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“First rule of self-defense. Stay calm and think as the situation develops.”
Calm was out of the question. Not with flashbacks making her vision blurry. Or maybe that was the lack of air since she was holding her breath.
“Second rule, show no fear or hesitation.”
Right. She’d get right on that.
“Breathe, Jade.” He brushed his jaw to hers. “Come on, tough girl,” he murmured softly, in direct opposition to the tight, unforgiving hold he had on her. “You can do this. There are many ways, but we’ll take it one at a time. I’m a bad guy. How do you get away from me?”
“I don’t know!” she cried, her hands coming up to grip his arm around her waist. But all that did was remind her of just how strong he was.
“The human skull is a powerful weapon all on its own,” he said. “Don’t waste your time trying to step on my toes or elbowing me in the ribs. None of those moves will do anything but piss someone off. Bash my face with the back of your head.”
“What?”
“Connect once, maybe twice with your attacker’s face or collarbone and you’ll deliver some serious damage, trust me. Do it.”
“Do it, give me your keys. Now.”
She shook her head, and another guy in a mask moved into her line of sight, roughly pushing someone.
Karen, a floor nurse.
Jade gasped when the second masked guy casually set the muzzle of his gun to Karen’s temple. “Bet you can find the keys now,” he said.
He was right. Jade pulled the keys out and threw them at him. He snagged them out of midair and, with a smile that still haunted her dreams, dragged her along with him to the drug storage.
“Jade.” Dell was saying her name, quietly but firmly, in a voice that demanded she pay attention. “Jade, you can do this. As soon as the adrenaline kicks in, everything will seem to happen in slow motion. If you stay calm, your mind will process thoughts so rapidly that it will even seem like you’ve got hours to make a decision on how to react.”
She closed her eyes and tried to fall into her adrenaline instead of fighting it. She didn’t manage until he tightened his grip. Then she drew in a breath and snapped her head back.
Dell dodged to the side, but she still managed to hit him on the cheekbone, and he immediately dropped his hold on her.
Spinning around, she stared at him, horrified.
But when he straightened, he was smiling. “Nice.” He lifted his hand to touch his cheekbone, already reddened.
“Oh my God. I hurt you.”
“That’s the point,” he reassured her, looking proud. “It works, Jade. Every time. I was only able to dodge it because I knew you were going to do it. With the element of surprise, you’ll break anyone’s hold on you.”
“Anyone’s?”
“You have to be confident. You have to picture it. You have to believe it. But yeah. Anyone’s. Now can we get some pizza? Adam’s a fucking diva when he’s hungry.”
She let out a breath, marveling over what she’d just done, more than a little desperate to believe. It’d been a long time since she hadn’t worried about the shadows and the boogeyman. She thought she was good at hiding it but apparently not. She’d seen the look Adam and Dell had exchanged. It wasn’t a new look, she saw it every time they dealt with a hurt or abused animal. It was their protect-theinnocent-animal look.
She hated that she was the hurt animal. Hated.
At least they hadn’t pressed her to talk about it, hadn’t called her out on her undeniably odd and peculiar behavior—at least not really—and for that, she’d been eternally grateful.
But she was pretty sure her pass was over.
“There are more moves, Jade,” Dell said. “I can show you how to break the hold if you’re grabbed from the front, too, and lots of other self-defense tactics.”
The power of that surged through her and overcame her embarrassment and shame. “Really?”
“Sure. After a couple of months of practice, you’ll be in lean, mean fighting-machine shape.”
A couple of months . . . “Dell. I’ve told you, I’m leaving at the end of the month.”
His expression didn’t change. “You’ve said that before and not gone back.”
Oh God. Is that what he believed? That she wasn’t leaving? “This time I am. I have to.”
A muscle ticked in his jaw. “Fine. You still have a month.” His face was still calm. Controlled. “We’ll make it work.”
Nine
 
 
O
nce again Dell rolled out of bed before dawn. He showered and headed out. Way out, passing through Sunshine, past Belle Haven and into the hills.
She was leaving. By the time the first snow hit, Jade would be gone. He felt more for her than he wanted, way more, so it was just as well that she was leaving.
Shaking his head at that ridiculous logic, he kept driving. Forty-five minutes later and light-years away from anything remotely resembling a town, he pulled to a stop. He got out of his truck, waving some of the dust away from his face. The road out here was always a dust storm, every single time. Grabbing his bag, he headed toward the double-wide.
The trailer had been here for as long as he could remember, sitting square on thirty acres of absolutely nothing.
He came every week. Nila didn’t ask him to. She wouldn’t.
But he came, anyway.
He couldn’t explain why. Adam thought he was crazy, but he never said a word about it.
He didn’t have to. Dell already knew it was stupid and pathetic.
But still he came. As he reached out to knock on the door, it opened and she stood there in ragged jeans, an old sweatshirt, and no shoes. Her long black hair was streaked with gray now and plaited in a single braid down her back. Her eyes were black and gave little away.
Dell got his eyes from her.
She didn’t smile, she never did, but he could tell she was relieved to see him as she stepped aside to make room for him.
Waiting there, lined up on the narrow orange and brown trailer couch, were others: two women, an old man, a teenager, and two younger children—all with an animal at their feet or in their laps.
