When You Dare
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Dare interrupted to say, “Morning is soon enough.”
“You taking your SUV or a rental?”
“Mine is fine.”
“Got it.” Chris couldn’t help but give in to a grin. It wasn’t that Dare showed much emotion; on the surface, he was the same cool cucumber. But Chris knew him better than that.
Probably better than anyone.
Sure, Dare and Trace were close. Alani, too. But as Dare’s personal assistant, Chris was involved in every aspect of Dare’s life. That gave him insights that the others wouldn’t be privy to.
And right now, he knew the biggest source of his boss’s temperament was a bad case of lust. Given the little lady had just gotten through an extended spell of abuse, with a very uncertain future ahead, Dare was too noble to act on that lust. Even though, Chris observed, Molly seemed to have her own wealth of feelings for Dare. It was there in the way she watched him, her body language when he was near.
But that could be gratitude as much as anything, which Dare had to realize, too. Dare had saved her, had slain her dragons, and he was now protecting her.
There was more than enough room for misconstrued emotions—on both ends.
Poor Dare, to find himself in such a complex romantic situation. It was going to be interesting to see how things rolled out.
Chris turned around on the desk stool. “Did you want me to clean up after you’re done in here?”
“I can do it,” Molly volunteered.
“Morning is soon enough for that, too.” Dare checked the veggies with a fork and decided they were steamed enough.
Since Chris didn’t care much for cleaning—immaculate conditions were Dare’s forte—he finished off his juice and put the glass in the dishwasher. “I left messages on your desk in the library, but did you maybe want them on your bedroom desk instead?”
“That’d be fine.”
“Some of them were from Trace. I think he’s hoping to somehow help with your…” He started to say complication, but when he glanced at Molly, he decided to censor the usual mockery and instead nodded toward her with his head. “With her.”
“I’ll touch base with Trace tomorrow, but he should really just concentrate on Alani right now.”
“True,” Chris said. “I’ll put an updated calendar in your room, too, although the next few weeks are pretty clear—”
“Dare?”
They both looked at Molly.
Chris noted her unease.
Dare must’ve, too, given how he gave her his full attention. “What is it?”
Hesitation had her fidgeting, but in the next breath she straightened her shoulders. “You said you don’t want me signing in to any of my online accounts.”
“No, I don’t.” He served up the meal on two plates. “We don’t yet know who wanted you taken, and I don’t know how smart or connected that person might be, but someone with a little computer experience could trail you here through your online activity.”
“I don’t think I know anyone with those types of skills.”
“You didn’t think you knew anyone who would have you shanghaied to Mexico, either, right?”
Expression tight, she said, “Which is why I’m happy to defer to your expertise.”
Chris stared at her with new respect. A lot of people quailed under Dare’s intense manner, but the way Molly said that was patronizing as hell.
No quailing for her.
“The thing is,” Molly continued, “I need something more respectable to wear, especially if we’re going to be four hours on the road. And it’s not a complaint, but it’s downright cold here in Kentucky, and in Ohio, too. I’ll need some warmer things.”
Dare looked over her casual clothes and agreed. “I suppose you do.”
“I think she looks comfortable,” Chris said. “Sort of sloppy-cute.”
“That’s because you have the fashion sense of a goat.”
Glad that he’d led Dare into that one, Chris said, “So you don’t think she’s cute?”
“Excuse me?” Molly looked at each of them with clear censure. “Do you think we could use your account to do some online shopping? I know my credit-card numbers and can charge it to myself but have it delivered here overnight. I don’t need much, because once we get to my apartment, I can grab my own things.”
“Shouldn’t be a problem,” Chris said before Dare could. “I’ll take care of it for you.”
“Oh, no.” Opposed to that idea, she shook her head. “You were ready to go to bed. Really, I can do it.”
But Chris was already back on the computer. “Do you have a favorite place to shop and an idea of what you want? We can get it done right now.”
Dare didn’t hide his exasperation. “I wanted to talk to her about her disgruntled readers.”
“I multitask, as you know. Once she tells me what she wants, I can take care of most of it.” He went back to the computer. “Where do you shop?”
Deflated and probably overwhelmed, Molly gave in and told him.
Dare set her plate and a tall glass of water in front of her. “Eat up. And be sure to stay hydrated.” Ever so briefly, he touched her cheek. “I know you feel better, but you aren’t fully recovered yet.”
She smiled, then inhaled the fragrance of real food. “It smells fantastic.”
“Told you he was a good cook,” Chris said, amused by that telling exchange. “Okay, got it. Where to first? Slacks, tops, dresses or jeans? I’d put an outfit together for you, but as Dare already told you, I’m a fashion disaster. So, what are you thinking?”