Лиза Джонс - Hot Secrets

“What?” Lauren whispered urgently. “What’s happening?”

“I’m going to explain but do not, I repeat, do not react. Don’t move until I tell you to. Understand?” He was already closing in on her, one slow step at a time.

“Yes. Okay. Tell me!”

“There's a snake on your bed.”

***

Royce stopped in front of Lauren, but he didn’t look at her. He kept his eye on the snake, knowing it could easily be as deadly as it was unexpected. “Get ready to run. When I say to run, you get out of the apartment in case there are more snakes.”

“Yes... yes, okay.”

“I’ll count to three. One. Two. Three.” He shoved her aside and fired at the snake, but as he suspected, it moved and he missed. He grabbed a handful of the comforter and threw it over the snake and then fired over and over. He reloaded and yanked the comforter back, ready to fire, but thankfully, he didn’t have to. There was a pile of dead snake in the bed.

“Lauren,” he called, turning to find her standing in the doorway. “I told you to get out of here.” He grabbed her and started walking towards the door, getting her the hell out of here, all but dragging her to the hallway. “Are you trying to get yourself killed today?”

She held up her phone. “I was afraid you’d get bitten and seconds could mean life or death. You might be Mr. FBI, Royce Walker, but you can die just like the rest of us.”

He stared at her a moment, her words sinking in, and eating away at his anger. For the second time now, she’d tried to protect him. It defied anything he’d ever experienced with a woman and he liked how that felt.

He kissed her fast and hard on the lips. “Damn, I’m crazy about you, woman. Stay here, and since you often reinterpret my words to your own definition, that means don’t move.” He turned to go back inside, when a thought stopped him dead in his tracks.

He scrubbed his face and considered a moment, before dialing Luke. “Someone left Lauren a snake for a present. I need someone over here to make sure there aren’t any more.”

“Holy fuck,” Luke grumbled. “Is it poisonous?”

“I didn’t ask it before I killed it.” He glanced at Lauren. “But if it was, this is attempted murder.”

“No,” she mouthed. “No.”

“I’ll get someone over there right now,” Luke said.

“And get Julie to bring Lauren’s work, and some clothes, to my place. Lauren is coming home with me.” He hung up.

“Murder? You think someone just tried to kill me?”

“Or scare the hell out of you.” And he was going to make the SOB pay for it, too.

“It worked. It worked really well.”

“I know, baby,” he said, reaching for her and wrapping her in his arms. “We’re going to get this asshole. You have my word. You just have to let me protect you. No more running off to lunch like you did today.”

“No more running off period. Seriously, Royce. I might be hard headed, but I’m not an idiot. I’m going to trust you completely from now on.”

She trusted him, and his secret pact with her father was going to be the poison that killed their relationship.

Chapter Thirteen

An hour later, Royce had Lauren back at his place, and she was soaking in his bathtub, naked and trusting and everything he wanted in a woman, but just hadn’t known it. Until now. Until Lauren. And instead of being with her, showing her that, telling her that, he was a room away, pacing his living room while Luke lounged on his brown leather couch.

“This is absolute hell,” Royce murmured. “I’m lying to her and she trusts me. I have to talk to her.”

“Not now,” Luke said. “Not when she’s in danger. You don’t want her pushing you away and making it impossible to protect her. Besides, you left out information about her father,” Luke said, sitting up and resting his elbows on his knees. “You didn’t lie. She’ll be upset, but she’ll get over it. It’s not like you slept with her best friend.”

“No. Ironically, you did.” He sat down on the arm of one of two leather chairs framing the couch, keeping an eye on the bedroom door directly across from him.

“I’ll pretend you didn’t just say that,” Luke said. “But since you brought up Julie, when I called her to have her bring over Lauren’s work, she told me that the attorney who defended Sheridan was at the restaurant today. She thought it was a strange coincidence. Apparently, the Sheridan loss spiraled into a career disaster he blames Lauren for. I’m going to see him tomorrow. I’ll send one of our guys to talk to Sheridan. A man about to be executed tends to get chatty.”

“What about Sheridan’s family?”

“There’s a brother, that’s it. I plan to check him out. There is also a woman.”

Royce’s brow inched upward. “He killed his wife. What woman are we talking about?”

“Some chick that started writing him while he was in prison.”

“Ah,” Royce said. “Never have understood the jailhouse groupies. What’s your take on her?”

“I don’t think it’s much of a lead. She broke off contact with him some six months ago, and is even pregnant now with some other dude’s kid.”

“I’m not sure that means squat in the world we live in.”

“I’m going to check her out. But the way I see it, if Sheridan is involved, then he would probably have taken out a contract on Lauren. It’s cleaner.”

“Who says this isn’t a contract? Maybe whoever hired this guy wants Lauren played with before she’s killed. Maybe that’s why this attorney Sullivan was there today. He was watching when she got burned, eating up her fear.”

“I like it as a theory,” Luke agreed. “I’m sold on a professional for hire. This person, who I’m calling a man, but could be a woman, hasn’t made mistakes. He’s invisible, even with a camera on. He knows what he’s doing.” His cell phone rang and he answered it, his gaze going to Royce’s. “Yeah. Thanks.” He snapped the phone shut. “The snake wasn’t poisonous.”

“So, this guy’s playing with her.”

“Yeah,” Luke said. “But there’s more. The place was a regular radio shack. He’s been watching her, recording her.”

“Sonofabitch,” Royce cursed. “Don’t tell her that. She’s scared enough. I should have guessed that. I mean, he got in for the snake. He had full access.”

“We finally have a potential motive, a way the senator might fit into this,” Luke said. “Get images of Lauren undressing, or doing any number of things, and then uses them to get something from the senator.”

Royce’s jaw tensed. “Images of me with Lauren. I handed this guy ammunition, if that is even what this is about. He could be a sick bastard who’s obsessed with her, and he’s made getting to her look like child’s play.”

“Which leads me to a manpower issue. Blake’s dealing with the Rhode Island airport contract, so until he returns, I’m limited to what I can do. I need to bring one of our guys in on this. Kyle, Rick, and Daniel are free. Jesse is also free. Tommy and Daniel are both booked. Kyle dealt with the snakes and he’s a tech expert. He’s already involved.”

“Kyle,” he agreed. “I’ve known him for years. We worked together at the agency. He’ll keep his mouth shut.”

“Give me Rick, too. He can chase some of the pieces I’m putting together on the senator.”

“Do it,” Royce said. “We don’t have time to spare.”

The door to the master bedroom, which sat just off the main living room, and directly in front of Royce, squeaked open. Lauren stepped into the room, and damn if his cock didn’t twitch at the sight of her in his t-shirt and oversized sweats. The darn things were rolled up at the knees and hanging on her, and yet, he wasn’t sure he’d ever seen her look sexier.