Dr. Doolittle time.
Nila handed Dell a cup of coffee, not meeting his eyes. She never did. He accepted the coffee and moved to the small Formica table, opening his bag, pulling out his laptop. This was an unofficial visit, it always was, but he still kept records as well as he could. “Who’s first?”
The youngest, a girl who couldn’t be more than five, stood up, a tiny kitten clutched in her hands as bedraggled as the little girl.
And Dell’s day began.
 
 
Two nights later, Jade walked up to the front door of Dell’s house, not quite sure if she was excited or nervous.
Both, she decided.
Definitely both.
The other evening, when he’d grabbed her from behind . . . she’d thought she’d expire on the spot from fear and panic. But then he’d shown her how to break free of the hold.
She went to the occasional yoga and Pilates classes, but that was about it for her. She’d never done martial arts or self-defense, but Dell was a big guy and she’d broken free from him.
Crazy as it seemed, it had given her hope. And she’d followed the scent of that hope all the way here.
She’d been to Dell’s house before. They all played poker every few weeks, usually in his dining room. But she’d never come alone, and she might not have now either but he’d been asking for two days and . . .
And she was curious. And afraid. And . . . and he opened the door wearing black workout shorts and a T-shirt that was wet and clinging to his torso.
And then she forgot to think at all.
His hair was damp, and he was rubbing a towel over his face, breathing hard, looking like he’d been enjoying whatever he’d been doing. “You came,” he said.
He’d thought she wouldn’t. She did her best to roll her tongue back into her mouth. “You look busy.”
“Nope. Just kicking Adam’s ass.”
Dressed similarly, Adam came into view behind him and snorted. “Not even on a good day, man. Though I’ll give it to you that you’re better these days.” He nodded to Jade. “You should have seen us when we were kids. He was so uncoordinated, he couldn’t walk across a room without falling over his own scrawny legs. At least he outgrew his glasses. Christ, was he ugly. It took him years to grow into his current look.”
“Hey,” Dell said. “You do realize you look just like me.”
“No,
you
look like
me
.”
Jade followed them both into the kitchen, marveling at how they seemed to take perverse pleasure in making fun of each other’s vulnerabilities at every turn. And yet the connection between them was unmistakable.
She shrugged it off to the mystery of the male psyche, watching as Dell grabbed two bottles of water, tossed one at Adam, then downed his in long, greedy gulps while Jade stood there looking at two of the finest male specimens she’d ever seen.
Adam tossed his empty bottle into a recycling bin and nodded to Dell. “Be sure to thank Jade for saving your hide. Five more minutes and I’d have been wiping the floor with you.”
Dell grinned. “Whatever you have to tell yourself to sleep at night.”
Adam shook his head, like he couldn’t believe how lame his own brother was. Moving to the door, he slowed in front of Jade and lightly tugged on a strand of her hair. “I’m better than he is,” he said with a head jerk in Dell’s direction. “When you’re done pounding him into the mat, I’ll be happy to step in.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Dell shoved him out, then turned to Jade. “Want something to drink first?”
“Only if you think a tequila shot before learning how to kick ass is a good idea.”
He smiled. “You’re nervous.”
That was putting it mildly. She’d been thinking about this for two days now, in between fielding calls from everyone in town about her supposed engagement to Dell. Knowing that if
she
was getting cornered, he had to be getting it way worse, she’d called Leanne and told her that the engagement was off.
Now the story running through town was that Dell had dumped Jade because he was a tragic alpha hero, wounded and terrified of love.
Dell had laughed it off, assuring her he couldn’t give a shit what people made up about them. And she knew he was being honest—he definitely didn’t worry about what others thought. He was classic alpha that way.
But she’d wondered . . . how much of the whispers were really made up? He’d been very careful in his life in regard to the chosen few whom he trusted. She hadn’t worked for him for eighteen months and not understood that much of that easygoing and laid-back nature was only skin-deep, that no matter what he showed the general public he was actually intensely private and quite closed off.
She figured the mock engagement, and then the supposed cancellation of said engagement—leaving him “wounded” and needing some alone time—worked for him.
“Come on,” he said, leading her down a set of stairs to a basement. “We’d better start before you change your mind and run out on me.”
She was already beginning to sweat. “I don’t run.”
Liar, liar.
“But I could use that tequila shot now.”
“Be good,” he said, “and I’ll get you something after. Sol used to serve us tea when he was kicking our butts.”
“Tea’s only good if it comes with cookies.”
He laughed. “Tea’s good never.”
“Sounds like Sol was a sweet man.”
“He was two hundred and fifty pounds, and six feet four inches of solid muscle. He was also ex-marine, and didn’t know a smile from his own ass. He wasn’t sweet, but he was . . . everything else. At least to us.”
The basement was completely finished and had been turned into a gym. Equipment was lined on one wall, a treadmill, elliptical trainer, a selection of machines with a large maximum-load capacity, and free weights were in front of a bank of mirrors. Along one side, across from the riders, was a large padded mat area, as well as a huge flat-screen TV and entertainment center mounted on a wall. Music was blasting out of it. “The man cave,” she said. Feeling a little intimidated, she pulled off her sweatshirt. She hadn’t been sure what to wear but had settled on yoga pants and a tank top.
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