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ОглавлениеJUSTICE’S LIGHT TAP on the door stirred Catalina awake by slow degrees. She nestled closer and went still again. A second later she yawned and turned away from Leese. Her eyes opened, blinked heavily up at the ceiling, then closed again.
As she stretched, Leese dodged an elbow. “Easy now.”
Jerking her head around, she stared at him.
He watched the awareness creep into her slumberous eyes and suddenly she bolted upright. The blankets fell away and he saw her body in the dim room. Nice.
“It’s Justice,” he said. “Time for us to rise and shine.”
After turning to stare blankly toward the door, she gave her attention back to him and her eyes further widened at his naked chest.
Heat crept up her cheeks.
Smiling, Leese reached past her to the end table for his phone. He sent Justice a text: Five minutes—with coffee?
He got back an affirmative. Sure thing.
“Coffee in five,” he told Cat.
She swallowed loudly, and blurted, “I don’t remember anything!”
A grin fought to take over. She looked a little wild at the moment, and sweeter because of it. Catalina Nicholson, he surmised, was used to being in charge. Instead, with him, she’d let down her guard.
At least a little.
“Nothing to remember.” Did she think he’d taken advantage of her through the night—and that she’d slept through it? “We both got the rest we needed, that’s all.”
“But usually I’m a light sleeper. I’ve had to be.”
That bothered him.
“I remember you telling me to sleep, and then...nothing.”
He pushed halfway up to his elbows. “You were exhausted.”
“And you’re a stranger.” Using both hands she pushed back her hair and continued looking at his body. “I’m losing it.”
Though he hadn’t realized it last night, she’d come to bed in cotton sleep shorts and a T-shirt. The important parts were covered, but a lot of skin showed: her arms, her thighs... Seeing her now, Leese was grateful he hadn’t had that image to add to his torment through the night.
The cool morning air had stiffened her nipples, now pressing against the stretchy material of the shirt. Small breasts, but that only added to the delicate look of her.
A deception, because he had a feeling that once you got beyond the physical, Catalina Nicholson was made of pure steel.
Catching the direction of his gaze, she folded her arms around herself. “These are the only pajamas I have.”
“Yeah?”
With irony, she said, “I had to pack light when I left.”
Mostly, he assumed, because she’d left under troubled circumstances.
The reality of that niggled at his brain, but with her currently in such a pretty pose—her wild hair, her eyes puffy and expression slumberous, the flush on her skin—he had a hard time concentrating on reality. When she’d come to him in the hush of quiet and the dark of the night, he’d focused mostly on her uncertainty.
Now, not so much, and morning wood became a very real possibility.
Testing his resolve, Leese tucked one side of her silky hair behind her ear. “Justice won’t be long. Did you want to freshen up before he gets here?”
She turned her cheek into his palm. “Yes.”
That single word, breathed so softly, sounded like agreement—or permission.
His jaw tightened and his body heated. “I’m not a saint, Cat.”
She opened her eyes wide. “What does that mean?”
Stern, he held her gaze. “It means you’re unwisely tempting me. We haven’t even gotten to a measure of honesty yet, but you’re giving off a pretty strong vibe.”
Her eyes flared more. “A ‘let’s have sex’ vibe?” Her mouth twitched. “Is that what you mean?”
Teasing? The woman had no idea of how she affected him. Deciding to clue her in, Leese caught her upper arms and swiftly turned her to her back. Looming over her, he gazed at her mouth. “Yeah.” He badly wanted to taste her. “That’s exactly what I mean.”
“You do tempt me,” she whispered, her smile in place. “I didn’t realize it was mutual though.”
“Now you do.” And maybe she’d be more circumspect.
“Because I’m convenient?” she asked. “Or somewhat—” her expression pinched “—desperate?”
The uncertainty twisted his guts. He glanced at her mouth. “Because you’re hot.”
Her teeth bit into her bottom lip. “You really think so?”
