Savor the Danger
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Pensive, silent, Trace leaned against the wall.
Jackson stewed until he couldn’t hold it in. “And what the hell does Dare have to do with anything? He’s not even her damn brother.”
Eyes narrowing, Trace suffered him in silence.
With nothing more to do, and Trace being a bore, Jackson poured himself another cup of coffee.
He had just taken a sip when Trace said, “I assume you haven’t told her everything.”
What the hell could he tell her when he didn’t remember even a smidge of the night? “What’s that?”
Pushing away from the wall, Trace stood beside the chair Dare had vacated. “There are things about you, Jackson, added responsibilities that Alani’s unaware of. Or have you told her about Arizona?” Oh. That. Shit. “Not yet, no.”
“I didn’t think so.”
As always when discussing Arizona, heat crawled up his neck. Half under his breath, Jackson said, “Haven’t really had much chance for talking, not with you two hanging around, making her think the world is coming to an end.” And besides, what woman would understand about Arizona? He sure as hell didn’t want to shoot himself in the foot this early.
“If that’s your way of saying I’m overreacting, Alani is used to my idea of caution. She’d think something more was wrong if I acted any other way.”
Maybe he had a point. “If you say so.”
“Tell her about Arizona, or I will.”
That challenge couldn’t go unanswered. Jackson set the cup down with a clatter. “It’s my business, Trace.” And besides, Trace might think he knew everything about it, but he didn’t. Not by a long shot.
“When you’re sleeping with my sister, it becomes my business.”
Jackson locked his back teeth, but he’d never taken well to ultimatums. “Arizona has nothing to do with her.”
“If you care about her, then Arizona has plenty to do with her.” Trace crossed his arms over his chest and widened his stance. “And if you don’t care, then I’m telling you right now, leave her the hell alone.”
HEARING RAISED VOICES in the living room left Alani uneasy. She tried to rush back in, but Dare didn’t let her.
He caught one of her hands in both of his. “Relax, honey. They’re fine.”
Didn’t sound fine to her. She chewed her bottom lip. “I think they’re arguing.”
Dare shrugged. “So? They’re both reasonable enough. They won’t come to blows.”
If only she had his confidence. She knew that when it came to her, Trace could be more than unreasonable. “All right, but let’s make this quick.” She tried to give Dare her attention, when truthfully, she strained to hear what her brother and Jackson were saying.
“You know I think of you as a little sister.”
“Yes.” And she thought of him as another brother. Dare and Trace had known each other for a very long time. After the death of their parents, Dare had been there, helping them both to cope. He’d been there through all the most important steps in their lives.
She flinched at a particularly loud curse from Jackson.
Insistent on getting her attention, Dare brought her face around to his. “I’m sorry to do this, but Jackson is slammed, and Trace just isn’t himself, so it looks like it’s up to me.”
Given the seriousness of his tone, Alani almost groaned. “Do I really want to hear this?”
“I brought you out here because I didn’t want to embarrass you.”
“Too late for that, isn’t it?” Already her faux pas—sleeping with a drugged man unaware of his own actions—had been aired to the people closest to her. “All things considered, I don’t know how I could be any more embarrassed.”
Apologetic, Dare asked, “Did you guys use protection?”
Shock took her back a step. Obviously she hadn’t even seen the start of embarrassment yet.
Protection? She wanted to groan. “I…” Had they? That first time, yes. Her face heated as she remembered watching Jackson intently roll on a condom. But after that?
Dropping his head forward, Dare muttered to himself. “Don’t tell me. It’s none of my damn business. But with Jackson drugged, he might not have been thinking right.” His probing gaze held hers. “That’s the point of a roofie, you know. Complete lack of inhibition.”
“I see.” Putting a hand over her mouth, Alani racked her brain. Even after that first time, Jackson had remained insatiable, and they’d both been frenzied… She couldn’t specifically recall the use of condoms.
“I don’t suppose you’re on the pill?”
She shook her head. “No need.” And then she slapped a hand over her mouth, but it was too late. Dare had already absorbed that telling confession.
“Okay then.” Dare rubbed her shoulder. “Without asking for details, I’m guessing—under the right circumstances—you might have been a little too inexperienced to pay attention.”
“The right circumstances?”
He rubbed her shoulder some more. “Getting carried away and all that.”
Her cheeks burned. How could he so easily discuss things so private? Much more of this and she’d be permanently singed. “Things did happen sort of…fast.”
Dare’s mouth quirked. “Not something Jackson would want you to share, hon.”