When You Dare
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“Don’t hurt him,” Natalie warned. And then to Molly, “What’s going on here?”
“Dare is, um, protecting me. Nothing to worry about. He’s one of the good guys.”
Disbelief flashed over Natalie’s white face before she gathered her gumption. “Well, then, tell him to get off of Jett.” She looked ready to launch herself at Dare if he made the wrong move, so Molly moved closer to her.
If she had to, she’d tackle her sister. But hopefully it wouldn’t come to that, not with her naked beneath the blanket.
“Dare,” Molly ventured. He looked to be in a killing mood. “Really, she is my sister, I promise.”
“Sister, got it.” Indecision plain, Dare eased back just a little but kept his gun on the man.
“Jett Sutter.” The stranger lay there, not really discomfited by the attack. “I know. Sounds like jet-setter. My folks are regular comedians.” He tilted his head to see Molly. Eyes so dark they looked black took her measure. His long, sinful lashes might have seemed effeminate on another man, but not on him. “I’m glad to see you’re okay, Molly.”
Molly blinked. “You know me?”
“Only from what Natalie has told me, which was all flattering but didn’t include associates with guns.”
His good humor left Molly gaping. He was a handsome man, and even flat on his back with a gun in his face he managed to appear competent.
“How do you know my sister?”
He looked Molly over in the blanket and cocked a brow. “Ask Natalie.”
Natalie turned three shades of red. “Oh, Molly, there’s so much we have to talk about.” And then, as if she forgot the men, she wailed, “I was so worried about you. Where the hell have you been?”
Molly almost lost her blanket when Natalie jerked her into a tight bear hug. She wanted to soothe her sister, she really did. But with the men on the floor…the timing was definitely off.
“I’m okay, Natalie. Really.” Over her sister’s shoulder, Molly saw Dare eyeing Jett.
He said low, “You might want to stop looking at her like that.”
The man actually grinned. “Right. Sorry. It’s not lascivious, I swear. I was just noting the similarities between the two of them.”
“Sure you were.” Dare leaned into him a little more. “What are you two doing here?”
Jett put one hand behind his head, rested the other on his chest and looked to be getting comfortable. “We just returned from a trip. I told Natalie that Molly was probably back by now. It’s the middle of the night, so she didn’t want to call, but she couldn’t stand waiting until the morning to check on her. So…” He shrugged as if to excuse Natalie’s misguided intention, and then, with caution, used the side of his hand to edge the gun away from his face. “She was going to peek in and make sure her sister was okay. That’s all.”
Dare didn’t like that one bit. “You’re shitting me. You two snuck in, and you were going to look at Molly in her bed—”
“I was only here to see to Natalie’s safety. She’d have done all the peeking on her own.”
With her hands on Molly’s bare shoulders, Natalie pushed her back the length of her arms. “Do you have any idea how damned scared I’ve been for you?”
Molly sighed and again adjusted her blanket. If she lost it, she’d die on the spot. “I called you earlier, but you didn’t answer.”
Aghast, Natalie blinked as if ready to cry. “When?”
Since she didn’t know what time it was, Molly couldn’t answer. “As soon as Dare and I got back to the apartment. I don’t know. Hours ago.”
“Oh, God, Molly. I’m sorry. I…” She looked at Jett. “We… He…”
“We hooked up,” Jett said with a smile. “Long past due. Anyway, your sister was focused on other things most recently, and she didn’t remember to keep her phone charged.” Now disregarding Dare’s gun, he sat up, propped his forearms on his jean-covered knees and acted as if he hadn’t just been assaulted. “The timing is off, but what the hell, right? We’re getting married.”
It was Molly’s turn to gape. “Married?”
Natalie bobbed her head, and tears swam in her eyes. “I love him.”
Jett smiled, too. “I hope you’ll forgive her for missing your call. She really has been worried nonstop.”
“Of course,” Molly said, still trying to process the idea of her very independent sister planning to wed a man that Molly had never met.
“Where were you?” Natalie demanded.
“Kidnapped,” Dare said, dropping that bombshell with great effect. “To Tijuana. By flesh smugglers.”
Molly couldn’t believe he’d just blurted it out like that.
Jett gave Dare a dirty look and pushed to his feet. Molly sensed that it wasn’t what Dare said as much as how he said it that Jett took exception to. He reached Natalie just as the tears started tracking down her face. “Oh, Molly…Tijuana?” Natalie covered her mouth, and then, with even more feeling, “Kidnapped?”
“Calm down, Natalie.” Molly couldn’t think of anything else to say. “I’m okay.”
“So she says, often.” Dare didn’t look at all happy with this turn of events. He closed the apartment door and locked it again.