Intuitively knowing she needed to hear it, he shared his thoughts. It wasn’t in the best interest of his sanity, but he liked seeing her blush.
He especially liked the way she looked at him.
“You, lady, are sexiness in a very small, sweet package.”
“Usually I’m told I’m too thin.”
Leese slowly shook his head. “You have the right look and the right attitude to push all my buttons.”
Gifting him with that cocky smile he admired, she opened her hands on his chest. “Mmm. I think I like that.”
“What?”
“Pushing your buttons.” Her fingers trailed up to his shoulders, then around his neck.
Leese started to lean down when Justice knocked again.
Cat froze, then panicked. “Oh my God. That’s Justice, right? I forgot all about him!” She pushed against Leese, trying to slide free.
He wanted to groan.
In truth, he should thank Justice for keeping him from doing anything insane. “Shh. Take it easy.” He rolled to the side of her and watched her shoot off the bed, then make a mad dash around to the bedroom.
Her ass looked really nice as she did so.
After scrubbing both hands over his face, Leese forced himself from the bed and went to the door. He peeked out first.
Justice stood there holding a tray with coffee and a basket of Danish pastries. Time to get the day started.
Past time to work through the puzzle of the current case: Catalina Nicholson.
* * *
CAT COULDN’T LOOK at him. She felt ridiculous.
And pretty wonderful.
She wanted him. And that worried her.
Moving on would be for the best. But where? And how?
And damn it, she didn’t want to go. She wanted to snuggle up with him again. She wanted the unaccountable peace of mind he afforded her. Why he afforded it, she had no idea.
This morning, crowds filled the lobby and she realized what she hadn’t last night: she looked terrible. In the nice hotel, most were dressed in expensive coats and leather boots, their hair salon-styled, their manners impeccable.
Standing to her right, Justice again hauled her big, broken suitcase and that made them stand out like a sore thumb. Not because of the guys, but because of her.
At her other side, Leese took her arm, drawing more than a few probing stares. “Ready?”
Did he touch her so she wouldn’t feel so out of place? Probably. She wouldn’t put much past him.
Or maybe the crowds made him as nervous as they made her. She could practically feel people watching, but with menace, disdain for her downtrodden appearance or curiosity given her man-candy bookends?
Maybe he thought she’d run if he didn’t hold on to her.
Or maybe he felt the same remainder of simmering intimacy that kept her too warm. She’d slept with him—and loved it.
“Cat?”
She realized both Leese and Justice watched her. With a subdued nod, she allowed them to lead her outside.
Crisp, cold air filled the parking garage, undisturbed by the morning sunshine. She’d left her hair down to help keep her ears warm, and dressed in a bulky sweater over a long-sleeved T-shirt, jeans, thick socks and the trusted boots.
Still she shivered.
Of course Leese noticed. “Start the car,” he told Justice. “I’ll put the luggage away.”
“You riding in back again?”
Leese gave her a long, level look. “Yeah.”
Shoving her hands in the pockets of her coat and ducking her face, Cat said, “You don’t have to babysit me. I’m not going anywhere.” Probably.
“We have to talk, remember?” He brought up her chin. “That’ll be easier to do if I’m sitting with you.”
Insane that his fingers were warm despite the cold. “Suit yourself.”
“I think I will.”
The nice Lexus SUV hummed to life and a second later the rear door opened, apparently from a button Justice had pushed. Leese opened a back door for her, waited until she’d gotten in, then went back to lift in the luggage.
Stewing, Cat wondered what to tell him, how much she should trust him, until she heard approaching footsteps. Even before she looked, she knew. Her heart went into her throat. “Oh no,” she whispered.
“Hello, Cat.”
Smothered in the grip of dread, she looked up and into the face of Tesh Coleman. Of course he had two muscle men in tow.
The urge to run spiked her pulse just as Leese closed the back hatch and then her door. He stood there, blocking her view, his body between her and the three men.
