Predatory Game
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Saber held very still. There was actual fear in Chaleen’s voice. She might have come for information on whatever Jess was investigating, but she was genuinely concerned for his safety. Was Chaleen an assassin? Saber moved into a better position to get her away from Jess if she tried anything. Just what was Jess doing, anyway?
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Damn you, Jess. You were always so f**king closemouthed. This isn’t a game. You always think you’re playing chess instead of living real life. You’re making enemies and they’ll be coming after you.”
Chaleen definitely sounded threatening. Saber forgot about trying to get information and moved into the room. She circled Jess’s neck with her arms. “Sorry I took so long, love,” she murmured.
Chaleen glanced at her diamond-studded watch. “Did you run?” she snapped.
Saber ran her fingers through Jess’s thick, dark hair. “Pardon me?” she asked, her voice dripping with sweetness.
Chaleen gathered up her fur coat and Gucci purse. “You’re making a big mistake, Jess.” The purr was completely gone from her voice, leaving it cold and disdainful.
Jess’s eyebrows shot up. “Don’t threaten me, Chaleen. Take that back to your people: you don’t want to threaten me.”
For a moment the hazel eyes glowed yellow, the unblinking stare of a dangerous cat, and then Chaleen was smiling. “You misunderstand me, I wouldn’t presume to threaten you. So nice to meet you.” She didn’t bother to look at Saber, some battle still being waged between hazel and dark brown eyes.
Saber, frightened for Jess for no reason she could think of, clutched convulsively at his biceps. Without taking his eyes from Chaleen, he reached up to cover Saber’s hand in reassurance.
“Okay,” Chaleen capitulated. “You’re out of it.”
“I hope so,” Jess replied ominously. “Saber, make some fresh coffee for us, baby. And drink a glass of orange juice.”
Reluctantly Saber allowed him to move away from her, across the room, escorting the blonde toward the front door. Jess never ordered Saber to do things like make coffee or drink orange juice. The juice, she was certain, was because of her fever. The coffee was a ploy to get her out of the way. She hesitated, worried about leaving him vulnerable to Chaleen, although he seemed to feel the issue was closed.
And she did feel lousy. Her head hurt, her body ached, and there was no doubt she needed aspirin. Muttering to herself, she ground fresh beans and obediently put on a pot of coffee.
Jess found her slumped in a chair, elbows on the table, head cradled in her hands. He glided up beside her on silent wheels. “Are you sure you should be out of bed, angel face?” he asked gently.
“Of course not,” she retorted, without looking up. “The place is being overrun by your women. Someone had to do something.”
His mouth twitched but he remained silent as he poured her a glass of orange juice and set it next to her elbow. “Drink.”
She lifted her head. “Chaleen? Is someone really named Chaleen?” Her voice held a wealth of scorn.
He tactfully refrained from pointing out she had an unusual name too.
Saber drank half the glass in a gulp. “How many more should I expect?”
“Now, honey,” he soothed, deliberately feeding the fire. “She’s very nice.”
“Some people probably thought Jack the Ripper was nice too. For heaven’s sake, Jesse, she wears dead animals.” She glared at him as if he’d slain and slaughtered the poor creatures with his own blood-soaked hands to make Chaleen darling’s coat. “You were actually the lover of a woman who wears dead animals. That’s so disgusting.”
He tugged at one of her wild curls. “She’s not that bad.”
Blue eyes shot violet sparks. “Oh yes, she was-is. Who should I expect next? Attila the Hun’s wife? You owe me for this, hot shot. I’ve probably saved you from a fate worse than death. That vamp had designs on your virtue.” She had designs on more than that, but Saber was going to have to take a little time to figure out what.
He nudged the juice a little closer to her, silently urging her to drink more. “I don’t know, Saber, it might have been fun.”
“Don’t give me that, Calhoun.” Saber raked a hand through her hair in total exasperation. “You were terrified she was going to throw herself at you and you know it. I could see it in your eyes.”
He grinned at her. “Hallucinations again. I’d better call the doc in after all.”
She rolled her eyes. “The last time your doctor was here, he insisted I get a flu shot right along with you, and look what happened. I’ve never been sick until now and what do I have-the flu.”
