Лиза Джонс - Hot Secrets

Lauren eyed Royce. “I can take a hint. You want to talk to your brother alone. I’ll wait here.”

Luke arched a brow at Royce. “Doesn’t miss a thing, does she?”

“No,” Lauren said before Royce could answer. “I don’t.”

“I’ll only be a few minutes,” Royce promised.

Lauren nodded and reached for the remote. This was new. The woman waiting on the man who was taking too long to get ready.

***

Royce followed Luke into his apartment. “Blake’s in the kitchen,” Luke told him, of their other brother.

“When isn’t he in someone’s kitchen?” Royce mumbled, considering Blake’s appetite for both food and revenge against the drug lord that had killed his fiancée were damn near legend.

Royce entered the kitchen and eyed Blake, who was quickly gobbling up junk food, his long hair neatly tied at his nape. “It’s a little early for cookies,” Royce informed him.

Blake smiled a bright white smile. “It’s dessert. I ate leftover pizza first.”

Luke grimaced. “That pizza was a week old, man.”

Blake shrugged his broad shoulders. “Tasted fine to me.”

Royce frowned and looked at the wall clock. “Aren’t you supposed to be at the airport by ten?”

Blake glanced at his watch and shoved the chair from the table. “Ah, hell,” he said. “I’m late.” Then he glared at both his brothers. “I know this airport contract pays us, and pays us well, but I hate these weekend security meetings. Next Saturday, one of you is going.”

“They like your ATF background,” Royce reminded him.

Blake waved on his way out of the room. “We’re talking about next Saturday.”

The instant he was gone, Luke turned an expectant look on his older brother. “Well?”

Royce let out a long breath, and leaned against the counter. “I have a situation.”

“A situation?” Luke laughed. “Is that what you’re calling a gorgeous woman in your living room these days?” Royce gave him a go to hell look. Luke raised his hands in mock surrender. “I’m listening.”

“You already know Reynolds asked me for a favor.”

“Did it include sleeping with his daughter?”

Royce grunted. “Not exactly.”

Luke’s eyes widened incredulously. “Not exactly? What in the hell does that mean? I was joking.”

”Someone’s been sending him threatening notes, and Lauren has been mentioned.”

“Do they have any idea who might be responsible?”

“No, he doesn’t. She doesn’t know about any of this and he doesn’t want to tell her until I’m certain there’s a real threat.”

“And that would be why?”

“He says it’s because he believes she’ll blow off the threat. She works for the District Attorney’s office. That makes a person immune to fear in ways most wouldn’t be. I’d like to believe him, and after spending time with her, I certainly think his concern is merited.”

Luke grabbed a chair, and sat down at the table. “But?”

“I don’t know,” Royce said. “Maybe he’s being blackmailed for something he thinks she won’t forgive him for. Which, in and of itself, has bad news written all over it. Then there is an entirely different realm of low to consider, which are the senator’s political motives. He’s trying to get Lauren to run for office and she isn’t buying the idea. I hate to think he’s selfish enough to keep her in the dark over a threat out of fear of turning her ‘no’ into a ‘hell no.’”

“The blackmail angle makes more sense but then politicians have never made a lick of sense to me, period.” His lips thinned. “Tell me you didn’t agree to keep Lauren in the dark about this.”

“I agreed to check things out,” Royce admitted reluctantly.

“Without telling her.”

“He pulled out his trump card,” Royce explained. “Saving Dad. I figured that merited me doing a quick investigation. I planned on getting in and out.”

Luke arched a brow. “I see that’s working out well for you considering Lauren is now in your apartment on obviously friendly terms.”

Royce flipped a chair, straddling it, his arms on the back. “I planned to feel her out, see if the senator had any merit for believing she’d refuse protection if it was necessary. The rest just… happened.”

“You don’t let things just happen anymore than I do. If you have feelings for Lauren, and really, even if you don’t, you’re headed for deep, muddy waters. I don’t care what the senator says, you’d better come clean and do it right now.”

Royce slid his hand over his hair. “Yeah, I know. Believe me, I know. But if I tell her what’s going on, she’ll kick me to the curb in no uncertain terms. If she’s really in danger then I won’t be able to protect her. I’m… ”

“Screwed,” Luke offered helpfully.

Royce exhaled and nodded, then explaining the phone call situation to Luke before adding, “That about sums it up. I’m screwed. I don’t see how I can tell her anything until I find out what’s behind the letters and the phone calls. And at this point, I’ve already written my death wish with Lauren. I don’t plan to let someone else write hers. She’s spooked and she’s not telling me why. When I know she’s safe, I’ll step onto the plank, tell the truth, and wait for her to push me over the edge.”

Luke studied him a long moment. “Well hell. I guess I’m going out on the plank with you. Give me a quick rundown of the facts and tell me what you want me to do.”

“We have the blackmail possibility,” he said.

“Which is a logical consideration.”

“But Lauren’s not only in a role to make enemies, she’s working a death penalty case right now that’s getting a lot of attention.”

“Yeah, I know,” Luke said. “I’ve read about it in the paper.”

“Then you know how much attention the case is getting.”

“If this was about her case, why send the letters to the senator?”

“Scare the father into protecting the daughter,” he said. “Get her off the case.”

“And the calls?”

“Scare her into listening to him.”

“I like the blackmail angle better,” Luke said. “I assume you’ve sent the letters to your buddy at the FBI lab?”

“Yesterday,” he said, pushing to his feet. “And I’m hoping he can give me something to make this fast and easy to put to rest. But I don’t want to count on that and have it not happen.”

“Understood,” Luke said, standing with him. “I’ll get out my magnifying glass and start looking, with a little extra attention on the senator’s personal activities. And I’ll get surveillance on her office, home, and likewise for the senator, while I’m at it.”

Royce gave him a sharp, approving nod, before he headed back to his apartment and inched his way closer to the end of that plank.

Chapter Six

Royce found Lauren sitting on his living room floor with photo albums spread around her. She turned to face him, smiling. “Oh my God, for a guy, you have so many pictures.”

Royce wasn’t sure how to take that. “For a guy?” He moved toward her, sitting down after shuffling a couple albums to the side.

Her smile widened. “Maybe you’re not the ‘bad boy’ your reputation says you are.” And then before he could ask about that comment, she pointed to a picture of him hugging his dog when he was a kid. “And you love animals.”

He squatted down beside her and looked at the picture, grinning at the sight of his Golden Retriever wearing a pointed hat. “That was Scooter’s second birthday.”

Lauren giggled, pointing at the picture. “You mean you made the cake for the dog?”

“My mom did, but I asked her to. Scooter was my best friend.” He frowned. “He got really sick after eating that cake. My mom later informed me the bone was for him and the cake was for us.”