She looked at the opposite door, gauging her chances of getting out as the automatic locks on the door clicked into place. Justice, one brawny arm along the back of the seat, stared out the side window at the men. “Don’t be hasty,” he told her.
Oh God, was he in on it? Was Leese?
Before that fear could fully take hold, Leese said, “That’s close enough.”
Given the quiet in the garage, Cat could hear every word. Hastily, she moved left and right, trying to find an angle so she could also see what was happening.
“Friends of yours?” Justice asked.
She punched him in the arm and snapped, “No.”
“Then don’t distract Leese.”
Her heart maintained a wild drumbeat. “I have to see.”
He hesitated, then moved his arm, making it easier for her to lean forward and look out the passenger window.
Tesh’s black eyes immediately locked on to her and he slowly smiled. The fact that he looked so pleased to see her only amplified her terror, making it impossible to swallow, almost impossible to breathe.
He was as big as Justice, dark, menacing.
Dangerous.
“I have to go,” she whispered.
As if her life didn’t hang in the balance, Justice said, “Nope.”
She had to try. “Leese said I didn’t have to stay—”
“Yeah, well, for the moment, staying put is the way to go.”
The awful silence outside the car left her shaking. The men stared at each other, Leese relaxed, waiting, Tesh and his two cronies quietly appraising.
Finally Tesh pulled off a stocking cap and ran a hand over his clean-shaven head. Almost with apology, he said, “I need the girl.”
“No.”
“I work for her father.” Slowly, making sure Leese knew he didn’t go for a gun, Tesh opened his coat and withdrew credentials.
Leese didn’t bother looking. “Doesn’t matter who you work for. You’re not touching her.”
Cat’s spine turned into a noodle. Doesn’t matter. Leese wouldn’t hand her over?
Tesh scrutinized him, then gave it another shot. “Look, I understand your position. I really do. The thing is, her father hired me and I need to—”
“You’re wasting my time.”
Scowling now, an ugly, fearsome sight, Tesh took a step closer. He spoke low in an obnoxious man-to-man way. “There’s no need for violence. I’m only going to take her back to her father, where she belongs.”
“Actually,” Leese said, his arms loose, his posture absurdly relaxed, “you’re not taking her anywhere.”
Nostrils flaring, Tesh jerked out a cell phone. “You can call Mr. Nicholson.”
“Why would I bother? I don’t work for him.”
“The hell you don’t! Who do you think hired your agency?”
Leese shrugged. “I wasn’t told. My job is to keep her safe and that’s what I’ll do.”
“From her father? Get real, man.” And then, more gently, Tesh promised, “You don’t want to do this.”
Cat covered her mouth. She couldn’t let Leese get hurt. She had to—
Justice nudged her. “You’re being a silly girl. Stop it.”
She was about to blast him when Tesh threw a sucker punch, making her jump with a startled screech.
Leese ducked, Tesh’s fist hit the car and then somehow—it was all a fast blur—Tesh was on the ground with Leese standing over him.
There wasn’t enough oxygen in the car to feed her starved lungs. Hands and nose pressed to the glass, Cat watched as Leese decided Tesh was done, then put his full focus on the other two men, beckoning them forward.
They didn’t take the bait, choosing to wait for instructions from Tesh.
Leese showed his annoyance. “You walk away or not. Doesn’t much matter to me. Either way, you’re not touching her.”
Appearing surprised, still flat on his back, Tesh touched his nose and stared at the blood on his fingers. Smirking, he sat up and dug a handkerchief from his pocket.
Who carried a hankie anymore? Tesh wasn’t that old, maybe early fifties. And the man was definitely in his prime. If he wasn’t so corrupt, she might have even called him handsome.
But her perception of his looks had been skewed for a very long time, starting with the first time he’d looked her over in such an inappropriate way, and reinforced when he began referring to her as Kitten instead of Cat. She saw him only as an imposing terror—a very real menace...to her and to others.
With his gaze cutting her way, Tesh told Leese, “This isn’t your fight.”
