Bare It All (6 page)

Reese watched as Cash rolled to his back in a patch of clover.
“All right. I’ll tell you what I know so far. But understand this, Rowdy. She’s
off-limits.”

“To me?”

God, he despised declaring himself. If this wasn’t so
important, he wouldn’t. “It’s nothing personal against you,” Reese clarified.
“Far as I’m concerned, she’s off-limits to every guy other than me.”

After Rowdy finished laughing, Reese told him about the
kidnapping. They were both grim as death when they parted ways.

* * *

A
LICE
STARED
OUT
the passenger window, watching
the wind bend trees, the rain flood the streets. The windshield wipers beat a
frantic rhythm, and the defroster worked overtime.

She’d been halfway to Reese’s car when the skies opened up and
sent a deluge to soak her before she could even attempt to open an umbrella.
Combing her hair now would be pointless. Already it started to curl.

Luckily she didn’t wear makeup, or it’d be everywhere.

She’d changed into simple, plain ballet flats and a dark print
summer dress that should have been modest and comfortable. But now wet, it kept
trying to cling to her breasts, her belly, her thighs. Chills rose on her arms
despite the warmth of the interior.

She loved it.

Often when out and about, she couldn’t relax. She stayed too
busy watching for threats, observing everyone and everything. She wondered how
those people could be so different from her.

And she wondered if evil blended in with the mundane.

Right beneath the noses of the unsuspecting public, people were
grabbed. Taken away. Mistreated. Abused.

Forced to do things they didn’t want to do.

Never again would she be unaware of her surroundings. She
stayed vigilant, for herself and for others.

Right now, though, on this stormy afternoon, few people could
be seen. Even better, she was safe and sound in a car with the impressive
Detective Reese Bareden.

Lightning seared the sky ahead of them, ramping up the downpour
from a shower to a thunderstorm.

Feeling content, a little lazy and all too comfortable despite
the weather and her drenched appearance, she sighed. “I love storms.” She’d
always found them sexy. Peaceful. A sign of fresh renewal.

Strung too tight, Reese muttered, “Me, too.”

He slowed as a woman, holding a little boy’s hand, dashed
across the street. She almost lost her umbrella beneath a gust of wind. The kid
laughed as he deliberately stomped in deep puddles. The poor woman was not
amused.

Alice watched them hurry into a restaurant. She realized she
was smiling.

“You like children?”

She redirected her smile at Reese. He, too, had gotten soaked
to the skin. His dark polo shirt stuck to his broad, solid shoulders and chest.
He’d pushed back his wet hair, leaving it in sexy disarray. His lashes clumped
together over his bright green eyes.

“I love them.” What would Reese’s children look like? They’d be
tall and no doubt blond. Surely confident and happy, like their dad.

“You don’t have any?”

She shook off fanciful daydreams. “No, of course not.” What did
he think? That she’d abandoned a child somewhere? That she would live apart from
her child? “I’ve never been married, or even in a serious relationship. I mean,
not that serious.” Not since the kidnapping had she even looked at a man with
interest. “One day I’d like to have kids of my own, though.”

“Boys or girls?”

“It wouldn’t matter to me.” The skies darkened with the storm
so that it felt like early evening. Headlights danced over the rain-washed road
and reflected off the wet surfaces of signs, buildings and other cars. “I
thought men didn’t like to talk about stuff like that.”

“Stuff like what?”

He’d turned that back around on her, so she sought the right
words. “You know what I mean. Things so personal. So...intimate.”

“Intimate?” Reese kept his gaze on the road.

If he wanted to discuss it, fine. “Talking about children
usually suggests a committed, caring relationship.”

A muscle ticked in his jaw. “I like talking with you about
anything.”

Could that possibly be true? She couldn’t miss the stiff set of
his shoulders, how his hands gripped the wheel. Something wasn’t right, but
unlike with most people, she often had difficulty reading his moods and
thoughts. “You’re upset?”

“What? No.” He shifted, trying to relax.

Alice studied him. “Would you fib to me, Reese?”

The seconds ticked by. It almost felt like he held his
breath—and then he admitted, “If necessary, yeah, I would.”

His honesty pleased her. She smiled at him to let him know.

Confused, he worked his jaw. “You want me to lie to you?”

“I don’t think you would, not about anything important.” She
tipped her head. “You say you’re not upset?”

“I’m not.”

How wonderful would it be to totally trust another man? Did she
dare? “Then what’s wrong?”

