Savor the Danger
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Jackson put a hand to the small of Alani’s back. He wanted her aware of the necessities, but he also wanted her to trust him to take care of everything. “One obvious, one hidden.”
“I’m not going.” Alani crossed her arms.
Figuring he’d get her there one way or another, Jackson hugged her—while also guarding against another blow. So far she’d waffled between treating him like an invalid and inflicting pain upon his body. “Everything will be fine, honey, you’ll see. This is just a preventative measure, so don’t get worked up about it, okay?”
“I am not worked up.”
“Great. Just give me another minute here, and then I’ll help you get packed.” He addressed Trace again. “No one can get on the property without me knowing. We can hang out while you two do a little digging.”
“I’m not—”
“I already have the basics on Tobin,” Trace mused aloud, speaking over Alani’s attempted protests. “Should be easy enough to see what he’s been up to lately. If he had anything to do with drugging you, I’ll know it by the end of the week.”
Alani gasped. “You were spying on him?”
Jackson gave her a “duh” look. “You thought Trace wouldn’t?” She thought he wouldn’t?
Slowly but surely, her ire gathered. “Have you spied on every guy I’ve dated?”
Trace and Jackson said together, almost as one, “Who else is there?”
She glared at them both, then deflated. “No one.”
Redirecting everyone’s attention again, Dare said, “I’ll go by your apartment to see if I can unearth anything. I know you said you did that, but it can’t hurt to have fresh eyes.”
“Especially since my brains were numbed,” Jackson agreed. Beneath the hand he had at Alani’s waist, her muscles tensed. He liked the feel of her, the supple strength, the dip of her waist and the slight flair of her hip, the warmth of her sweet little body.
The sight of her naked would be forever emblazoned on his brain, but he wanted to see her again. He wanted to visually explore her to his heart’s content.
“Need us to grab anything for you while we’re there?” Trace asked.
“I’ll text you a list if I think of anything.” He didn’t want to drag out their visit any longer than necessary. By the second, Alani got more rigid. That wasn’t what any of them wanted, so the sooner he got rid of the guys, the quicker they could settle down and she could relax. “Molly’s more reasonable than Priss, so maybe Dare could talk to the single women in the apartment complex and see if any of them know anything.”
“Any single women in particular?”
Jackson shrugged. “Any that are good looking, I reckon. You could start with the description Alani gave, but don’t limit it to that. Maybe check in with Brigit next door. She’s single, has her girlfriends over on occasion.”
Dare said, “Got it,” while Alani slowly turned her head to stare at him.
“And maybe Carly. She’s offered to help me around the place. She got in the door once, so she knows the layout of the place. And maybe—”
Alani shoved Jackson. Hard.
Rather than drag her off balance with him, he released her before stumbling back a step. Her shove had been hard enough that she had probably hoped to knock him on his ass.
Silly woman.
At the continued show of violence, all three of them stared at her.
Jackson spoke first. “What the hell was that for?”
“Language,” Trace reminded him again.
Alani’s stance gave away her frustration. “You’re all three being impossible. Listen up—I am not going anywhere tonight!”
“Just calm down,” Dare said.
“No, you calm down.” She glared at Dare until he held up his hands in surrender. “Look, I get it that you guys want to protect me. Great. Thanks. Appreciate it.”
“Then what’s the problem?” Jackson asked her.
She turned to shove him again. He caught her hands and yanked her close so that she tumbled against his chest. Looking straight into her eyes, he said, “Settle down before you hurt yourself.”
Staying against him, she stated, “I will not be steam-rolled. I will not be treated like an idiot.”
Again, they all went mute.
Jackson wanted her to be his responsibility, not anyone else’s, so he was the first to speak. “No one thinks you’re an idiot. That’s just dumb.”
Her expression turned incredulous.
“God help us,” Trace muttered.
Hoping to smooth things over, Jackson asked, “You can’t get the time off work?”
“It has nothing to do with work.”
“So you are free?”
She gave him a killing frown. “I’m not currently involved with any redesigns. I cleared my calendar to work on your house, as you requested.”
Huh. “That’s why you came to see me yesterday?” Satisfaction sank into his bones.
“Maybe.” She glanced at Trace and Dare, and pushed away from Jackson. “In part.”
So maybe the other part had been intimate interest? Hell, yeah. “Then this is perfect. I think you’ll like my house.”
