When You Dare. Lori Foster

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      Dizziness assailed her. “So you did kill them?”

      “Damn right.” He looked down at her. “They needed killing.”

      “Yes, they did.” The men were gone; they couldn’t hurt her, or anyone else, ever again. As the tension eased out of her, her heavy eyelids sank down, almost closing.

      Great relief came from the knowledge that they were gone forever.

      Dawn began to creep through the heavy drapes, and for the first time in days, Molly greeted it with hope. “Dare?”

      “Yeah?”

      She hugged him tight. “Thank you.”

      CHAPTER THREE

      WHILE SIPPING COFFEE and watching her sleep, Dare went over possible scenarios for the day. First on the agenda, he had to decide what to do with Ms. Molly Alexander.

      He couldn’t just dump her, because she shouldn’t be alone right now and didn’t seem to have anyone to go to. She refused the police, not that they could be of much help anyway. So, then … what to do with her?

      It wasn’t like he could keep her.

      He wanted to get back home to check on his girls, and thinking that, he lifted his cell phone and put in a call. Chris Chapey, his personal assistant, answered on the third ring.

      “Hey, Dare. I want to hear some good news.”

      Dare rolled his eyes. No matter how he tried, he couldn’t get Chris to answer the phone properly. Sure, Chris always checked the caller ID first, so he knew it was Dare, but still … “Alani is with Trace now.”

      “Fucking-A. Perfect news.” But then, with more sensitivity: “She’s … okay, isn’t she?”

      “Depends on your definition of okay, I guess. But I think she’ll recoup. It’s for certain that Trace won’t let her take another vacation without him—not for a hell of a long time.” Or until Alani had a man of her own to keep her safe.

      “Can’t say as I blame him,” Chris said. “I assume that you got through things unscathed?”

      He glanced toward Molly, asleep in the bed. A bed they’d shared—in the platonic sense. “More or less.”

      “So, when are you going to be home?”

      “Not sure yet. I have a—” Suddenly, as if she’d felt his gaze, Molly’s eyes opened. They were puffy from sleeping hard, and a little unfocused—until they locked on his. She again gave him that startled, caught look. “A complication.”

      Showing no reaction to that, Molly rolled to her back a moment and yawned, then pushed back the covers and sat up. She gingerly stretched and winced. Beneath the now-wrinkled clothes, Dare noted once again that although she was thin, she still had an abundance of curves.

      How the hell had he ever missed that? Not that he’d been checking her out, but it was a little hard to miss now that he had noticed.

      Shoulders slumped, Molly sat on the edge of the bed for a minute, just breathing and maybe taking personal stock of aches and pains. He was willing to bet she had plenty of them.

      Finally, with a deep sigh, she stood and padded barefoot for the bathroom. He noted some definite curves in the back, too, defined beneath the body-hugging shorts and loose T-shirt.

      She looked less wobbly today, so the sleep and food must have done the trick.

      When she shut the door, Dare realized that Chris was talking to him and he hadn’t heard a word.

      “I need to go.”

      Chris snorted. “No being cryptic, boss man. If you’re in trouble—”

      “I’m not.”

      “Then what’s the complication?”

      “Nothing I can’t handle.” He hoped. “Everything will be fine.” Somehow he’d make that true. “I’ll call you later when I finalize my plans.”

      Molly emerged from the bathroom, her face damp, her thick, tangled hair everywhere. But today, rather than looking like a wreck, her wild hair just looked … freshly tumbled.

      She came over to sniff the coffee, lifted a cup in hopeful question, and Dare nodded.

      She mouthed a heartfelt, Thank you.

      In the bright sunlight, her brown eyes looked less wary, but the bruising under and around them had deepened.

      Shit.

      Dare gave his attention back to Chris. “Give the girls some hugs from me.”

      “I’m keeping them happy, don’t worry.”

      He never did. He trusted Chris with his life—and his girls. “Later.”

      Dare closed the phone and eyed Molly. She avoided his gaze, which he found curious. “How do you feel? And don’t sugarcoat it.”

      Her lips curved in the briefest smile. “Glad to be alive and free. But also achy, still a little tired. And starved.” She peered at the arrangement of food. “Not to impose, but is any of this up for grabs?”

      “I’ve already finished, so help yourself.” He watched her sit and open up all three containers, finding scrambled eggs, bacon and toast.

      Her eyes widened, then narrowed with hunger. “It’s an absolute feast.”

      “Hardly that.” Her mood this morning threw him. He hadn’t expected her to be … chipper. Or maybe it was more complacent. Either way, he’d been prepared for the shock to take hold.

      Instead, she behaved as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

      “For me, this is the most delicious-looking food I’ve seen in far too long, so thank you. And don’t worry, I really do have money to repay you for everything. Just keep a tally of it all, if you don’t mind. My math skills have always been lacking and … I don’t have a notepad or pen.” She glanced up at him. “At least, not with me.”

      Discolorations in blue, purple, green and black marred her skin from her eyes down to her toes, and she spoke as if the cost of a diner breakfast mattered.

      “How long have you been up?” She tasted the eggs, tore open a salt and pepper packet, seasoned them, then tasted again. With a roll of her eyes, she said, “Oh, Nirvana.”

      Dare enjoyed her expression of greedy bliss. “I woke a few hours ago.” Still at your side, with you squeezed up against me. He’d awakened with women many times, but never a woman like her, never a woman in her situation.

      She’d been dead to the world, and still she clung to him so tightly that he had to pry her loose before sliding out of the bed and away from her. After leaving her, he noted the fading of her warmth against his skin, СКАЧАТЬ