His laugh was short and rough. “Nothing.”

Something. Maybe she needed more information to figure him out.
“Reese?”

“Hmm?”

“You’ve kissed me a few times now.”

“Yeah.” His voice went deep and dark. “And you liked it.”

Such confidence, and such knowledge of women. Could a man be
any sexier? “I did,” she admitted. “I hope you’ll want to kiss me again.”

“Count on it.” He glanced her way. “But next time, it’ll be
more.”

He said that with so much heat, it stole her breath. “The thing
is...I’m not sure I’m ready for more than that. Not yet, anyway.”

He shook his head. “No, I meant... The way I kissed you was
hardly a kiss at all.” Again he glanced at her, then down over her body before
giving his attention back to the slick road. “I want to really taste you, Alice.
I want to feel your tongue...” He inhaled, shifted. “I want
more
of a kiss.”

“Oh.” The damp dress suddenly felt restrictive, especially over
her breasts. She had the awful suspicion that Reese could see the outline of her
stiffened nipples. “Yes, I’d like that.”
A lot.

“Good to know.”

Thinking about it now, she wondered why steam didn’t rise in
the car. She plucked at the material of her dress, trying to rearrange it a
little, but it was a futile effort, so she gave up. “I need you to understand,
though. If you want to sleep with me—”

“No way can you have a doubt about that.”

Her heart swelled. No, she didn’t really have any doubts.
“Thank you.” Her eyes rounded after she uttered those absurd words. Had she
really thanked him for wanting her? Oh, God, yes, she had.

Reese grinned. “You’re welcome.”

She had to clear her throat twice before speaking again. “The
thing is, I’ll need some time. I’ve already made it clear that I’m
interested—”

“You are? Great. I thought so, but I appreciate the
confirmation all the same.”

Worse and worse.
Get to the point,
Alice.
“I didn’t want to confuse things, or lead you on.”

“Okay.”

His easy compliance only rattled her more. “I’d understand if
you’d rather not wait for me. For me...to be ready, I mean.” With every word,
she sounded more ridiculous. “I don’t know how long it’ll take me, if it’ll be
tomorrow, or next week, or maybe even a month from now—”

All humor fled his expression. “Alice.”

“—and I know you have other options. Pam and Nikki made that
clear enough. You’re obviously a very...sexual man.”

“Like all men, sure. But that doesn’t mean—”

Unwilling to hear him make excuses for her, she rushed on. “I
don’t mean to make things uncomfortable. I wish I was different, but I’m
not.”

“Alice.” He reached for her hand, but she pulled away.

Lacing her fingers together in her lap, she stared out the
windshield and tried to get it all said. “Even though you seem to have some
interest in me now—”

“A lot of interest, actually.”

“I’m not like most women.” And she was glad other women were
different, because she wouldn’t wish her ordeals on anyone. “I can’t just—”

“Be quiet, Alice.”

The order got her back up, and pretty much guaranteed she
couldn’t go quiet. “I don’t take orders from anyone!” Here she was, doing her
best to be clear and up front with him, and he—

“Think of it as a request,” he snarled.

He dared to sound angry! That annoyed her enough that she
forgot her disjointed explanations on her possible hang-ups. “Maybe I would if
you couched it that way.”

“
Please
be still a moment, Alice.
Let me think.”

She pressed her lips together, but it wasn’t easy to stay
silent, especially when more than a full minute passed.

Finally he said, “If we’re laying it all out there, then fine,
I want you. You know that. Every damned time I’m near you I get hard, so it’d be
impossible for you to miss.”

She was just irked enough to say, “Braggart.” The accusation
came out before she could censor herself.

“I wasn’t...” He scowled at her, but the scowl lifted into a
crooked smile. “It
is
noticeable, and you know
it.”

More subdued—and on the verge of grinning herself—Alice nodded.
“Yes.” Most definitely, very noticeable.

“It’s insane.” This time when he reached for her hand, she
accepted the gesture. His hand was big and warm, holding hers securely. “There’s
something unique, something very special about you.”

She would have called it odd.

“But I’m not a kid who can’t control himself. And now, knowing
you were kidnapped...” His hand tightened. “The last thing I ever want to do is
pressure you, or make you uneasy.”

There went her grin. Ice expanded inside her, cramping her
stomach. “Please don’t pity me, Reese.” She could take just about anything but
that.

