Savor the Danger. Lori Foster

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      Dare encouraged her, saying, “Go on, Alani.”

      With an effort, she gathered herself. “Jackson mostly seemed the same as always. Cocky, flirting, trying to charm the pants off every woman.”

      Trace said, “I don’t need to hear this.”

      “I don’t mean me.” But then she added, a little abashed, “Well, yes—me, too—I guess.”

      Jackson gave her another squeeze.

      “But I was talking about his neighbor.”

      Everyone spoke at once, with Dare asking, “What neighbor? A woman?” and Trace saying, “You saw him flirting with her and still you stayed?”

      Jackson announced, “I don’t flirt with my neighbors.”

      Still on his lap, Alani raised a hand to quiet them all and then twisted to face Jackson. “I was going to tell you about this, but I wanted you to eat first.”

      “He doesn’t need to be babied,” Trace grumbled.

      “You be quiet!”

      Her outburst left Trace bemused—and silent.

      Hoping to calm her, to be a contrast to Trace’s animosity, which wasn’t winning him any points with Alani, Jackson bit back his automatic rebellion against her concern. “He’s right, honey. I keep telling you I’m fine.”

      She turned back to Jackson. “You were really sick.”

      “Yeah.” He pulled her closer to whisper, “Otherwise we’d still be in bed right now.”

      Though he couldn’t have heard, Dare said, “Knock it off, Jackson. You’re wasting valuable time.”

      Grim, Jackson said, “The only female neighbor I talk with much is Mrs. Guthrie, but she has to be sixty.”

      Alani shook her head. “I assumed she was a neighbor because she was barefoot.”

      The men all shared a look. If she’d been barefoot, maybe it was for the sake of stealth.

      “But I didn’t watch her leave,” Alani explained, “so I don’t know where she went after she walked out your door. Maybe she wasn’t a neighbor. Maybe she was a…a date.”

      Unable to think of any woman he’d have invited to his apartment, Jackson said, “Describe her.”

      Alani shrugged. “I’d say in her early thirties.”

      “No.”

      She frowned. “Being thirty removes her from your radar?”

      Not since meeting Alani had he gotten overly involved with anyone. He took care of business and ended it there. Period.

      He did not invite any woman into his home.

      No way in hell would he admit that to Alani, though, much less in front of Trace and Dare. “I’m just saying I’m not seeing any women in their thirties.”

      “Short brown hair.”

      “How short?”

      Her face pinched with annoyance. “Pixie cut.”

      He shook his head—and lifted a long hank of Alani’s silky fair hair to admire it. It was straighter and paler and a whole lot softer than his own. “Nope.”

      Alani refused to be diverted. “Dresses like a hooker?”

      “In her thirties? No.” There had been that one broad… No. That was ages ago and couldn’t even be called a one-night stand. Maybe an hour-long stand… He snorted. “Doesn’t ring a bell.”

      “And I suppose you know every woman who lives near enough to drop in?”

      “Didn’t say that.” But, like any other red-blooded male, he’d noted the more attractive ladies. “Hell, if any of my neighbors were good-looking, and if I wasn’t expending all my energy chasing you, I still wouldn’t go that route.”

      Dare nodded. “Too close for comfort.”

      “Exactly.”

      Alani frowned. “I don’t understand.”

      “Complications,” Trace explained as he paced.

      Suspicion narrowed her eyes. “What kind of complications?”

      “The kind where, after the sex is done and the interest gone, you’re stuck with an annoyed woman in close proximity to where you live.”

      Slowly, taut with judgment, Alani swiveled around with a dark frown aimed at Jackson.

      He said, “Uh…” Trace wasn’t wrong, but he didn’t have to spell it out to her like that.

      “Doesn’t matter now.” Trace saved him by slashing his hand through the air. “Does she sound like anyone you’ve been with?”

      Jackson shook his head. “Nope.”

      To Alani, Trace asked, “Did you speak to her?”

      “Well…yes.” With renewed annoyance, Alani glared at Jackson again. “She answered your door for you.”

      Jackson’s brows shot up. “Where the hell was I?”

      “On the couch.” She poked him in the chest. “You were all lounged back, comfortable, your feet up on the coffee table. I was ready to leave since you appeared otherwise involved, but then you got up when you saw it was me at the door, and the woman said she had to go anyway, and…”

      “Jesus, Alani.”

      “Don’t use that tone with me.” She turned her cannon on her brother again. “Did Jackson do anything you haven’t done?”

      “He was with another woman!”

      She started to bolt off Jackson’s lap, but when he held on to her hips, she subsided, too anxious to fight her brother to quibble over her position. “So? We didn’t have any kind of understanding—”

      “We do now,” Jackson announced, just in case she’d missed that important fact.

      “—and he said he was thrilled to see me.”

      Whoa. On a gut level, Jackson rejected that wording. “Thrilled?” Sure, he might have been thrilled, but would he really have been that obvious?

      Dare grinned, shook his head and repeated, “Thrilled,” with clear mockery.

      “And that’s all it took?” Trace asked.

      She strangled on a deep inhale. “Are you calling me easy?”

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