Strong and Sexy.2 (24 page)

The next morning Shayne woke up to Dani hustling about her bedroom. “What are you doing?”

“Looking for a pair of socks. This’ll probably come as a shock, but I’m not the most organized of people.”

He blinked. She was already dressed, complete with white bandage around her head, protecting her stitches. She pulled her hair into a low ponytail. Immediately strands began to slip out and brush her shoulders. She sighed in exasperation but left them.

“Where are you going?”

“Work.”

He stared at her in shock. Not a hell of a lot shocked him, ever. But this woman, with the drown-in-me eyes and the kiss that stirred him from the inside out, not to mention the sweet smile that always tipped his heart upside... she shocked him on a daily basis.

Make that by the minute. She shocked him by the minute. “Dani. You can’t be serious.”

“Why not?”

“Why not?”

“Because you have a concussion, and stitches.”

“Had a concussion. Mild. I’m better, just a little headache.”

“Your doctor told you to take it easy.”

“I am. I will.”

He’d always had low blood pressure, but he felt it rising now. “Okay, how about you don’t go to work. Because the last time you went to work, your head was nearly bashed in. And the time before that, someone shot at you.”

“And missed,” she pointed out. “I’ve been wondering at that, Shayne. Why did they miss?”

His heart actually skipped a beat at the thought of the bullet not missing, tearing through any single inch of that flesh he loved.

“See, I think they missed on purpose.” Leaning into her mirror, she applied lip gloss.

Peach, he was guessing by the color.

He loved peach lip gloss. “Maybe you were just lucky.” His voice was a little hoarse. He’d gone a long time without overly engaging his damn heart, and she’d not only engaged it, she’d locked all missiles on it, in a matter of days.

“See, that’s the thing. I’m not lucky.” She rolled her lips together, spreading the gloss. “I’ve never been lucky.” Her gaze locked on his in the mirror. “Do you know what I’m saying?”

“Someone’s toying with you. I get that. But we’ve got a plan.”

“The list is not a plan.”

“Talking to everyone on it is.”

“Talking? Is that what you were doing when you lifted Alan by the scruff of his shirt?”

He’d never been much of a fighter. Brody had always taken that roll. Noah too, when it’d been required. Shayne had always been like the middle brother, the peacemaker, the pacifist. But he didn’t feel much like a pacifist at the moment. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”

She stared at him, then let out a disgusted breath of air. “You are being such a guy.”

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing someone with a penis would understand.” But she sighed. “You really think I should talk to my stepsiblings?”

“Hell yes, we should.”

She just looked at him, not missing the shift from “I” to “we,” but clearly deciding to pick her battles. “You have a flight today?”

“Just to Vegas and back. We could leave right after that.”

She sighed. “I’ll meet you at Sky High later, then.”

“After you go into work?”

“Yes.”

He felt a vein pulsing in his forehead. “Dani—”

“Look, I’m not letting this bastard, whoever he is, take my life away from me. I’m not going to lose my promotion because I’m afraid to go to work.”

“This is asinine. You’re putting yourself in danger.”

“No. Trust me, I’m not going to be the stupid chick in the horror movies. But I am going to live my life.”

“On your own.”

“I think that’s my only option at the moment.”

“Are you kidding me? I’m here, right here, Dani, and I have been, but it’s like you have built this wall between us.”

“No. I let you in.”

“Only after I knock it down every time. I’m tired of knocking, Dani.”

She went still. “It’s a habit,” she finally admitted. “Being on my own. It’s what always worked best for me.”

“Really? Because from where I’m standing, it’s not working for you, not at all.”

“You want to go with me to Tahoe? You really want to do this.”

“Yes. Hell, yes.”

“Even though we’re practically strangers.”

Okay, that pissed him off, but he managed a smile, tight as it might be. “Actually, I think we know each other pretty damn well.”

She blushed. “Our bodies, maybe.”

“Yes. I know your body. I know all sorts of things about your body. I know, for instance, that you like it when I breathe in your ear, that you like it when I nibble my way to your breasts and—”

“Shayne—”

“I also know how to make you tremble and sigh my name in that little whispery pant that tells me you’re close to coming. I know exactly...” Leaning in, he put his mouth to her ear, finding little satisfaction in the way her breath hitched. “Exactly how to make you fall apart for me, all over me.”

“Shayne—”

“And my favorite part? It’s that, Dani, it’s you saying my name in that way you do. Makes me hard every single time.”

She let out a shuddering breath.

“But I know more about you than that. I know you care about people with huge capacity. I know you are fiercely proud and live frugally to keep a job you love rather than ask your wealthy family for help. I know you have a secret lingerie habit that I am grateful for.”

She blushed. “I don’t have a secret lingerie habit.”

Laughing softly, he hooked a finger in her top and pulled it out so he could peek in and see her purple and black lace demi-bra. “Oh yeah,” he murmured. “Extremely grateful.”

She shoved his hand aside, but her eyes were filled with things, things that made him ache.

“I know you, Dani. I know you love ice cream and sappy movies. I know that you hate airplanes, but that you just might like a certain pilot.”

She turned away. “I’ve got to go.”

“I didn’t think you’d be the one running.”

Whipping around, she pointed a finger at him. “I told you. I told you I don’t want to do this. No dating.”

“Just sex.”

“That’s right.”

He shook his head, but had to laugh. “Do you have any idea how ironic it is that you’re the one pulling away?” He rubbed his head. “God. Brody would so have a field day over this.”

“Shayne—”

“No, it’s okay, it’s all good. I get it.”