He made a rude sound. “Trust me, Alice, pity for a woman
doesn’t get me jacked.” He released her to steer around a corner, onto a
quieter, more suburban street. “I see you and I react. Can’t help it. I also
can’t ignore what you told me.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“That you were kidnapped? The hell it doesn’t. I need to know
what happened, if that’s the reason you’re reserved now. If it’s something
else—”

“I wasn’t raped.” She startled him with that blurted
statement.

He swallowed hard, nodded. “I’m glad.”

“But it was ugly, and awful and...” How much should she tell
him? As a cop, he could find out some details on his own, so maybe she could
just expand on that. She lifted a hand toward him and realized she was shaking.
She tucked it back toward her lap. “It was a while before I managed to get
away.”

“Days?” He worked his jaw. “Weeks?”

She shook her head, unable to admit the truth. “The important
thing is that I
did
get freed, and now...I don’t
know. If I’m hesitant, it’s because I haven’t felt like a woman for a very long
time, and I haven’t been that aware of men except to avoid them.” She studied
his strong profile and whispered, “Until you.”

“And my dog.”

Humor wormed its way in past her bleak memories. “Yes, and your
dog.”

“Thank God for Cash.”

That sentiment nearly brought tears to her eyes. “I’m sure he
feels the same way about you.” After all, Reese had rescued Cash from sure
death. But she didn’t want him to rescue her from her self-imposed isolation and
uncertainty.

She would rescue herself.

Putting her shoulders back, she faced him. “I might need a
little time to adjust, but I want to give you whatever you want from me.”

He accepted that with a nod. “I want everything.”

Her mouth opened twice before she managed to squeak out, “Oh.
Okay, then.”

“While we get things back in order, I’m going to stay with
you.” He pulled up to a stop sign. “I want to have sex, Alice, that’s a given,
but I also want you to want it.”

Never had she imagined this conversation. But then, never had
she imagined wanting a man again. Not after everything else that had happened in
her life. “Okay.”

“While you’re being so agreeable...” He pulled the car away
again. “I don’t want anything to do with Pam or Nikki or, currently, any other
woman. So, get that out of your head.” He gave her a hard glance. “And I don’t
want you involved with any other guys either.”

That struck her as hilarious, and the laugh bubbled out before
she could stop it. When he looked more murderous, she pursed her mouth to hold
in the humor.

“Promise me.”

“You have my word.”

“Good.” The car slowed again. “We can work on everything else,
take it one step at a time. Starting with that deeper kiss. Sound good?”

Better than good. Her breathing hitched. “I... Yes.”

He stopped the car, turned in the seat to face her. His gaze
went all over her, narrowing on her breasts, her belly. Reaching out, he touched
her cheek, smoothed back a hank of damp hair.

Breath bated, she waited for the promised kiss.

“Alice?”

“Hmm?”

“It sucks, believe me, but we’re here.”

“Here?” She looked up, and sure enough, he’d pulled into the
drive of an impressive house, right up next to an expansive three-car garage.
Only a few feet separated her from a nice overhang.

She’d forgotten where they were going!

“Buck up, sweetheart. We won’t stay long.” And then, while the
rain continued to pound down, Reese took the umbrella from the floor, opened it
as he left the car and circled around to her side.

CHAPTER SIX

L
EAVING
THE
UMBRELLA
by
the door, Reese allowed Pepper to usher them along the foyer to the living room,
but drew up short at the sight of Logan sitting on the couch, his feet propped
up on the coffee table, a pillow behind him and a throw over his lap. He knew
Pepper had likely arranged his friend there, exactly like that, and he
laughed.

Logan scowled. “I’d hate to see you have to turn around and
leave again in this storm.”

“Surely even Pepper wouldn’t be that cruel.”

Pepper said, “Ha-ha,” at the same time Logan promised, “No, but
I would.”

“He doesn’t like being sick,” Pepper explained.

“I’m
not
sick, damn it.”

“Wounded, then,” Pepper snapped right back. “You heard what the
doctor said. You have to take it easy.”

“I’m seeing a whole new side to her personality.” Logan pushed
the throw away from his legs. “She didn’t want to let me out of the bed even for
company.”

“And you’re complaining?” Reese tsked. “From what I remember,
that’s where she always wanted to keep you.”

Pepper cracked a smile. “He’ll be more agreeable to that again
after his arm is healed.”

“No doubt.”