“I have a job to do.”
That regained his attention. “That’s all she is to you? A job?”
Leese chose not to answer, which even Cat thought was sort of an indictment of his determination. He offered silent confirmation that her relationship with him, or lack thereof, didn’t factor in. Either way, he’d protect her.
He’d said so, and for the first time in so very, very long, she felt a hint of promise, as if she could finally believe in someone. Tears stung her eyes and burned her throat, making Justice grouse.
“Don’t get all mushy.”
“No.” She shook her head as the tears leaked out. “I won’t.”
He sighed. “When Leese is ready to get in, be sure you scooch over real quick and make room for him, okay? I don’t want to waste any time peeling out of here.”
Nodding, she wiped a wrist across each cheek and kept watch. “Should you help him?”
“Do what? He has it in hand.” Justice patted her shoulder, and with the size of his hands it felt more like an assault. “Besides, if I so much as stick my big toe outta this car, he’d annihilate me.” Bragging, Justice added, “I’m supposed to be your protection in case anything happens to him.”
Dear God. Her heart crawled right back into her throat with choking uneasiness. “If you think that’s possible—”
“I don’t.”
Finally Tesh came to his feet. He meticulously folded the hankie and tucked it away, and with every heartbeat Cat expected him or one of his bullies to pull a deadly weapon. She knew Tesh carried not only a gun but various devices all meant to bring about compliance.
In some ways, she feared him the most.
In other ways, she knew he was a mere tool, bought and paid for.
“You’re fast,” Tesh said, his tone amused. “Trained?”
With no inflection at all, Leese said, “Yes.”
Tesh smoothed the hat back over his head. “And you’re good?”
“I get by.”
Eyes narrowing, Tesh said, “Now I know, and you can believe I won’t forget.” A chilling smile slid across his face. “Next time I’ll be better prepared.”
A promise, a threat.
Cat pressed a fist to her chest to contain her aching heart. Tesh would come after her again, but he would no longer physically engage. Instead he’d trap them, plan a sneak attack, maybe even shoot Leese from a distance. He wanted to take her back to her father, but to do that, he’d have to eliminate Leese first.
How could she be responsible for that?
The gravity of the danger didn’t seem to bother Leese. He stood there, so casual he might have been bored, until Tesh and the others retreated around the corner of the parking lot.
The second Leese opened the door, Cat made room for him. On her knees, she scampered over, then faced him and reached for his arm. She had to explain, had to make him understand. “Leese...”
“Buckle up.” To Justice, he said, “Drive.”
“My thought exactly.” Already backing out of the parking space, Justice left the lot with enough speed to make her grab the seat for balance.
Cold from the inside out, she stared at Leese.
For the most part, he ignored her as he surveyed the area, his gaze sharp, his jaw locked.
As soon as he pulled onto the road, Justice asked, “Where to?”
“Right there.” Leese pointed at the shopping center entrance almost directly across from the hotel. “Pull in to the side lot, but circle around to face the road. If I can see which car is theirs, that’d be helpful.”
“Leese...” she said again, desperation clawing through her. She needed him to know what he was getting into. Yes, having help, any type of backup, would be amazing. But it would also put him in the crosshairs of so much danger.
Acknowledging her only with a hand on her thigh, he gave Justice instructions. “Go through there. Stay back though. You can use that truck to help conceal us. Yeah, right here. Good. Keep it in gear, your foot on the brake.”
“I’m ready,” Justice said, sounding anxious for a chase.
Her heart thumped painfully. She tried to make her voice strong, but it emerged a thin whisper. “You have to let me go.”
Ignoring that, Leese gently pushed her back in her seat. “Sit back. I need you to put on your seat belt.” He did that for her while also watching the road and occasionally checking their surroundings. “There.” He leaned forward. “That’s them.” As if committing them to memory, he recited the plates out loud.
Justice used his phone to zoom in for a picture. “Got it.” One hand on the wheel, he thumbed through some screens and texted the photo to Leese. “Do we follow?”
