Headlights blazed through the front windows. Nick tensed,
waiting, anticipating. Seconds
later, the front door opened and closed. Footsteps sounded
as Kennedy walked into the foyer.
He heard beeps as she tapped her security code into the
small box beside the front door. Even
though she was in another room, he imagined that he could
already smell her sweet scent, feel
her vitality and essence. For the first time in almost two
years, he felt alive.
When he heard the click of a revolver, he smiled. Her
instincts were good. She’d detected
something off almost immediately. He felt a moment of pride
that she was prepared to protect
herself. The tension in the room increased. She was only a
few feet away from him now. She was
silent, but he knew she was there. Alert…waiting.
“Relax, Kennedy. It’s me.”
“Nick?”
She’d said his name with a slight hitch in her voice, and
despite his best intentions, he
went hard at the soft, breathless sound.
“Yes.”
“How did you find me?”
“Wasn’t easy.”
“I…” She swallowed. “How are you?”
“Healed. Took awhile.”
“I know…I watched the news as much as possible, looking for
information on you. I’m
so sorry for what happened.”
“What do you know about it?”
“I assumed it had to do with the Slaters.”
“Why would you assume that?”
“Because of Thomas’s murder…and all that happened. Was I wrong?”
“No, you were right on target. I was meeting a man who was
going to give me
information on them.”
“And it almost got you killed. Did you get anything from him?”
“Nope, just a hole in my head.”
“I’m glad you can joke about it now.”
“I’m not joking…I’m dead serious.” He leaned forward, his
eyes trying to pierce the
dark. “What the hell do you think you’re doing here, Kennedy?”
“For right now, I’m holding a gun on you, that’s what I’m
doing.”
Nick’s burst of laughter held no humor. “I remember the day
Thomas and I took you for
your first target practice. You’ve come a long way from the
frightened girl who shook the first
time she held a gun in her hands.”
“I’ve come further than you’ll ever know. What do you want?”
“A helluva lot of things, kitten, but for right now, I want
you to tell me what you’ve got
planned.”
Several seconds of silence followed. Was it because of the
obvious anger in his voice
or because of the endearment that had slipped out? She did
remind him of a kitten, wary,
untrusting…vulnerable.
“I’m going to make them pay.”
“And how are you going to go about doing that?”
“It’s not something you need to be involved with. I’ve got
this covered.”
Got this covered, my ass. His hands gripped the arms of the
chair to keep himself from
jumping to his feet and shaking some sense into her.
Deciding on a less drastic alternative, he
asked mildly, “Mind if we turn the lights on?”
The instant after he said that, light flared in the ceiling
fan. Kennedy stood only a couple
of feet away from him. Damn, she was beautiful. Not like the
old Kennedy, who had been serene
in her beauty. This woman was slightly flamboyant and sexy
as hell, as if she wanted to attract
attention. Something else was different—not in appearance,
but demeanor. She’d always had an
air of delicacy about her, and after Thomas’s death she’d
been understandably fragile. Now she
had a new awareness, a surprising toughness.
Unable to sit while she stood as if on guard against him, he
got to his feet. Just like that,
she took a step back. A fist twisted in his gut. Was she
afraid of him? Did she think he was
somehow in on the shit that had happened to Thomas?
Putting that aside for now, he began walking around the
room, picking up small items
and setting them back down. Yeah, it was a delaying tactic,
but the monumental weight of fear
he’d had for the past twenty months had been lifted from
him. That was a damn hard thing to
adjust to.
The items he could pick up were few and far between. In
Houston, her house had been
nice and homey, filled with framed photographs and little
knickknacks scattered around. By
comparison, her house here was Spartan and utilitarian, like
she knew she might have to up
and leave without taking any belongings with her. He didn’t
like that. Kennedy deserved to be
surrounded by beautiful things.
“Would you stand still already? You’re making me nervous.”
He turned to face her. Amazing the difference a change of
hair color could do to a person.
“In case you’re wondering, I checked for intruders when I
came in.”
Her mouth twitched with a slight smile. “An intruder
checking for intruders. That’s
different. Why would you check?”
