Savor the Danger
Page 26

She fumed in silence for only a moment. “If any of you would stop to think, you’d realize that Jackson needs to go back to his apartment so whoever was approaching him can find him again.”
Astute as well as stubborn. Jackson chewed the side of his mouth. He put his hands on his hips and glared at her.
“You know I’m right.”
He opened his mouth to set her straight and said, “Maybe.”
His agreement stole some of her indignation. “Obviously you’ll be more careful about what you drink now. And…well…” Her gaze avoided his. “You probably shouldn’t sleep with any women since at this point, you don’t know who to trust.”
Ah, a little jealousy. He grinned. “I know I can trust you.”
Turning to Trace, her voice a little high, a little shrill, she said, “If he hides away with me, then whoever is responsible might just disappear and we’ll never know who was behind this, or what he wanted.”
Jackson looked at Dare and Trace. They looked back. Jackson saw the same surprise on their faces that he felt.
Alani had nailed it. Remove her from the equation, and he definitely would have set himself up as a target to draw out the bastard.
“You know it’s true,” Alani said. “And even if Jackson’s okay with not knowing, I refuse to live that way.”
“Sorry.” Trace crossed his arms over his chest. “Fact is, you are in the middle of this, so we’ll adjust.”
Stepping around Jackson, she appealed to her brother with a hand on his arm. “I’d rather know than wonder. Besides, you know the sooner we find out what’s going on, the safer I’ll be.”
Jackson hated to admit she was right, but…
“I have a suggestion,” Dare said, “if Alani will work with us a little on this.”
“How so?”
“Let Jackson play watchdog for the night. That means the two of you staying here until Trace and I can scope out his place. If it’s all good to go, then he can head there tomorrow or the next day.”
Jackson studied her. As soon as possible, they’d settle a few things—like how the relationship would work…if they had a relationship. He still wasn’t sure about that. “She can be reasonable.”
Alani lifted her chin. “Certainly, I can. But that doesn’t mean—”
“Yeah, it does.” He would not give on this point.
Dare continued as if the interruption hadn’t happened. “As to that, if folks see the two of you together and know that Alani isn’t alone, it might discourage anyone from targeting her.”
“Or make her a target,” Jackson said, grim at the prospect.
Trace shook his head. “No one can get past you—”
Jackson appreciated the confidence, since Alani didn’t seem to share it.
“—and since we don’t want to alert anyone that we’re on to them, the ruse of a relationship between the two of you will work as well as anything else.”
Alani licked her lips. “Anyone paying attention will think Jackson is sticking close because we’re involved, not because he’s a protector.”
“Exactly.”
“When we go back to his place, you’ll make sure he’s kept safe?” Alani wanted to know. Jackson said, “Woman…”
His tone didn’t faze her. “You’ll be the one under attack if any of this backfires.”
“We’ll be vigilant babysitters,” Trace promised her, cutting short Jackson’s retort.
Jackson knew they’d be needling him for a year over Alani’s misplaced concern. “I can take care of myself, damn it.”
Dare grinned. “I think she’s more worried about a woman getting to you than anything else.”
Alani looked like she might strangle Dare, but he just laughed at her.
Well now, that was different.
“’S that right, sugar?” Jackson took in the telltale jealousy in her bright eyes. “You feeling possessive?”
This time he was ready for her when she shoved past him on her way to the door. He didn’t stumble a single inch.
“Now that that’s settled.” Alani grasped the doorknob and looked back in expectation for Dare and Trace to follow. “Well?”
Trace turned to Dare, who let out a long sigh. “Yeah, sure, why not? I’ll be a distraction.” Dare went to Alani while Trace went to Jackson.
Alani tried to protest, but Dare still managed to catch her slapping hands. “Let’s take a breath of fresh air. You look like you could use it.”
Jackson watched as Dare practically carried her outside. She must’ve been used to the high-handed treatment, given that she allowed it to happen.
For some reason she glanced back at Jackson as if he was somehow responsible.
Expression hard, Trace leaned in close to Jackson. “No private visitors.”
“I know.” Already his heart thumped with anticipation. Very soon now he’d have her alone. “I’ll play doorman in case anyone does come calling on her.”
“No unmonitored phone calls, either.”
“I know.” It seemed he’d suffered a combustible cocktail of emotions all day—lust, need, curiosity and tenderness… “I’ll vet any and all calls.”
“If you two decide to go out for anything, make sure—”
“Damn, man.” Jackson shifted his stance. “You think this is my first rodeo?”