“No. Opposite direction. Go out the back of the lot.”
She needed a way to dissuade him. Cat racked her brain, but nothing felt adequate to convey the level of trouble she would bring on him. “Leese, you have to listen to me.”
He patted her. “Try not to worry.”
Okay, that stole some of the numb fear and instead turned it into annoyance. “This is a mistake.”
Turning a corner, Justice said to Leese, “Maybe she wants to nap again.”
Of all the idiot... “No, I don’t.”
“Okay, okay,” Justice soothed. “Don’t get riled.”
Eyes narrowing, Cat thought about telling him off. But truthfully, she didn’t want to distract either of them, so she compressed her lips and stayed silent.
They drove down a few side streets, then left the commercial area for a residential neighborhood before finding another main road.
Leese kept vigil out the rear window for what felt like forever before he marginally relaxed. “We need to switch cars.”
“You think they’ll follow?” Justice asked.
“They obviously already did, that’s how they knew we were at the hotel.” Leese removed his cell from a clip on his belt. “They were waiting for us, so they might’ve tagged this car too. Who knows?”
Worse and worse, Cat thought. “Tagged, as in...”
“Put something on it to make it easier to track us,” Justice explained. Then to Leese, he asked, “You really think so? That’s a lot of expense and trouble, right?”
“I’m not sure cost is factoring in.” Leese’s gaze skipped to Cat. “But we can get filled in more on that in a minute.”
Cat could do no more than stare in wonder. “You know they’ll keep coming after me.”
He thumbed in a speed dial number, then put the phone to his ear. “That’s the one thing I do know.”
“You also know my stepfather hired you.”
“Stepfather? No, that’s news to me.” He lifted a finger when she started to speak again, then said into the phone, “I need to see Sahara. Yeah, today.” He glanced at a thick watch on his wrist. “Two hours, give or take. Tell her I’m bringing a guest. Yeah.”
Several times Justice sent her looks of sympathy in the rearview mirror.
Because of this Sahara person? Who was she and what did it mean to visit her?
While Leese finished his call, she curled into the seat, her arms around herself as a pervasive cold stiffened her bones and made her stomach cramp.
“Sounds good, we’ll be there.” Leese disconnected the call. “Head to Cincinnati. We’ll switch up there.”
“Switch up cars?” Justice asked.
“Yeah.”
Clearly impressed by that, Justice clarified, “I’m sticking with you?”
“For now.”
That obviously pleased him. “Got it.”
“Turn up the heat a little too, will you? Cat’s chilled.”
A near-hysterical laugh bubbled up. Chilled? She was far, far beyond chilled.
If Tesh had his way, she could end up... No. She wouldn’t think about that yet. She had to believe she still had a chance.
Worried, scared and, yes, still annoyed, she looked at Leese. “You led them to me.”
“Seems so.” Leese stripped off his coat and tucked it around her. “But now I’m going to ensure they don’t get you.” He lifted her chin. “You need to believe that.”
Oh, how she wanted to, but drumming up enthusiasm for the possibility wasn’t easy.
Leese stared into her eyes, brushed his thumb over her cheek, then shocked her silly by leaning down and putting his mouth to hers.
A rush of scalding heat chased off every shiver.
From the front seat, Justice let out a long, low whistle.
As he often did, Leese ignored his friend and current cobodyguard. Ending the kiss, he took in Cat’s expression and smiled. “Better.”
“Better?” she squeaked.
“You look a little less fatalistic.” His gaze moved over her face, her lips, her throat, before returning to her eyes. “While I have your attention, how about you explain what’s going on?”
Not like she had much choice now. Had he only kissed her to shock her out of her fear?
Apparently so, damn him. And it had worked—a little. But she couldn’t explain anything while looking at him; he affected her too much.
Slumping into the seat, her cheek resting against the cool glass of the window as she gazed out at the street, she lifted one shoulder and hit him with the truth. “I’m sorry, Leese, but you’re a dupe.”