“Drink your juice.” This time he shoved the glass into her hand.
She sent him a smoldering glare, but when he didn’t wither, she took a sip. “Actually, I don’t blame you a bit for wanting to change the subject. If I had such poor taste in my youth, I wouldn’t want to dwell on it either,” she sniffed.
“So did you? Have bad taste I mean? In your youth?”
Instantly a shutter slammed down, laughter fading from her dancing eyes and leaving them veiled, shadowed, even haunted. Saber shrugged the question away casually, too casually. “Good juice, Jesse. Is this fresh squeezed?”
“Of course. What else would I do with you ill?” He ran his knuckles along her cheek in a rough caress. “How are you feeling this morning? I was worried last night.”
“Better. I’ll go to work tonight,” she assured him.
“Saber, don’t be ridiculous. You’re not well.” He laid a cool hand on her forehead. “You’re still running a fever.”
“I’m better,” she insisted.
“Uh-huh, I can tell.” He couldn’t help smiling. Sitting curled up in the oak chair, clad in his robe, black hair tousled, long lashes sweeping the curve of her cheek, Saber was irresistible. Jess had to touch her, wanted to hold her. His finger traced the back of her hand, just to keep the contact. “I am your boss, baby, and I say you don’t go to work tonight.”
She tilted her chin. “Do I get it off with pay?”
“You drive a hard bargain.”
“I’ll get your coffee,” Saber volunteered.
“Sit. I’ll get the coffee. You finish that juice and get back to bed.” Jess easily reached the coffeemaker sitting on the low counter.
“So, all right, I’ll admit I’m hooked. Does Chaleen work for the CIA, or is she some agent for another government?”
Jess concentrated his entire attention on pouring himself a cup of coffee.
Saber ruffled his hair. “Never mind, dragon king. I don’t want you to have to lie to me.”
His hand reached up to cover hers, fingers sliding sensuously between hers. Before she could pull away, he captured her hand, brought it to his chest. “I’m willing to trade, baby.”
Saber could feel the steady beat of his heart. For some odd reason she had the urge to lay her head on his chest. She couldn’t look into his probing eyes. “I don’t have anything to trade.”
His eyebrow shot up, but before he could respond, the shrill ringing of the telephone interrupted them. He grinned, white teeth flashing. “You have a guardian angel.” Jess reached a lazy hand out for the receiver. “Yes?”
Saber rolled her eyes at his unconventional greeting. A faint scowl flitted across his features, and for a brief moment his dark gaze rested on her small face.
“She’s ill, Les, she’s not coming in tonight.” Deliberately, he ignored Saber’s frantic signals, holding the receiver away from her, fending her off with one hand.
“I can go in if they need me,” she hissed. Her gaze slid over his rough good looks and narrowed speculatively. Was that a smear of bright red lipstick along the bluish shadow of his jaw? Her fist clenched. Had he allowed that witch to kiss him?
“What kind of calls? Threats? What the hell does ‘not exactly’ mean?” Jess sounded impatient. “If someone is harassing the station, or Saber in particular, call the police.”
“No.” Saber made another grab at the telephone, her face pale. “Jesse,” she wailed when he whirled his chair around, keeping his back to her, preventing her from getting to the receiver.
“What exactly is he saying? Yes, that’s right. Call the security company, have them double the guard around the station. Brady’s security tonight? Have him give me a call. Sure, Les, thanks for calling.” He dropped the receiver in its cradle and turned his chair to face her.
“That was my phone call, Jesse,” Saber protested, her heart slamming in alarm, “you had no right to keep me from it.”
As usual, he didn’t seem to be the least bit intimidated or upset by her outburst. “Sit down before you fall down,” he suggested calmly. “You’re trembling.”
“With anger,” she exploded, but she did sit, afraid her shaking legs wouldn’t support her.
“With fear. Tell me about it, Saber. Who are you expecting? Just how dangerous is he?”
Stubbornly her chin went up. “It is not my fault some crackpot is calling the station. It happens. It doesn’t have a thing to do with me. Triple the guard at the station for all I care.”
