seconds before he asked, “How long is she staying here?”
“Don’t know yet.” And he didn’t want to think about it too much. He preferred to play it by ear, and take it one day at a time. He got out what he’d need to sauté the chicken and steam the vegetables. “Depends on how things go.”
“What does that mean?”
He looked up from his chore. “I’m going to take her back to her place, be with her when she sees family and then judge my next step.”
“So if things go well and you can wrap it up quick, maybe you won’t be bringing her back with you?”
“I didn’t say—”
Molly cleared her throat and both men looked up. She’d combed her wet hair straight back and dressed in one of the big shirts—with a bra beneath—and the jeans. Her bare feet poked out from under the denim.
Dare straightened.
Chris stepped around him and held out a chair at the long granite bar. “Coffee or juice?”
Glancing away from Dare’s penetrating stare, she said, “Juice would be great. Thank you.” She visually explored the island gourmet kitchen with stone countertops and lots of stainless steel. It opened into a family room and the morning room, where they ate breakfast. “Every room is more amazing than the next.”
Dare said nothing. The second she’d entered, he again felt her tension.
The dogs came to investigate, sniffed her feet and dropped down beside her. Hell, Dare thought, even they felt protective, so why would he expect himself to be any different?
Maybe because he knew it wasn’t just protectiveness that he felt.
“I’ll have food ready in twenty minutes.”
“Sounds great. What can I do to help?”
“You can tell me why your readers could be suspects. And then we’ll go from there.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
“READERS?” CHRIS DID a double take. What the hell did he mean by readers? Molly wrote? Like … what?
“She’s an author,” Dare told him as he began preparing the food. “One of her books is being made into a movie with Ryan Reynolds as the lead.”
Chris’s jaw loosened. Why did Dare just keep dropping bombshells on him? He’d already found her interesting, in part because Dare had brought her here, which was an aberration of the major kind.
But this was something altogether different.
“You’re shittin’ me.”
“Nice language, asshole.”
Chris waved that off. It wasn’t like Dare was