* * *
HAVING ALREADY SURMISED THAT, Leese didn’t overly react. He needed answers, and staying calm was always the easiest way to get them. “I figured as much. But how about you explain the details?”
“Webb Nicholson—”
“Your dad.”
“My stepfather,” she corrected sharply. “I was five when he married my mom.”
Interesting reaction. “Go on.”
She hesitated, emotionally withdrawing. “I don’t know.”
“Cat,” he said gently. “You know plenty.”
In quick protest, she said, “Honestly, I don’t. I mean, I have my suspicions.”
“Fine. Let’s start with those.”
She shook her head. “I also have my doubts.”
“About me?”
She slanted a suspicious look his way. “Anyone can be bought.”
Not true, but convincing her of it wouldn’t be easy. “You still think I’m working against you?”
“I think it’s very easy for someone to confuse what is right and what is wrong, depending on what they’ve heard, who they heard it from, what they’re getting paid and who’s paying them. Few things are ever black-and-white.”
“Okay, let’s start with that. I haven’t heard jack shit. Your father contacted our agency and apparently said he wanted you protected. The agency assigned me. Period. The initial specifics I got from the owner and operator of the agency are that you come from wealth and you’re out on your own. That concerned your father.”
She snorted, then repeated stubbornly, “Stepfather.”
“Stepfather,” he conceded. “Through some research, I learned more about you. Recent stuff only, like your current job, hobbies, friends...that sort of thing.” Clearly he hadn’t dug that deep or he’d have known Webb Nicholson wasn’t her biological father. But given it wasn’t widely shared knowledge, he would have guessed they were close, that she considered Webb her father and he thought of her as a daughter.
“How would you know my friends?”
“Social media is always a start.” And since he hadn’t learned anything all that useful, he saw no reason to go into the specifics of how he’d been drawn to her even then. Her Facebook page had been left blank for more than a month, but prior to that, the things she’d shared and the comments she’d made were all humorous, optimistic, or inspiring. Nothing too deep or personal. Catalina Nicholson was not a woman who shared her life online.
She’d posted a few photos, mostly of artwork done by her students, or projects she’d organized for her community. Pics of her with friends, not family, and most of those settings were afternoon lunches with her girlfriends, movies, or casual dinners.
Not a single nightclub photo to be seen.
No dates with guys.
“So you completely snooped into my life?”
“As much as I could given the skills I have.” When she looked disgruntled, he decided it was a good time to move on. “No one mentioned any specific threats to me. My assignment was just to ensure your safety. Not to take you to anyone.”
“That’s why you didn’t hand me over to Tesh?”
Ah, so she definitely knew the creep from the parking lot. Interesting. “I’m not handing you over to anyone. That’s not my job. If you want to go with someone, I’ll follow. If you don’t want to go—”
“I definitely didn’t!”
“—then I won’t let it happen.”
They stared at each other until Cat again turned away. Unfortunately, dismissing him wasn’t a luxury she currently had.
“I never met your stepfather. I only know he paid enough that I could stick by your side for more than a month.” Leese watched her profile and saw her brows pinch together in obvious confusion. “What?”
Cat chewed over her thoughts before asking, “He paid up front?”
“Yes.” Leese didn’t know if it had occurred to her yet, but given she appeared to distrust the man, maybe he’d been buying his own alibi. Who could accuse him of wrongdoing when he was the very person who’d paid to ensure her safety?
Then again, Tesh—he needed to learn more about that man—had flat-out said he would take her to her father, and she hadn’t appeared to disbelieve that part.
Which maybe meant he and Justice would have been removed as witnesses.
“He’s used you to find me.”
Certainly seemed that way to Leese, but that only opened up more questions. Wondering how much she’d understand, and what she would share, Leese said, “Why not just hire a private investigator to do that? Why hire a bodyguard?”
