Savor the Danger. Lori Foster
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Название: Savor the Danger

Автор: Lori Foster

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Короткие любовные романы

Серия: Mills & Boon M&B

isbn: 9781472011572

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СКАЧАТЬ Trace, so I’m already used to that.” There were times when Trace would be gone for weeks—but during those times, he left Dare available to her for emergencies. And always, Alani knew he’d give up a mission if she needed him.

      “It’ll be different, honey. Believe me.”

      “Probably.” She’d often wondered how Priss and Molly handled it. It was tough enough fretting over a brother, but the added intimacy of a romantic relationship would sharpen everything. That is… “I don’t even know yet if it’ll be an issue.” Because she didn’t know how Jackson really felt about her. “Everything is pretty up in the air right now.”

      The confessions he’d made last night no longer counted.

      “You’ll give him a chance to clear up the problems?”

      “If you mean will I let him stick around, yes.” She’d wanted to do that anyway, and this was as good an excuse as any.

      Trace took in her expression with dark concern. “Do you know what you’re doing?”

      “Not really, no.” She flashed him a smile. “Do you think Priss knew?”

      At the mention of his wife, Trace scowled and rubbed his ear. “Probably.” He dropped his hand and laughed. “At least, more than I did, because she always seemed to be a step ahead of me.”

      Alani had probably gotten the censored version of their story, but she knew they’d both gone undercover at the same time, after the same person, and each had a specific agenda that didn’t always mesh with the other’s. Along the way, Priss had turned her control-freak brother upside down.

      Spinning on his ass?

      Yes, that aptly described it. “And what about Molly?”

      His humor faded. “No. After all she’d been through, Molly was badly shaken. She was always practical, but at a loss how to get on with her life.”

      Alani remembered it well; she and Molly were both taken by the same people. They’d shared the same small, cramped confinement with other women. Stuffy air, chains, filth, fear and desolation…

      Whereas she’d been too terrified to breathe, Molly had been brazen, arguing with their captors, defying them at every turn. To this day, it made Alani shudder to think of it. “She was so brave.”

      Probably knowing she drew unfavorable comparisons, Trace pulled her into a tight hug. “Molly handled it differently from you, that’s all. And Dare always knows what he’s doing, so he helped her work it out.”

      Alani didn’t want to think about the awful kidnapping or the new danger presenting itself, so instead she concentrated on Jackson. “I don’t know where things will go from here, but I’m not dumb.” Not anymore. Last night…temporary insanity? That excuse worked for her. “I don’t want you to worry about me. Jackson would never hurt me physically, and I’m the only one responsible for my emotions.”

      Trace kissed the top of her head. “All right. But if at any point you want me to stomp him, let me know.”

      He said that with relish, helping to lighten her mood. “He’s not a slouch, you know. He might surprise you.”

      “Nope. I already know Jackson can handle himself. If not, he wouldn’t be working with Dare and me, and no way in hell would I rely on him to keep you safe.”

      She skipped over the issue of her safety to say, “So you admit he’s a lot like you?”

      Slinging an arm around her shoulders, Trace said, “Why do you think I’m so worried?” Without giving her a chance to reply, he led her back into the house.

      Alani hoped the discussions were now at an end so she could see to Jackson.

      WITH THE OTHERS out of the room, Dare spent his time eyeballing Jackson, irking him until Jackson stopped watching for Alani and instead barked, “What?”

      Dare nodded at his crotch. “You really ought to get that under control.”

      Jackson looked down, saw he still had an obvious jones, and cursed. “It’s a unique situation.” Alani was a unique woman. He dropped a throw pillow over his lap. “Can’t you drag Trace out of here?”

      “Doubtful, but I’m not even going to try. At least, not until we have things settled.”

      Through his teeth, Jackson said, “You guys are making her more nervous than she needs to be. I can handle it.”

      Dare gave him a long, sober look. “Why do I doubt that you’re thinking straight?”

      “My brains aren’t in my dick, damn it.” Sure, lust left him tense. But Alani’s safety would always be his number one priority. “I wouldn’t let anything happen to her.”

      Unfazed, Dare shrugged. “Trace is her brother. I’m a pseudo-brother. Until we know what’s happening, no one is budging.” And then, as Trace and Alani walked back in, Dare stood, too. “All done?”

      Alani said, “Yes,” and started to sit by Jackson again.

      He was just reaching for her when Dare caught her elbow. “Great. Now it’s my turn.”

      Frustration pushed Jackson over the edge. He shot to his feet. “This is bullshit!” He did not want Dare and Trace filling her head with reasons to run from him. “Let’s roll credits on the drama already.”

      At his raised voice, Trace’s muscles bunched up. “Watch your mouth in front of my sister.”

      “She’s not a damn china doll.”

      Alani started to speak, but Trace didn’t give her a chance. “You’ll treat her with respect.”

      Jackson stiffened. He wasn’t going to explain himself to her brother. What was between them was private—and he wanted to get back to it, damn it. But he wouldn’t keep putting up with Trace’s animosity, either. “You think I don’t?”

      Dare tugged Alani along. “Let’s leave them to it, hon, okay?”

      And Alani, left with little choice in the matter, again walked away.

      “This is insane.” Jackson dropped back down on the couch and glared at Trace. “You two will wear her out with all this covert chitchat, back-and-forth nonsense.”

      “You’ll both survive.”

      Jackson wasn’t at all sure about that. If they talked Alani into keeping her distance from him, he’d detonate. Trying to hide his tension, Jackson said more calmly, “What the hell did you say to her, anyway? And why couldn’t you say it right here in the comfort of her living room?”

      Pensive, silent, Trace leaned against the wall.

      Jackson stewed until he couldn’t hold it in. “And what the hell does Dare have to do with anything? He’s not even her damn brother.”

      Eyes narrowing, Trace suffered him in silence.

      With nothing more to do, and Trace being СКАЧАТЬ