Jill Shalvis - For The Love Of Nick

Nick looked at Danielle, his eyes filling with tension as he spoke into the radio. “How about the veggies? Is she there?”

“No.” Maureen’s voice caught. “Nick, we can’t find her anywhere. She’s gone.”

“We’ll be right there.” He hooked the radio on his belt and reached for Danielle’s hand. “We’ll find her.”

Danielle thought of Sadie in Ted’s hands and barely felt Nick’s fingers in hers. “I failed her after all.”

“Not yet, you haven’t. This isn’t over. Let’s go.”

Even in her own misery, she was able to detect his, and marvel at it. His feelings for Sadie weren’t something he faked. Nor did they have anything to do with how much Sadie was worth, or the awards she could bring. He’d simply fallen in love with the dog. And because he had, he’d do anything to help Sadie, to get her back.

She wondered if the love he claimed he had for her meant the same thing.

Wondered if she could ever be half as sure of it as he was.

FROM THE DECK Nick glanced at Danielle. She stood about twenty feet away from him, facing the steep hills and trails, calling for Sadie. The wind blew her hair back from her face, which had gotten some color from the sun. Her lithe, toned legs were bare, as were her arms.

Nick figured he’d never get tired of looking at her. Wanting her. But the wanting went far deeper than the physical. He craved her voice, her laugh. Her thoughts. And he wanted her to feel the same.

“Oh my God, there she is!” Danielle suddenly cried, pointing.

Sadie came barreling out of nowhere, stopping short at the sight of them, head cocked, as if trying to figure out what the fuss was all about.

But twenty minutes later, inside, she was still panting for air, still drenched in sweat, looking the worse for wear.

Not to mention the rope burn around her neck, where someone had clearly tried to restrain her.

“Bullmastiffs are incredibly strong,” Danielle said, inspecting the rope burn. “She could easily snap a tie if she didn’t want to be held.”

“And someone definitely wanted to hold her.” Nick kneeled beside the dog and tried to get a better look. Instead, he got licked from chin to forehead for his efforts.

Danielle was running her hands over Sadie carefully, and when she got to her chest, the dog whined and turned, putting her bottom in Danielle’s face. When Danielle persisted, Sadie actually growled.

Nick tried, and got the same reaction, though Sadie added a big, sloppy kiss to soften the sound.

“Oh boy,” Danielle whispered.

“What?”

“It’s not an injury that she’s hiding.”

“What is it?”

“Her nipples seem to be tender.”

“Um…okay.”

Danielle bit her lip and looked at Sadie. Then, covering the dog’s ears, she leaned closer to Nick. “I think that’s a sign that she’s in a very early stage of pregnancy.”

“ What? How will you ever tell?” he asked, looking at Sadie’s considerable chest and belly.

“You’ll be able to tell soon enough, a dog’s gestation period is only two months. But this is going to put Ted over the edge, you know. Her pups, from that rogue mutt in the hotel, will be worthless.”

“Hey.” Nick covered Sadie’s ears himself this time. “Don’t let her hear that.”

“This isn’t a joke,” she said, rubbing her cheek to Sadie’s. “I don’t have enough money to take care of myself, much less puppies. But I can’t let anyone know that. I can’t let her go back to Ted simply because of money. Look what he did to her neck.”

“Yeah, we’re going to get a record of that.” Nick looked up at Maureen and Clint, both of whom nodded.

“Already called the police,” Maureen said, holding up her cell phone. “I reported the footprints, too.”

Clint stroked Sadie. “It looks like it’s time to take a stand, huh, girl?”

Danielle looked at Nick. “Yes,” she said cryptically. “It’s time to take a stand.”

“And then there’s the upcoming wedding,” Clint added. “We’ve got to clear everything up for that.”

Danielle’s eyes widened as she apparently remembered at the same time as Nick that they were supposed to be engaged.

To each other.

“The wedding.” Danielle forced a smile. “Clint, about that-”

Jerking upright, Sadie let out a sharp set of barks, then leaped over the back of the couch to press her huge face up against the window. Continuing to pierce everyone’s eardrums with the pitch of her barking, her entire body quivered.

“He’s out there,” Nick guessed.

“The ex?” Maureen asked.

“Yes.” Danielle stood, moved toward Sadie. “But this ends today. It ends now,” she said, shrugging off Nick. “I’m going out there to do something I never did before. I’m going to tell him what I think, and how this is going to end. I’m going to take a stand.”

“Not alone, you’re not,” Nick said, firmly pulling her away from the window.

“Nick-”

“Yeah, yeah. You hate the ‘we,”’ he said, disgusted, not caring that both Maureen and Clint were watching and avidly listening. “Screw that. You’re not alone, so forget it. After this is over, when it’s all said and done, then fine. Go be as you want. Alone. More power to you if you can do it without regret.”

“Nick-”

“You’ll have your damn life back, and-”

“Nick.” Danielle swallowed hard and put her hand on his arm. “I meant we. We’ll take a stand.”

“Is Ted armed?” Maureen asked, while Nick stared at Danielle, unable to process that she’d just said we.

“No, he worries about his image.” Danielle still held Nick’s gaze, as if she was trying to tell him something. “He’d never carry a weapon. He just wants Sadie. We can set a trap, put Sadie out on a lead rope. He’ll come, he’ll threaten her and I’ll have witnesses this time.”

She looked around hopefully, appealing last to Nick with those wide, beautiful eyes he could never resist. “You’ll see,” she said to him. “This will work because the police will believe all of you.”

Nick shook his head. “You sound as if you want us to stay back while you face him alone.”

“Yes. Exactly.”

“No-”

“You’ll be right there. Waiting. What can happen?”

Only anything. “Danielle-”

“I want to do this,” she said firmly. “I’m going to do this. I’m sitting out there with her. We’ll wait together, Sadie and I, and then it’ll be over.”

NICK SAT on the darkened deck watching as dusk turned Danielle and Sadie-alone and vulnerable out in the open-into shadows.

She sat on a bench about twenty feet away, surrounded by the newly planted gardens that were Maureen’s pride and joy.

He knew his cousins were just on the other side of the house, watching. Waiting. Helping keep his “fiancée” safe. He knew Danielle wouldn’t get hurt, that this had to be done.

Logically he knew all this, but as he watched her cuddle the damn dog he’d grown to love too, he couldn’t help but feel it was the beginning of the end.

Soon, it would be over. She’d be safe, and on her own. And he’d be on his own, too.

Good. Great. He could go home and catch up with the meaningless dates he’d planned. He could have one every night if he so chose.

But there was just one he cared about right now and she…

And she was watching a man approach her from the trail below.

“HELLO, TED,” Danielle said as he walked toward her.

The man she’d once looked at with her heart in her eyes lifted an envelope. “Your records. From Laura Lyn.”

Danielle’s stomach clenched at yet another betrayal. “I see.”