“Because you’re working for the spawn of Satan, that’s why.
Even though the Slaters
don’t seem to know your identity, you’re too smart not to be
wary.”
Kennedy almost gasped at the fury in Nick’s eyes. He’d been
acting so easygoing, almost
unconcerned, that she had let her guard down. But it had all
been an illusion. He was furious
with her. “How do you know who I’m working for?”
“I’ve been looking for you for over a year. Do you have any
idea what you did to
me…to your friends when you left? How worried everyone has
been? Dammit, Kennedy, you
disappeared without a trace.”
Though a part of her acknowledged his right to feel angry,
she would not back down. She
raised her chin stubbornly, refusing to justify her actions.
Hurting her friends had never been her
intent, but she’d had no choice. “I did what I had to do. If
I’d told anyone, I’d have been putting
their lives in danger.”
“How the hell did you find out about the hit on Thomas?”
As quickly and succinctly as she could, she explained about
finding the safe-deposit key
and the packets of information and instructions Thomas had
left her.
“What was in them? Did you find something you could use?”
“I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
“On my way back from the bank, a man ran me off the road. I
thought he stopped to
help, but when I opened the door, he took the packet I had
lying on the seat. He told me if I told
anyone about what had happened, I would be killed and so
would the person I told. I believed
him.”
He’d gotten paler as he listened to her story, but what a
relief to be able to say it out
loud. For so long she’d been too terrified to tell anyone
and fearful that if she did reveal what
happened, no one would believe such a wild story. But she
saw the confirmation in Nick’s eyes.
He did believe her.
“If the packet was stolen, how do you know about Slater, or
what Thomas wanted?”
“There was a letter the man didn’t take. I’d stuffed it
inside my purse, but the other
packet was too large to fit. I’m sure the man thought he got
everything.”
“Then why run?”
“Because I opened the letter in my house and read it.”
“So?”
“Don’t you see? How would anyone even know I found the
safe-deposit key…that I was
going to the bank, unless I was being watched?”
“Someone put cameras in your house.”
“That was my only theory. And if he saw me open the letter,
he could have seen that
Thomas named the Slaters as responsible for his death. I had
to leave.”
“And you told no one?”
“No. It crossed my mind to go to one of the attorneys I’d
worked for and then I decided
against it. Thomas said trust no one.”
“Did that include me?”
“No, of course not. Thomas wanted me to take the information
to you and then disappear.
I tried calling you several times. I didn’t know you’d been
shot. I had no choice but to run.”
“I’m not saying you didn’t. I’m glad you had the good sense
to get away. But my
question is, why haven’t you tried to contact me since? If
you were following my progress, you
had to know that as soon as I could, I’d be searching like
hell for you.”
She shook her head. “It almost got you killed before. I
couldn’t take the risk of involving
you.”
“You were protecting me?”
She hadn’t thought his eyes could blaze any brighter.
“What’s wrong with that?”
Once again, he was silent, as if struggling to keep his
temper in check. This wasn’t a
Nick she recognized. She’d often thought about what she
would do when she saw him again. She
had imagined he’d give her that gentle smile that he seemed
to save especially for her. He had
been such a good friend, and she’d thought the first thing
she would do was throw herself into
his arms and hug him. But this Nick wasn’t the easygoing,
compassionate friend she’d leaned
on after Thomas’s death. This Nick frightened her a little.
So why then was her blood zinging
through her veins and her breath quickening? She was mature
and self-aware enough to know
that it wasn’t just fear. This man excited her in a way her
friend Nick never had.
“Let me get this straight. I’m a cop, with years of
experience in bringing down hardened
criminals and murderers. You’re a law student…or at least
you were.”
She straightened her shoulders. “You’re the one who got
shot. Not me.”
Instead of answering with an angry rebuttal, he closed his
eyes and rubbed the bridge of
his nose. Did he still suffer from headaches because of his
injury?
When he raised his head, a glint of amusement had replaced
his anger. “You got me
there.”
Happy to see that some of his good humor still existed, she
let the muscles in her body
relax slightly.
“If you were afraid for your life, why not just disappear
completely? That’s apparently
what Thomas wanted you to do when he gave you those
instructions.”