“Don’t worry,” Jess said, “I will. Les says the man has called nine times, last night and this morning. Brian recorded a couple of the calls on his shift as well. He hasn’t threatened you, but he wants to meet you.”
“Everyone wants to meet me. I’m cute.”
“Your voice is sexy as hell and these creeps get all sorts of ideas.”
“Will you please wipe that disgusting stuff off your face? I can barely stand to look at you,” she snapped.
His eyebrow shot up. “What disgusting stuff?”
“You know very well. You just had to let her kiss you, and you’ve got her lipstick all over you.”
His eyes burned black velvet. “You’ll have to do it, honey. I can’t see it.”
Saber shook her head. “No way. You let her put it there, you can just get it off yourself.”
Jess shrugged. “I guess it will just have to stay.”
She glared at him. “You know where she kissed you.”
“I don’t remember.” He had to work to keep the grin from his face.
Furious, Saber jumped up, wet a cloth, and bent over him, scrubbing at the offensive smear of lipstick along his jaw. “I could just smack you one, Jesse.”
He pulled her onto his lap, exactly where he had planned to have her from the moment she had come downstairs. “Thank you, baby, I appreciate it. I wouldn’t have liked going around all day with Chaleen’s brand on me.”
“But you would have.” Saber wasn’t ready to forgive him. “All day, just to make me crazy.”
“Would it have?”
“Of course.”
“Well, since we’re talking.” He pulled the military issue knife from his pack and held it up in front of her. “I thought I’d return this to you.”
She went absolutely still. “Where did you find that?” She didn’t touch it.
“You had a nightmare. Before you woke up, you tried to protect yourself.”
Saber jumped off his lap, careful to avoid the knife, and stared at him, a look of horror stamped on her pale face. “I did what? I attacked you, Jesse?”
Tears swam in her eyes, and when he moved toward her, she backed away, putting one hand on his arm to keep him at a distance. “No. No. If I did that, it’s not safe for you anymore. I have to leave. I can’t believe I did that.”
It wasn’t the reaction he wanted or expected. If she was an actress, she was the best he’d ever seen. He could feel her distress, waves of it rolling off of her, distress and fear. Both emotions were broadcast so strong they swamped him. His body reacted with signs of stress, heart rate increasing so dramatically that he pressed his hand to his chest.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Damn you, Jess. You were always so f**king closemouthed. This isn’t a game. You always think you’re playing chess instead of living real life. You’re making enemies and they’ll be coming after you.”
Chaleen definitely sounded threatening. Saber forgot about trying to get information and moved into the room. She circled Jess’s neck with her arms. “Sorry I took so long, love,” she murmured.
Chaleen glanced at her diamond-studded watch. “Did you run?” she snapped.
Saber ran her fingers through Jess’s thick, dark hair. “Pardon me?” she asked, her voice dripping with sweetness.
Chaleen gathered up her fur coat and Gucci purse. “You’re making a big mistake, Jess.” The purr was completely gone from her voice, leaving it cold and disdainful.
Jess’s eyebrows shot up. “Don’t threaten me, Chaleen. Take that back to your people: you don’t want to threaten me.”
For a moment the hazel eyes glowed yellow, the unblinking stare of a dangerous cat, and then Chaleen was smiling. “You misunderstand me, I wouldn’t presume to threaten you. So nice to meet you.” She didn’t bother to look at Saber, some battle still being waged between hazel and dark brown eyes.
Saber, frightened for Jess for no reason she could think of, clutched convulsively at his biceps. Without taking his eyes from Chaleen, he reached up to cover Saber’s hand in reassurance.
“Okay,” Chaleen capitulated. “You’re out of it.”
“I hope so,” Jess replied ominously. “Saber, make some fresh coffee for us, baby. And drink a glass of orange juice.”
Reluctantly Saber allowed him to move away from her, across the room, escorting the blonde toward the front door. Jess never ordered Saber to do things like make coffee or drink orange juice. The juice, she was certain, was because of her fever. The coffee was a ploy to get her out of the way. She hesitated, worried about leaving him vulnerable to Chaleen, although he seemed to feel the issue was closed.
And she did feel lousy. Her head hurt, her body ached, and there was no doubt she needed aspirin. Muttering to herself, she ground fresh beans and obediently put on a pot of coffee.