“Yes, well…” Going all prim and proper, she smoothed the skirt of her dress. “I’m guessing it has to be better than your apartment. But that’s not the—”
“I’m not going.” Alani crossed her arms.
Figuring he’d get her there one way or another, Jackson hugged her—while also guarding against another blow. So far she’d waffled between treating him like an invalid and inflicting pain upon his body. “Everything will be fine, honey, you’ll see. This is just a preventative measure, so don’t get worked up about it, okay?”
“I am not worked up.”
“Great. Just give me another minute here, and then I’ll help you get packed.” He addressed Trace again. “No one can get on the property without me knowing. We can hang out while you two do a little digging.”
“I’m not—”
“I already have the basics on Tobin,” Trace mused aloud, speaking over Alani’s attempted protests. “Should be easy enough to see what he’s been up to lately. If he had anything to do with drugging you, I’ll know it by the end of the week.”
Alani gasped. “You were spying on him?”
Jackson gave her a “duh” look. “You thought Trace wouldn’t?” She thought he wouldn’t?
Slowly but surely, her ire gathered. “Have you spied on every guy I’ve dated?”
Trace and Jackson said together, almost as one, “Who else is there?”
She glared at them both, then deflated. “No one.”
Redirecting everyone’s attention again, Dare said, “I’ll go by your apartment to see if I can unearth anything. I know you said you did that, but it can’t hurt to have fresh eyes.”
“Especially since my brains were numbed,” Jackson agreed. Beneath the hand he had at Alani’s waist, her muscles tensed. He liked the feel of her, the supple strength, the dip of her waist and the slight flair of her hip, the warmth of her sweet little body.
The sight of her naked would be forever emblazoned on his brain, but he wanted to see her again. He wanted to visually explore her to his heart’s content.
“Need us to grab anything for you while we’re there?” Trace asked.
“I’ll text you a list if I think of anything.” He didn’t want to drag out their visit any longer than necessary. By the second, Alani got more rigid. That wasn’t what any of them wanted, so the sooner he got rid of the guys, the quicker they could settle down and she could relax. “Molly’s more reasonable than Priss, so maybe Dare could talk to the single women in the apartment complex and see if any of them know anything.”
“Any single women in particular?”
Jackson shrugged. “Any that are good looking, I reckon. You could start with the description Alani gave, but don’t limit it to that. Maybe check in with Brigit next door. She’s single, has her girlfriends over on occasion.”
Dare said, “Got it,” while Alani slowly turned her head to stare at him.
“And maybe Carly. She’s offered to help me around the place. She got in the door once, so she knows the layout of the place. And maybe—”
Alani shoved Jackson. Hard.
Rather than drag her off balance with him, he released her before stumbling back a step. Her shove had been hard enough that she had probably hoped to knock him on his ass.
Silly woman.
At the continued show of violence, all three of them stared at her.
Jackson spoke first. “What the hell was that for?”
“Language,” Trace reminded him again.
Alani’s stance gave away her frustration. “You’re all three being impossible. Listen up—I am not going anywhere tonight!”
“Just calm down,” Dare said.
“No, you calm down.” She glared at Dare until he held up his hands in surrender. “Look, I get it that you guys want to protect me. Great. Thanks. Appreciate it.”
“Then what’s the problem?” Jackson asked her.
She turned to shove him again. He caught her hands and yanked her close so that she tumbled against his chest. Looking straight into her eyes, he said, “Settle down before you hurt yourself.”
Staying against him, she stated, “I will not be steam-rolled. I will not be treated like an idiot.”
Again, they all went mute.
Jackson wanted her to be his responsibility, not anyone else’s, so he was the first to speak. “No one thinks you’re an idiot. That’s just dumb.”
Her expression turned incredulous.
“God help us,” Trace muttered.
Hoping to smooth things over, Jackson asked, “You can’t get the time off work?”
“It has nothing to do with work.”
“So you are free?”
She gave him a killing frown. “I’m not currently involved with any redesigns. I cleared my calendar to work on your house, as you requested.”
Huh. “That’s why you came to see me yesterday?” Satisfaction sank into his bones.
“Maybe.” She glanced at Trace and Dare, and pushed away from Jackson. “In part.”
So maybe the other part had been intimate interest? Hell, yeah. “Then this is perfect. I think you’ll like my house.”
“Yes, well…” Going all prim and proper, she smoothed the skirt of her dress. “I’m guessing it has to be better than your apartment. But that’s not the—”