She let out a slow breath and nodded, grabbing her purse. Then she came up to him. With a hand on his chest, she leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips. “Bye.”

As she whirled away, he caught her hand and tugged her back, where he proceeded to capture her mouth and kiss her a whole lot deeper, hotter, wetter than her kiss had been, and only when she was thoroughly breathless and making those sexy little panting murmurs in her throat, her fingers fisted into his shirt, did he pull back.

“That.” He nodded. “That’s a good-bye, Dani.”

Touching her lips, she stared at him, all glazed and dreamy, which would have made his day if she didn’t drive him absolutely fucking insane.

Purse slung over her shoulder, sunglasses in one hand, work ready, she glanced back at her bed.

She wanted to go back to bed.

With him.

She did not, however, want to do anything else with him. And even accepting the ridiculousness of the situation, even knowing that all his life he’d been there, in that same place, it still hurt like hell.

On the way into Sky High, Shayne called Patrick, who as usual was little to no help at all. The police had the big, fat nothing. In fact, they had less than nothing. Dani had claimed to see a body in front of Sky Air, but there was no body. And no evidence to suggest there’d been a body. She’d claimed to have a break-in, but again, no evidence. Of course she had been shot at, complete with bullets, but with no motive and no viable suspect, that was going down as a random shooting.

Only Shayne didn’t believe in random, or coincidences.

As for the incident at Dani’s work, since she’d tripped over herself, or so it was assumed, with yet again no body even though she’d claimed to have one in her closet, there was nothing to go on.

Bottom line—at least as far as the police were concerned—the only danger to Dani was herself.

Frustrated, Shayne entered Sky High, checked in, then went to conduct his preflight check, but found Brody on the tarmac with a gorgeous honey of a King Air, circa 1965. “Nice.”

“I know. I think I’m in love.” Brody stroked the sleek steel like a lover. His face was grease streaked, his hair standing straight up, no doubt assisted into that position by more grease. He wore his threadbare jeans, signifying he was on maintenance duty. “What do you think?”

“She’s for sale?”

“Yep. The owner’s inside.”

They both turned their heads and looked through the glass windows into the lobby. Maddie, gorgeous and outrageously dressed as always in black leggings, black knee-high kick-ass boots, and a silver metallic sweater that hugged her extremely huggable curves, was leaning against her desk smiling at a well-dressed man in his early forties. He was talking with his hands and a big smile, and Maddie, clipboard in hand, earpiece in, looking more like a superhero than a concierge, was smiling in return.

The man, clearly dazzled by her, leaned in and said something that had Maddie tipping her head back in laughter.

Brody frowned. “What the hell is he telling her?”

“Something funny.”

“He’s flirting with her.”

“Jesus. Would you ask her out already? Or better yet, kiss her. Something. Please.”

Brody stared at him as if he was insane. “Why? Why would I kiss her?”

Shayne lifted a brow, but as he took in Brody’s horrified, guilty expression, it came to him. “Holy shit. You’ve already kissed her.”

Brody let out a sound as if his head had just gone flat. Then the six-foot-four ex-linebacker and all-around badass shoved his hands in his pockets like a teenager and kicked the ground. He glanced into the terminal again and shook his head.

Shayne laughed. “You did.”

“Shut up about it.”

“What happened? She slug you?”

“Don’t make me kick your ass.”

“Hell, you could try. But then you’d have to tell Maddie why you sucker punched her favorite pilot.”

“You are not her favorite.”

“I am so.”

“You’re an idiot is what you are.”

Shayne grinned. “That might be. But I’m not the idiot with a crush on our Maddie.”

“Stop saying ‘our Maddie.’ If you were her favorite, why did she kiss me?”

Shayne’s eyebrows rose. “So it really happened?”

Brody shoved his fingers into his hair and turned in a slow circle. “I think she did it because she was pissed off at me. Trying to prove a point.”

“Yeah? Did she prove it?”

Brody dropped his forehead to the cool steel of the plane. “I have no fucking clue.”

Shayne’s grin spread as he burst into song. “Maddie and Brody sitting in a tree. K-i-s-s-i-n-g...”

“Shut up, you ass.” He added a shove to the demand.

Shayne would have happily shoved back, but he didn’t. Maddie might be flirting with the guy at the desk, but she also had an eagle eye on them, even though Brody was too miserably self-involved to notice. No way was Shayne going to piss her off, not when she had a temper like the natural redhead she was beneath all that dyed hair.

So he let Brody’s shove take him back a few steps, making sure Maddie noted that he didn’t fight back, and eyed the sweet plane. “You want to buy this baby?”

“It’s way overpriced, but I think we can get him down.”

Shayne stuck his head into the engine compartment and took a good look around, his heart sighing. “I’d marry her.”

“No way. I saw her first.”

Shayne looked at his lifelong friend, the brother of his heart. “What do you think it says about us that we run like hell from commitment to a woman, and yet this plane melts our circuits?”

“Shit. I have no idea.”

Shayne nodded, and sighed. “We suck.”

Brody lifted a shoulder. “At least we accept our flaws.”

“Do you think the women in our lives could ever accept them?”

Brody stared at Maddie, then slowly shook his head. “Not if they know what’s good for them.”

Late that afternoon, Dani entered Sky High’s building. The place was nothing like the last time she’d been there. There were no festive decorations, no drunken revelers, no gorgeous man in the closet, and most importantly, no dead bodies.

No dead bodies.

She repeated it to herself so it would sink in. She was fine, she was good, she was—