Jess found her slumped in a chair, elbows on the table, head cradled in her hands. He glided up beside her on silent wheels. “Are you sure you should be out of bed, angel face?” he asked gently.
“Of course not,” she retorted, without looking up. “The place is being overrun by your women. Someone had to do something.”
His mouth twitched but he remained silent as he poured her a glass of orange juice and set it next to her elbow. “Drink.”
She lifted her head. “Chaleen? Is someone really named Chaleen?” Her voice held a wealth of scorn.
He tactfully refrained from pointing out she had an unusual name too.
Saber drank half the glass in a gulp. “How many more should I expect?”
“Now, honey,” he soothed, deliberately feeding the fire. “She’s very nice.”
“Some people probably thought Jack the Ripper was nice too. For heaven’s sake, Jesse, she wears dead animals.” She glared at him as if he’d slain and slaughtered the poor creatures with his own blood-soaked hands to make Chaleen darling’s coat. “You were actually the lover of a woman who wears dead animals. That’s so disgusting.”
He tugged at one of her wild curls. “She’s not that bad.”
Blue eyes shot violet sparks. “Oh yes, she was-is. Who should I expect next? Attila the Hun’s wife? You owe me for this, hot shot. I’ve probably saved you from a fate worse than death. That vamp had designs on your virtue.” She had designs on more than that, but Saber was going to have to take a little time to figure out what.
He nudged the juice a little closer to her, silently urging her to drink more. “I don’t know, Saber, it might have been fun.”
“Don’t give me that, Calhoun.” Saber raked a hand through her hair in total exasperation. “You were terrified she was going to throw herself at you and you know it. I could see it in your eyes.”
He grinned at her. “Hallucinations again. I’d better call the doc in after all.”
She rolled her eyes. “The last time your doctor was here, he insisted I get a flu shot right along with you, and look what happened. I’ve never been sick until now and what do I have-the flu.”
“Drink your juice.” This time he shoved the glass into her hand.
She sent him a smoldering glare, but when he didn’t wither, she took a sip. “Actually, I don’t blame you a bit for wanting to change the subject. If I had such poor taste in my youth, I wouldn’t want to dwell on it either,” she sniffed.
“So did you? Have bad taste I mean? In your youth?”
Instantly a shutter slammed down, laughter fading from her dancing eyes and leaving them veiled, shadowed, even haunted. Saber shrugged the question away casually, too casually. “Good juice, Jesse. Is this fresh squeezed?”
“Of course. What else would I do with you ill?” He ran his knuckles along her cheek in a rough caress. “How are you feeling this morning? I was worried last night.”
“Better. I’ll go to work tonight,” she assured him.
“Saber, don’t be ridiculous. You’re not well.” He laid a cool hand on her forehead. “You’re still running a fever.”
“I’m better,” she insisted.
“Uh-huh, I can tell.” He couldn’t help smiling. Sitting curled up in the oak chair, clad in his robe, black hair tousled, long lashes sweeping the curve of her cheek, Saber was irresistible. Jess had to touch her, wanted to hold her. His finger traced the back of her hand, just to keep the contact. “I am your boss, baby, and I say you don’t go to work tonight.”
She tilted her chin. “Do I get it off with pay?”
“You drive a hard bargain.”
“I’ll get your coffee,” Saber volunteered.
“Sit. I’ll get the coffee. You finish that juice and get back to bed.” Jess easily reached the coffeemaker sitting on the low counter.
“So, all right, I’ll admit I’m hooked. Does Chaleen work for the CIA, or is she some agent for another government?”
Jess concentrated his entire attention on pouring himself a cup of coffee.
Saber ruffled his hair. “Never mind, dragon king. I don’t want you to have to lie to me.”
His hand reached up to cover hers, fingers sliding sensuously between hers. Before she could pull away, he captured her hand, brought it to his chest. “I’m willing to trade, baby.”
Saber could feel the steady beat of his heart. For some odd reason she had the urge to lay her head on his chest. She couldn’t look into his probing eyes. “I don’t have anything to trade.”