“Who the hell are you?” Jett asked him. “Her bodyguard?”
“Dare is, um, protecting me. Nothing to worry about. He’s one of the good guys.”
Disbelief flashed over Natalie’s white face before she gathered her gumption. “Well, then, tell him to get off of Jett.” She looked ready to launch herself at Dare if he made the wrong move, so Molly moved closer to her.
If she had to, she’d tackle her sister. But hopefully it wouldn’t come to that, not with her naked beneath the blanket.
“Dare,” Molly ventured. He looked to be in a killing mood. “Really, she is my sister, I promise.”
“Sister, got it.” Indecision plain, Dare eased back just a little but kept his gun on the man.
“Jett Sutter.” The stranger lay there, not really discomfited by the attack. “I know. Sounds like jet-setter. My folks are regular comedians.” He tilted his head to see Molly. Eyes so dark they looked black took her measure. His long, sinful lashes might have seemed effeminate on another man, but not on him. “I’m glad to see you’re okay, Molly.”
Molly blinked. “You know me?”
“Only from what Natalie has told me, which was all flattering but didn’t include associates with guns.”
His good humor left Molly gaping. He was a handsome man, and even flat on his back with a gun in his face he managed to appear competent.
“How do you know my sister?”
He looked Molly over in the blanket and cocked a brow. “Ask Natalie.”
Natalie turned three shades of red. “Oh, Molly, there’s so much we have to talk about.” And then, as if she forgot the men, she wailed, “I was so worried about you. Where the hell have you been?”
Molly almost lost her blanket when Natalie jerked her into a tight bear hug. She wanted to soothe her sister, she really did. But with the men on the floor…the timing was definitely off.
“I’m okay, Natalie. Really.” Over her sister’s shoulder, Molly saw Dare eyeing Jett.
He said low, “You might want to stop looking at her like that.”
The man actually grinned. “Right. Sorry. It’s not lascivious, I swear. I was just noting the similarities between the two of them.”
“Sure you were.” Dare leaned into him a little more. “What are you two doing here?”
Jett put one hand behind his head, rested the other on his chest and looked to be getting comfortable. “We just returned from a trip. I told Natalie that Molly was probably back by now. It’s the middle of the night, so she didn’t want to call, but she couldn’t stand waiting until the morning to check on her. So…” He shrugged as if to excuse Natalie’s misguided intention, and then, with caution, used the side of his hand to edge the gun away from his face. “She was going to peek in and make sure her sister was okay. That’s all.”
Dare didn’t like that one bit. “You’re shitting me. You two snuck in, and you were going to look at Molly in her bed—”
“I was only here to see to Natalie’s safety. She’d have done all the peeking on her own.”
With her hands on Molly’s bare shoulders, Natalie pushed her back the length of her arms. “Do you have any idea how damned scared I’ve been for you?”
Molly sighed and again adjusted her blanket. If she lost it, she’d die on the spot. “I called you earlier, but you didn’t answer.”
Aghast, Natalie blinked as if ready to cry. “When?”
Since she didn’t know what time it was, Molly couldn’t answer. “As soon as Dare and I got back to the apartment. I don’t know. Hours ago.”
“Oh, God, Molly. I’m sorry. I…” She looked at Jett. “We… He…”
“We hooked up,” Jett said with a smile. “Long past due. Anyway, your sister was focused on other things most recently, and she didn’t remember to keep her phone charged.” Now disregarding Dare’s gun, he sat up, propped his forearms on his jean-covered knees and acted as if he hadn’t just been assaulted. “The timing is off, but what the hell, right? We’re getting married.”
It was Molly’s turn to gape. “Married?”
Natalie bobbed her head, and tears swam in her eyes. “I love him.”
Jett smiled, too. “I hope you’ll forgive her for missing your call. She really has been worried nonstop.”
“Of course,” Molly said, still trying to process the idea of her very independent sister planning to wed a man that Molly had never met.
“Where were you?” Natalie demanded.
“Kidnapped,” Dare said, dropping that bombshell with great effect. “To Tijuana. By flesh smugglers.”
Molly couldn’t believe he’d just blurted it out like that.
Jett gave Dare a dirty look and pushed to his feet. Molly sensed that it wasn’t what Dare said as much as how he said it that Jett took exception to. He reached Natalie just as the tears started tracking down her face. “Oh, Molly…Tijuana?” Natalie covered her mouth, and then, with even more feeling, “Kidnapped?”
“Calm down, Natalie.” Molly couldn’t think of anything else to say. “I’m okay.”
“So she says, often.” Dare didn’t look at all happy with this turn of events. He closed the apartment door and locked it again.
“Who the hell are you?” Jett asked him. “Her bodyguard?”