She turned her head and dissected him with a long look. “The thing is, I’ve gotten good at figuring out who is who. I recognize his men real fast.”
“And you dodge them?”
Instead of answering, she said, “But you? You looked different to me. I didn’t think you were one of them.”
“I’m not.” Unable to help himself, he asked, “Different how? Not threatening?”
Her mouth curled. “Oh, you look threatening all right.” She sighed. “Just not toward me. Somehow I figured you were there to help, like... I don’t know. A Good Samaritan or something.”
Was he really so obvious? “Got all that in a glance when we first met, huh?”
She paid no attention to his humor. “People discount their instincts all the time. But not me. When my senses scream run, I run.”
“Into people,” Justice said.
“You snuck up on me!”
Justice grinned. “Honey, I’m nearly six and a half feet tall. I don’t sneak up on anyone.”
Peeved, she scrunched her brows. “Okay, so maybe I was distracted.”
“With fear,” Leese said gently. “Of me.” But first she’d trusted him, so he’d hold on to that.
Now that the heat of the car had warmed her, she gave him back his coat, opened her own and pulled off her gloves. “You seemed one way, but then another when I realized you were working for Webb.”
Despite all they needed to discuss, her understated curves and delicate bone structure drew his gaze. He’d always enjoyed shapelier women, but somehow, with Catalina, he couldn’t imagine anything more perfect than her petite little body. Whatever she lacked in size she made up for with backbone—and wasn’t that just about as sexy as it could get? Leese pulled together his fractured patience. “I already explained—”
“Yeah, yeah. No one hired you directly.” She tucked back her fawn-colored hair and gave him the full force of those expressive blue eyes, currently filled with worry. “But don’t you see? Until you came along, I knew who to avoid. I knew what they looked like, how they acted.” She gave him a frown of pity. “Now I’m not the only one in trouble.”
“What exactly do you think Mr. Nicholson plans to do?”
On a dramatic groan, she dropped back against the seat and closed her eyes. “I don’t even know for sure if he’s the one after me.”
Okay then, he’d work with that. “So who else would you suspect?” In every problem like this, the victims always had an idea about who was after them.
Cat shook her head.
“You think it is him?” he guessed.
“I think it could be.” She covered her face with her hands, but immediately lowered them. “And I know he can be dangerous.”
It was like pulling hen’s teeth, slow and impossible. Holding on to his temper with an effort, Leese said, “Dangerous how? What would he do that’s so bad?”
“To me?” She rubbed her temple. “It’s possible I’ll just go under lock and key. But you?” Her attention flickered over him, then she looked away. “I’m sorry.”
Leese sat back. She actually thought her father would kill him? “If all that’s true, why haven’t you gone to the police?”
For far too long she held silent, staring out the window, her shoulders angled away from him. Plotting? Thinking?
Deciding whether or not to trust him?
Wasn’t easy, but Leese waited.
Finally she answered with a question of her own. “Did any of that research you did on me include the basics on my family?”
Quite a bit, actually. “You have two brothers.”
“Yes. The younger is a half brother.”
Leese nodded his acceptance of that. “Your older brother is a CEO, the younger is still in school. Your mother passed away four years ago.”
“Before my younger brother had even graduated high school,” she whispered.
Feeling her pain, Leese covered her hand with his own. “Your father—stepfather—” he corrected himself before she could, “hasn’t remarried or even really dated.”
She snorted. “True, but not because he’s lovesick over losing her.”
“Maybe not.” Leese wasn’t sure what motivated the man, only that he was, indeed, motivated. “He’s been a jet-setter for a while, but it seems he’s thrown himself into pulling political strings, backing powerful men who, thanks to his wealth, eventually get elected and then return a lot of favors.” He released her hand. That spontaneous kiss was inappropriate enough; he had to remember that she was a client and he had no business getting personally involved.
Wide-eyed, she blinked at him. “Wow. You say what much of the media won’t. But it’s true.”
“Which part?”
