When You Dare
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Dare raised a brow. He had no argument against hot sex, with or without love. Again, he brought her back to the point. “How about your sister? You said she reads your books just because you’re related. But how do the two of you get along otherwise? Did she like Adrian?”
Molly went quiet for a moment. “My sister… Well, Natalie and I are pretty close. She’s only three years younger than me, and through high school and college we hung out together. She’s not just my sister but my best friend, too. As my best friend, she doesn’t think anyone is good enough for me, but she especially didn’t like Adrian. Actually, she pegged him from jump. He was a gold digger, a user and a bully.”
Dare liked her sister already. “So we can rule out Natalie?”
Molly smirked. “She’d go after anyone who even spoke an unkind word to me.”
“Including your father?” Dare was relieved to see the tension leaving her by small degrees. Her inner strength and composure astounded him. There were no tears, no dwelling on what might have happened. She understood the urgency of the situation, but she didn’t fall apart over it.
“Dad butts heads with both of us on a regular basis. It’s pretty much what our relationship is all about—strife, contempt and strained politeness. If it wasn’t for Kathi, I don’t know how often Natalie or I would even see him.”
“So Kathi is the glue?”
“Pretty much. She’s forever inviting us all over together, hoping against hope that somehow my dad will move beyond his rigid censure of us. I think she’s motivated by appearances, mostly. You know, it looks better if Dad’s daughters actually like him and enjoy his company.” Her smile went flat. “But at least she tries.”
Could her father be responsible for her abduction? “You said he’s well-to-do.”
“Bishop Alexander is an extremely successful businessman. He inherited his father’s corporation, which was thriving to begin with, but he’s grown it ten times over.”
“Meaning he has enough money to arrange and finance your kidnapping?”
The idea stalled her. “Money, means and a cold enough heart. But…” She looked at Dare. “I can’t imagine him doing that. We’ve had our ups and downs, but my dad just isn’t the type to dirty himself with something so sordid and illegal.”
Dare knew that the most unlikely people often did things that those closest to them could never fathom.
Molly stared down at her hands, struggling with the idea of what had happened. Finally she said, “The thing is, I can’t imagine anyone who is the type. Until this happened, I didn’t know that anyone disliked me that much.”
They were almost to the airstrip, a little ahead of schedule. Dare didn’t want her to get upset all over again. “One more question.”
“What?”
“If you and your sister are so close, she must know you’re gone, and she must be worried.” Molly stiffened a little, but Dare couldn’t back down. “So, Molly, tell me. Why didn’t you want to call her after you knew you were safe?”
CHAPTER FIVE
MOLLY STARED IN wonder as Dare led her to the small private plane. The wind on the airstrip blew her hair into her face, making her stumble over a step. Dare caught her elbow in a firmer grip and kept her upright.
He had a lot of questions, but she didn’t have that many answers.
Luckily he’d received a call that had lasted right until he was ready to drop off the rented van. She thought it might have been Chris again, and the call had left her mired in confusion.
Dare spoke to Chris with familiarity, affection and ease—proof that they shared a definite closeness. Maybe even…intimacy.
If Chris was a girlfriend, then why would Dare have kissed her? He didn’t strike her as a user, as a man who would cheat. He was far too protective to be deliberately hurtful to anyone he cared about.
It was possible she was making too much of the kiss. He’d wanted to snap her out of her shock, and…the kiss had certainly done the trick, and then some.
After turning in the van, Dare gave her enough time to go into the ladies’ room to change into her new clothes. While there, she’d cleaned the blood off her knees and elbows and tidied her hair. If she thought of how those men had tried to get her, it made her ill.
She never, ever wanted to be at someone else’s mercy again. Not like that. She couldn’t bear it.
But Dare had saved her, and now, Chris or no Chris, it sounded like he planned to protect her. She drew a calming breath and reminded herself to take it one step at a time. It was the only way she could hold it together.
As soon as she’d emerged in the clothes that mostly fit and were much more comfortable, Dare began hustling her to the plane.
Remembering her mother’s death left her aching with fresh hurt. Thinking of her father’s disapproval always filled her with burning resentment. And yes, Natalie would be frantic, a fact Molly hated.
But someone had put her through hell, and she had to concentrate on that, and only that. She didn’t know who to trust—except for Dare.
He’d kissed her. What did it mean?
When one pilot came out to greet Dare with a healthy dose of deference, Molly realized that Dare must be affluent. How else could he afford to pay for a spur-of-the-moment charter flight from one side of the country to the other?
Or…did he expect her to pay for it? Would this be added to her expenses?