Fighting Dirty. Lori Foster

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СКАЧАТЬ with dusting powder everywhere from forensics taking fingerprints, they were finally free to leave. Armie had found his emergency cell kicked under the couch, so he let Cannon know they were coming out.

      Meeting his sister at the door, Cannon checked her face and cursed over the darkening bruise there.

      Before Cannon could ask any questions, she said, “I’m okay.”

      He cupped her face, kissed her forehead, then carefully hugged her. “Thank God.”

      Next he turned to Armie, and blew out a breath. “Damn, man.”

      “What?”

      Eyes narrowed, Cannon checked over Armie much as he had Merissa.

      “If you kiss me,” Armie said, “we’re going to have a problem.”

      Instead, Cannon gave him a bear hug. Low, he whispered, “Thank you for looking out for her.”

      “I was there.” And they both knew that meant he’d do whatever necessary to protect her.

      Cannon turned back to his sister. “I heard the basics from Logan, but I want you to tell me what happened.”

      She nodded. “I will, but later please. Like...maybe tomorrow? Right now, I just want to get home and shower.”

      “I guess we can talk in the morning over coffee.”

      She angled up her chin. “I have to be at work by nine.”

      Both of them stared at her.

      She continued in a brisk tone. “Maybe lunch, if you really want. But honestly, I’d rather wait until after I’m done for the day.”

      Cannon spoke first, saying, “You can’t go in to work tomorrow.”

      Testy, she asked, “Why not?”

      They both verbally stumbled, then Cannon said, “It’s Saturday.”

      “So? The bank is open.” She slanted an accusing gaze at Armie. “Do you plan to skip the gym?”

      He frowned. “No.” At the moment, nothing appealed more than pounding the hell out of a heavy bag.

      “So why would the two of you assume I’d miss work?”

      Armie half turned his head. “They expect you to come in?”

      “They offered me the day off. I said no thank you.”

      Wow. Okay, so it could be that, like him, she needed to stay busy. A day off would only give her time to dwell on the violence.

      Firmer now, Cannon said, “Come home with me and we’ll talk it over.”

      “It’s my decision,” she said, sparing her brother the heat she’d thrown Armie’s way.

      “Yvette is making up the guest room for you.”

      “Cannon.” She smiled at him. “I love you so much. Yvette, too. Thank you for offering. But really, I don’t want company tonight, and I don’t want to miss work tomorrow. I just... I want to deal with it, you know?”

      He touched her chin. “You don’t have to deal with it alone.”

      Her bottom lip quivered, and damn it, Armie couldn’t take it. Like her brother, she had an amazing inner strength. Few strong people wanted to advertise their moments of weakness. “Let up, Cannon. She knows she can count on you, but maybe right now she just wants some privacy.” God knew she’d been through hell and probably felt like crumpling. She needed to let go, but she’d never do that with an audience.

      “That’s it exactly,” she said quickly, and then with an appealing pout, “Please understand.”

      Cannon studied her face, glanced at Armie and finally relented enough to say, “As long as you check in a few times, tonight before bed and tomorrow before work—”

      Her laugh sounded of tears and heartache and gratitude. “I bet you drive Yvette insane.”

      Cannon softened. “Grant me the right to worry about the people I love.” He pulled her coat lapels closer under her chin. “It can be one of your usual messages if that makes it easier.”

      “Yes, okay.”

      Rissy’s usual messages consisted of Rissy was here. She left those three small words in texts whenever someone missed her call. She sometimes left notes, or in his case, wrote in the dust on a truck window. Armie knew her philosophy was that she wanted folks to know she’d stopped by or called, but didn’t want them bothered if they were busy.

      Knowing she’d be in touch, Armie felt as much relief as Cannon did.

      “I’ll drive you home,” Cannon offered.

      She bent another stern look on him. “I want my car. I don’t want to be home without it.”

      “Tell you what,” Armie said, seeing her start to shiver in the cold. “Ride with Cannon and I’ll bring your car.”

      “But you’re hurt. You need—”

      “A shower,” Armie said. “And some sleep.” And he wouldn’t mind getting his hands on those two creeps again. “That’s all.”

      She looked at the cut on his head, which had thankfully stopped bleeding due to the butterfly bandage, and then the other bruises on his face.

      “You’ve seen me looking worse after fights.”

      “Not really.” She searched his face. “Armie, I—”

      Softly, he said, “I know. We’ll talk later, okay?”

      She turned to her brother. “You know what he did?”

      “Logan told me.”

      Armie scoffed. “It was nothing. Now let’s go. I’m freezing my ass off.”

      He had her walking through the parking lot when she said, “What about your truck?”

      “I’ll get one of the guys to pick it up for me, or Cannon can swing back by here and drop me off. It’ll be fine.”

      “All right.” After a long look she handed him her keys—and then took him by surprise with a hug.

      Stunned stupid, Armie inhaled, hesitated, but he couldn’t resist returning her embrace. Never, not for a million years, would he ever forget the fear of losing her. Unable to stop himself, he cupped a hand to the back of her head and pressed his jaw to hers.

      She smelled of warm skin, flowery shampoo and pure sensual appeal, a scent guaranteed to keep him in turmoil for the rest of the night.

      “Armie?” she whispered. “Thank you. For everything.”

      With no words to suffice, he nodded, stepped back and watched СКАЧАТЬ