She flagged a hand. “All of it, but I was talking about my stepfather. He wields a lot of power. Too much power. Sometimes it seems...he’s untouchable.”
“So what has your wealthy, powerful, untouchable stepfather done that has you running scared?”
Evasive, she picked at a frayed spot on the knee of her jeans. “My brothers, both of them, are good men.”
“I didn’t see anything in my research to tell me otherwise.”
“Bowen will be an amazing doctor one day. He’s always at the top of his class, and he’s...well, he’s brilliant. In so many ways.”
“And your older brother?” Her full-blood sibling.
She smiled. “Holt loves the business. Webb has completely accepted him as his son and someday he’ll inherit everything. Every time I see him, he has a new project that in some way benefits the community, the troops or the poor. He’s pretty awesome too.”
One thing stuck in Leese’s mind. “You didn’t like the family business?” From what Leese knew, her father had grown a highly successful empire supplying enhancements to new tech gadgets. Smartphone covers, special screens, camera lenses—he offered something for everyone, and had distribution throughout the country, as well as in select markets around the world.
“No.” She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t fit the mold. Honestly, though she faked it well, my mom didn’t either. She could attend the fancy parties and appear to enjoy them. The transition was almost seamless for her. But when we were alone, she was herself. Really warm and funny, sometimes too strict and overprotective.” She fell silent, then whispered, “Webb was different when she was here. I think she was a good influence on him.”
“She passed away from cancer?”
“Yes. A terrible disease. Holt does a lot of fund-raising for cancer research. I think it’s why Bowen went into medicine.”
“Do you look like your mother?”
She flashed him a smile. “Everyone says I do. She was really petite too. Same color hair and eyes. I always thought my mom was really beautiful, and I know I’m not, so I’m complimented when people tell me that.”
Justice, who’d been so quiet Leese almost forgot he would be listening, said, “Oh, I dunno. You’re awful cute. I imagine if you dolled up, you could turn some heads.”
She laughed. “Thank you, but I don’t have many opportunities to ‘doll up’ anymore, thank goodness. That’s one of the things I disliked most about wealth. Everyone expected me to look perfect all the time. And I’m just not the type who can pull that off.”
Leese thought she looked pretty damned perfect, even in her tattered jeans, with her hair tangled and windblown and not a speck of makeup on her face. Her mouth, especially, drew his attention. She had full lips and when he’d kissed her—
“Teaching art to kids means wearing lots of smocks, not gowns. Usually the smock ends up being pretty colorful though—paint, clay, marker. I’m far better suited to a grade-school art room than an influential committee.”
All in all, Leese thought that sounded pretty nice.
Justice asked, “You like kids, huh?”
“Very much. My students are terrific, even the more troublesome kids. They’re all creative in their own unique ways.”
Leese let her and Justice talk about children and art, knowing it was a distraction for her. She didn’t yet want to tell him about her stepfather, but time would soon run out.
When the two of them wound down and Justice ran out of teasing compliments, Leese said, “You can have a short reprieve, but when we get to the agency, you’re going to need to decide.”
A whole lot of wariness flooded back into her expression. “Decide what?”
“If you’re going to make my job easier by coming clean, or if you’re going to leave me muddling about in the dark, which could also be riskier for both of us.”
She released a tense breath. “Maybe a better decision would be to leave so you guys aren’t at risk.”
Leese caught her chin, a surefire method to gain and hold her attention. “That’s one choice you don’t have. Whether you like it or not, you’ve got my protection.”
Justice added, “If you’re thinking of dodging him, think again. He’s pretty good at surveillance.”
Cat scowled at them both. “I think I’ll take a nap, after all.” She bunched up her coat and shoved it against the door like a pillow. “Wake me when we’re there.”
So she wouldn’t rest against him this time? Too bad. But he wouldn’t waste the quiet time. He had a whole lot more research to do, and this time his focus would be on her stepfather and his friends.
With or without her help, he’d get things figured out. Hopefully in enough time to keep her out of trouble.
