The MacKades Collection: The Return of Rafe MacKade / The Pride of Jared MacKade / The Heart of Devin MacKade / The Fall of Shane MacKade. Nora Roberts

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      Beside her, Cassie sat saying nothing. Shane paced, like a boxer revving up for a match. At his desk, Devin coolly filled out a report.

      “I’m sorry to ask you to go through it again, Regan,” he began. “The clearer your statement, the easier it’ll be to close it all up.”

      “That’s all right. I’m fine now, really.” Absently she picked at her torn slacks. The knees beneath still burned. As much, she thought, from Ed’s liberal application of antiseptic as from their abrupt meeting with asphalt. “I’d like to get it over with. I can—”

      She broke off when the door burst open. For an instant, she saw nothing but Rafe’s face—pale, hard as rock, lit with eyes green enough, sharp enough, to murder in one vicious slice.

      The rabbit pulse pounded in her throat. Before she could get to her feet, he was on her, dragging her up, crushing her in an embrace that bruised ribs.

      “You’re all right? Are you hurt?” His voice was raw, brittle as broken glass. He couldn’t think. There’d been nothing inside him but bright terror from the moment he got word of the attack. His body was ice, enveloping hers as he buried his face in her hair.

      Perhaps that was why she began to tremble helplessly. “I’m okay. Really, I’m—” But her voice shuddered off. If she could have burrowed inside him, she would have.

      “Did he hurt you?” With a hand he was fighting to steady, he stroked her hair, eased her face back so that he could see for himself. “Did he touch you?”

      She could only shake her head and press her face against his shoulder.

      With his arms tight, as possessive as they were protective, he stared at Devin over Regan’s head. His eyes fired like torches. “Where is he?”

      “He’s in custody.”

      Rafe’s gaze whipped toward the cells in the back.

      “He’s not here, Rafe.” Though his voice was calm, Devin was braced for the attack. “You’re not going to be able to get to him.”

      “You think you can stop me?”

      From behind, where he’d stood since he’d followed Rafe in, Jared laid a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Why don’t you sit down?”

      With a snarl humming in his throat, Rafe jerked the restraining hand aside. “Back off.”

      “This is the law’s problem now,” Devin told him, rising slowly.

      “The hell with the law, and you with it. I want to know where he is.”

      “You find him, Rafe, I’ll hold your coat.” Primed for action, Shane smiled thinly. “If you had a coat. Always hated the son of a bitch.”

      “Shut up,” Jared muttered, glancing down at the silent Cassie.

      “You can stick your lawyer talk,” Shane told him, fists already bunched. “I’m with Rafe on this.”

      “I don’t need you or anybody else with me. Don’t get in my way, Devin.”

      “I’m already in your way. Now sit down, or I’ll throw your ass in a cell.”

      He moved so fast, Regan had time only to squeak while Rafe lunged over the desk and had Devin by the shirtfront. She’d never considered herself sheltered, but the things they shouted at each other, the echo of the sentiments from the two MacKades behind her, had her already shocked system shuddering.

      There was no doubt in her mind that blood would flow any moment.

      “Stop it,” she said, but the order was shaky and weak under the vicious words hurling through the room. “I said stop it,” she repeated, hugging herself. Something crashed behind her, and shot her pulse to critical. “Stop it this minute!” she bellowed.

      The surprising power in her voice halted Rafe’s fist and put a stop to the shoving match behind her. Four hard-eyed men stared at her, like statues frozen in battle.

      “You’re acting like children. Worse than children. What good is it going to do anyone for the four of you to punch each other out? It’s just typical,” she said, more disgusted now than frightened. “Just the sort of typical behavior I’d expect from a bunch of boneheaded baboons. Real heroes.” With a sniff, she grabbed her coat. “Well, I’m certainly not going to stand here and watch the four of you beat one another to a pulp.”

      “Sit down, Regan.” When she continued toward the door, Rafe swore and went after her. “Sit down,” he repeated, holding back his rage and turning her gently. “God, look at your hands.”

      Shaken all over again, he gathered them carefully in his, pressed his lips to the abraded palms. It was a gesture that had the remaining MacKades shifting in embarrassment.

      “What do you expect me to do?” The rest of the anger drained and left him helpless. “What do you expect me to feel?”

      “I don’t know.” She no longer knew exactly what she was feeling herself, not with those eyes so concentrated on her face. “I just want to get this over with, Rafe. Please, let me tell Devin what he needs to know, so I can get this over with.”

      “Fine.” He let her go, stepped back. “Do what you have to do.”

      She walked back to her chair, accepted the fresh mug Jared offered. Devin questioned, she answered. Rafe listened. Then he left, without a word.

      She tried not to be hurt by it, tried to understand it. “Devin, can you tell me what to expect now?”

      “My deputy will call in once they’re finished with Joe at the hospital. He’ll be transferred. He broke parole, and the restraining order, so he’ll serve his full time on the earlier charges.”

      It was a small satisfaction, Devin thought with a quick look at Cassie. She hadn’t moved or spoken in thirty minutes.

      “Now he’ll face additional charges,” Devin went on. “Breaking and entering, assault, attempted rape. We’ll toss in the property damage. There may be a trial, and you’d have to testify.”

      “I’m prepared for that.”

      “Under the circumstances, his lawyer may advise him to deal and plead guilty.”

      At Devin’s questioning glance, Jared nodded. “That’s what I’d do.”

      “Yeah, well.” It was hard not to hate the system, Devin mused, when it got personal. “Either way, he’s going away for a good while. I figure three to five. He won’t be bothering you again. Either of you.”

      “Well, then.” Regan drew in a deep breath. “It’s done. Cassie and I can go home now?”

      “Sure. I’ll be in touch.”

      “I can’t go home with you.” For the first time since she’d come into the office, Cassie tried her voice. It was small and rusty.

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