“The Slaters are responsible for his death. I couldn’t let
them get away with it.”
“And what do you intend to do? Make a couple of data-entry
mistakes and bring down
the empire? Or was your plan more deadly?” His eyes
flickered to the gun she now held at her
side. “Did you just plan to kill them?”
“Of course not.” Pride and anger stiffened her spine. “Mock
me all you want, but I do
have a plan.”
“And it is...?”
She chewed her lip. To a trained professional, her plan
would probably seem weak or
disorganized. She threw off her doubts. She’d given this
plan more than enough thought. It might
not be the most direct path, but she had a lifetime to succeed.
“I’m going to get as much information as I can and find a
way to destroy them.”
Nick stared hard at her for several silent, nerve-racking
seconds. She held his gaze,
refusing to flinch. He had to see her determination…that she
would not back down, no matter
what.
Finally, he huffed out a breath and said, “Then I’m in.”
“In? What do you mean?”
“I’m going to help you.”
Elation warred with panic. Having Nick’s expertise and
guidance would be a godsend.
How she had longed to call on him and ask his advice the
last few months. But she couldn’t help
but worry. She was willing to take this risk because of what
she had lost. Putting someone else at
risk, especially someone she cared for, didn’t feel right.
“I can see you have your reservations. Don’t.” Guilt
darkened his expression. “Despite
my lapse in judgment that allowed another man to die and
almost got me killed, too, I am quite
capable.”
“You feel responsible for that man’s death?”
“Hell, yes. He came to me, asking for protection. He was my
responsibility. I failed. I
won’t fail you.”
“I’m not your responsibility.”
“You’re a lot of things to me, Kennedy. But for right now,
think on this. Thomas was my
best friend. I loved him like a brother. On top of that, I
almost died because of the Slaters. I have
more than enough reasons for wanting to bring those
responsible to justice.”
She understood his reasoning. And despite her anger at his
sarcastic comments about her
training, he was right. She wasn’t trained for this…she was
going on instinct alone.
A disturbing thought came to her. “How did you find me?”
“I’ll tell you all of that later.” He glanced down at his
watch. “But for right now, we’re
due at a meeting. Do you need to freshen up before we go?”
“What kind of meeting? Where are we going?”
“We can talk on the way.”
“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me—”
She gasped as he grabbed her arm and pulled her to him.
Cupping her face in his hands,
he leaned down till his forehead touched hers. Kennedy’s
heart pounded, her knees weak. Was
he going to kiss her?
The warmth of his breath covered her face as he said in a
growly voice that sent an
electrical charge zipping up her spine. “Either go freshen
up or…”
“Or?”
He took a long, ragged breath and then dropped a kiss on her
forehead. “Just go freshen
up. Okay?”
Heat spread throughout her body. What the hell was happening
here? When had Nick
become someone that could turn her on with just the sound of
his voice? Why, from the moment
she’d seen him, had she wanted to hurl herself into his arms
and kiss that firm, unsmiling mouth?
His hands on her felt right…exciting. Was this sexual
deprivation? Maybe having had no
human contact for so long, these feelings were just a normal
reaction. So why didn’t she want
to hug him as a friend? Tell him how good it was to see him
again, like she would if it had been
Julie standing here. That wasn’t what she felt. The images
flashing through her mind had nothing
to do with a platonic friendship.
“What’s wrong?” He dropped his hands and stepped back…was
now looking at her
quizzically.
What would he do if he knew her thoughts? Would he be
surprised? Maybe embarrassed
for her? To him, she was Kennedy, his best friend’s widow.
She needed to remember that.
“Nothing’s wrong. Guess I’m still startled by all of this.”
Something gentle, like the old Nick, flashed in his eyes.
“Go freshen up. We need to
leave soon.”
Questions trembled on her lips, but instead of asking them,
Kennedy turned to her
bedroom. He’d made it clear he wasn’t going to tell her
anything until they were in the car.
The sooner they left, the sooner she could find out how he
had found her and, more important,
how he planned to help her bring the Slater family to
justice. These incredibly odd feelings he
invoked in her would have to be explored later.