His eyebrow shot up, but before he could respond, the shrill ringing of the telephone interrupted them. He grinned, white teeth flashing. “You have a guardian angel.” Jess reached a lazy hand out for the receiver. “Yes?”
Saber rolled her eyes at his unconventional greeting. A faint scowl flitted across his features, and for a brief moment his dark gaze rested on her small face.
“She’s ill, Les, she’s not coming in tonight.” Deliberately, he ignored Saber’s frantic signals, holding the receiver away from her, fending her off with one hand.
“I can go in if they need me,” she hissed. Her gaze slid over his rough good looks and narrowed speculatively. Was that a smear of bright red lipstick along the bluish shadow of his jaw? Her fist clenched. Had he allowed that witch to kiss him?
“What kind of calls? Threats? What the hell does ‘not exactly’ mean?” Jess sounded impatient. “If someone is harassing the station, or Saber in particular, call the police.”
“No.” Saber made another grab at the telephone, her face pale. “Jesse,” she wailed when he whirled his chair around, keeping his back to her, preventing her from getting to the receiver.
“What exactly is he saying? Yes, that’s right. Call the security company, have them double the guard around the station. Brady’s security tonight? Have him give me a call. Sure, Les, thanks for calling.” He dropped the receiver in its cradle and turned his chair to face her.
“That was my phone call, Jesse,” Saber protested, her heart slamming in alarm, “you had no right to keep me from it.”
As usual, he didn’t seem to be the least bit intimidated or upset by her outburst. “Sit down before you fall down,” he suggested calmly. “You’re trembling.”
“With anger,” she exploded, but she did sit, afraid her shaking legs wouldn’t support her.
“With fear. Tell me about it, Saber. Who are you expecting? Just how dangerous is he?”
Stubbornly her chin went up. “It is not my fault some crackpot is calling the station. It happens. It doesn’t have a thing to do with me. Triple the guard at the station for all I care.”
“Don’t worry,” Jess said, “I will. Les says the man has called nine times, last night and this morning. Brian recorded a couple of the calls on his shift as well. He hasn’t threatened you, but he wants to meet you.”
“Everyone wants to meet me. I’m cute.”
“Your voice is sexy as hell and these creeps get all sorts of ideas.”
“Will you please wipe that disgusting stuff off your face? I can barely stand to look at you,” she snapped.
His eyebrow shot up. “What disgusting stuff?”
“You know very well. You just had to let her kiss you, and you’ve got her lipstick all over you.”
His eyes burned black velvet. “You’ll have to do it, honey. I can’t see it.”
Saber shook her head. “No way. You let her put it there, you can just get it off yourself.”
Jess shrugged. “I guess it will just have to stay.”
She glared at him. “You know where she kissed you.”
“I don’t remember.” He had to work to keep the grin from his face.
Furious, Saber jumped up, wet a cloth, and bent over him, scrubbing at the offensive smear of lipstick along his jaw. “I could just smack you one, Jesse.”
He pulled her onto his lap, exactly where he had planned to have her from the moment she had come downstairs. “Thank you, baby, I appreciate it. I wouldn’t have liked going around all day with Chaleen’s brand on me.”
“But you would have.” Saber wasn’t ready to forgive him. “All day, just to make me crazy.”
“Would it have?”
“Of course.”
“Well, since we’re talking.” He pulled the military issue knife from his pack and held it up in front of her. “I thought I’d return this to you.”
She went absolutely still. “Where did you find that?” She didn’t touch it.
“You had a nightmare. Before you woke up, you tried to protect yourself.”
Saber jumped off his lap, careful to avoid the knife, and stared at him, a look of horror stamped on her pale face. “I did what? I attacked you, Jesse?”
Tears swam in her eyes, and when he moved toward her, she backed away, putting one hand on his arm to keep him at a distance. “No. No. If I did that, it’s not safe for you anymore. I have to leave. I can’t believe I did that.”
It wasn’t the reaction he wanted or expected. If she was an actress, she was the best he’d ever seen. He could feel her distress, waves of it rolling off of her, distress and fear. Both emotions were broadcast so strong they swamped him. His body reacted with signs of stress, heart rate increasing so dramatically that he pressed his hand to his chest.
