Savor the Danger
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“—Alani in bed with me.”
A collective breath-holding took place. Hell, he could almost hear heartbeats, it got so damn quiet. Jackson looked at Dare and then Trace.
Giving Alani a slight hug, he said, “Thing is, I have no recollection at all of getting her there.”
Beyond their slack-jawed surprise, neither Dare nor Trace reacted.
Jackson shrugged. “For a few hours this morning I was sick as hell, seeing double, light-headed, weak.”
Alani looked guilty, probably because she’d stormed out on him. But he understood her reaction. Always, whenever he’d considered getting her under him, he’d thought in terms of gentleness, easing her into things, showing deference to her lack of experience and the trauma of her past.
Had he been gentle with her? God, he hoped so, because her proverbial “morning after” sure had sucked. It’d been memorable—for being so awful.
Jackson hugged her again. Of course Dare and Trace both noticed.
“All I can think is that someone drugged me, but I don’t know who would do that, or how or why. Far as I can remember, I spent the day working on my house.” The place was livable but far from complete, so he preferred to stay in his current residence still. His plan had been to get Alani involved, using her expertise as a professional decorator. Whether she’d accepted it or not, he knew the sexual spark was there between them, and time together, alone, would only work in his favor.
But now…hell, he could maybe use the plan to soften her up after whatever had transpired yesterday.
“You see anyone while you were working?”
Jackson shook his head. “Not that I can remember.”
Silence reigned.
Since Alani burned with embarrassment and Trace looked lethal, Dare took over.
“If you were drugged, it could’ve been Rohypnol. Easy enough to slip that into a drink. It’s a sedative, so it could make you sick, and it can cause that amnesiatic effect.”
Jackson’s brain throbbed even more. “A date-rape drug? Seriously?”
Alani panicked. “We need to take him to the hospital!”
“No.” Jackson held her when she started to stand. He had no intention of getting on anyone’s radar. When he found out who had done this, he’d handle it himself, without the interference of local officials.
“Don’t be an idiot,” Alani told him with venom.
“Too late,” Trace said.
Jackson ignored the insult. He got where Trace was coming from. Alani’s brother didn’t like being blindsided with the idea that his baby sister was in a sexual relationship. Understandable.
Jackson only wished he could remember the sexual relationship.
Again, Dare interceded. “I’m not sure the hospital would do him much good, hon. Urine screens don’t look for Rohypnol. A blood test would be better but usually hospital labs don’t have the equipment to screen for it, so it’d have to be a send-out—and that takes time.”
“And by then, I’ll be fine,” Jackson told her. He ran his hands up and down her arms, hoping to reassure her. “I’m already feeling better, in fact.” A lot better, given how she’d kissed him, how quickly she’d melted once he got his mouth on hers.
Soon as he could get rid of Dare and Trace, he’d show her how great he felt.
Course, he needed to get it together. He absolutely couldn’t continue the hot and heavy relentless pursuit. Alani could take it as a lack of respect, maybe think he only wanted one thing from her, when in fact, he wasn’t sure how much he wanted.
Sex, definitely. Conversation, sure. He wanted to protect her, and he wanted her to trust him. What all that meant, he couldn’t say. He refused to jump the gun and mire himself in emotional restraints.
Once he had her, he’d be able to regroup and become a gentleman again. Maybe. With the way she pushed all his buttons, he couldn’t be sure—
Alani fretted. “I don’t know…”
“If we’re assuming he was given a roofie, then he can ride it out,” Dare told her.
“Well…” She looked at Jackson again, full of soft concern and maybe even caring. “Okay.”
Trace shook his head in disgust. “It wasn’t really up to you, Alani.”
No, it wasn’t. Never would Jackson let a woman dictate to him. It wasn’t in his nature. But to soften that reality, he said, “Trust me, Alani, I’m okay.”
Her censuring gaze swept the room. “As if any of you would admit to needing help.”
Dare took that as her agreement. “Great, then that’s settled. Now on to the rest.” He gave Alani a pointed look. “You spent the night with him?”
Her chin went up. “Yes.”
“What time did you get to his place?”
At the no-nonsense questioning and lack of condemnation—at least from Dare—she calmed a little. “Around dinnertime yesterday.”
“He was okay when you got there?”
“He was…” She glanced at Jackson, lifted a shoulder. “I suppose so. That is, he seemed a little off, but still—”
Trace suddenly lost it. With disbelief, he said, “Jackson, Alani? Really?”
She shouted right back, “Yes, really.”
“Without a single date? Without a damn clue? Or is that something you’ve kept from me?”
“No!” Then she flushed and cast a harassed look at Jackson. “That is…”