“I’d be agreeable now,” Logan grumbled, “if you’d only—”

Pepper smashed her fingers over his mouth. “Behave.”

Stepping out from behind Reese, Alice said, “Thank you for
allowing us to visit.” She slipped off her shoes and placed them at the edge of
the foyer rug. “I’m relieved to see you both in such good spirits.”

Logan’s attention shifted to her and locked there.

Even though Reese already knew what he’d see, he looked at
Alice, too. The visual packed quite a punch.

Her usual persona was starched and standoffish, prim and
proper.

But getting drenched had taken care of that.

With pink cheeks, tangled hair and dewy skin, her sweet summer
dress outlining every understated curve on her willowy body, she resembled the
woman from his dream.

No way around it, she was sexy as hell.

And damn it, Logan saw it, too.

“You might want to go dry off some,” Reese told her. “Bathroom
is all the way at the end of the hall, past the stairs and the entry to the
kitchen, last door on your right.”

“Of course.” She put a hand to her hair. “There’s a towel in
there I can use?”

Logan continued to stare, so Alice shifted her attention to
Pepper.

Belatedly Pepper shook off her surprise. “Sorry. I’m new here
myself, so I’m not sure where everything is.” She nudged Logan.

He still looked thunderstruck but managed a reply. “In the
linen closet across from the bathroom.” His gaze dipped over her once, then shot
back to her face. “Help yourself to whatever you need.”

Reese understood why both Pepper and Logan stared. Did Alice
have any idea of the picture she presented?

Doubtful, since she smiled without a care. “Thank you.”

As she walked off, they craned their necks to stare after
her.

Annoyed, Reese toed off his own soaked shoes and strode over to
Logan. “Knock it off already.”

Logan blinked. “Damn, man, seeing her so wet—”

Every muscle on Reese’s body clenched. He leaned toward Logan.
“If you weren’t already injured, I’d—”

In the middle of his threat, Pepper reached past Logan’s
bandaged arm to pop him in the other shoulder.

“Ow!” He jumped and then sucked in a breath at the pain it
caused. “Damn it.”

Devastated over what she’d done, Pepper petted him. “I’m sorry,
but you were ogling her.”

Logan gritted his teeth, then just as quickly tried to remove
the discomfort from his expression.

Reese winced for him. Sure, Logan was manning up, trying not to
make a big deal out of being shot, but any movement hurt, no two ways about
that. He rubbed his own thigh in remembrance.

After a few metered breaths, Logan caught Pepper’s hand and
kissed her knuckles. “I wasn’t ogling, honey, just making a surprised
observation.”

“An unnecessary one,” Pepper insisted, unappeased. She tried to
free herself.

Logan held on. “You were staring, too.”

“I’m allowed.”

Reese had to laugh. He saw a lot of fireworks in Logan’s
future.

Keeping Pepper contained, Logan slanted a look at Reese.
“Seriously, Reese, you realize I was commenting on clothes and hair, right? I
didn’t mean wet as in—”

Reese cut off the half-baked, smirking explanation before
Pepper killed him. He seated himself, saying, “Rowdy came to see her today.”

Logan’s eyebrows shot up. “You don’t say.” He was so surprised
that he loosened his hold on Pepper. “Why?”

Bristling again, she pulled away to pace. “Not for the reason
you’re thinking.”

“It might shock you, honey, but you don’t always know what I’m
thinking.”

“Baloney.” Pepper crossed her arms. “You’re thinking Rowdy was
there to hit on her, but you’re wrong.”

“I don’t know about that.” Reese didn’t like having Pepper at
his back. In the time he’d known her, he’d found her to be very unpredictable—as
just evidenced by the way she’d set Logan up like a pampered sheik, then punched
him in the shoulder. Her life had been unconventional, and her reactions were
often the same.

She rounded on Reese. “Alice isn’t his type.”

Using his uninjured arm, Logan caught her elbow and pulled her
back around and down beside him.

Appreciating that, Reese relaxed again. “You’re that sure you
know his type?”

“Bet on it.” She thought about it a second. “I’m guessing he’s
worried about her and wants to protect her. Yesterday was...well, it wasn’t
something most people would take in stride. But she did.”

“Yeah.” Reese watched for Alice’s return. “That’s what Rowdy
said.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Then that’s what it is. My brother wouldn’t
lie about it.”

Reese held up both hands. “Stand down, Pepper. I wasn’t
maligning your brother.” Although in the recent past, he’d maligned both
siblings more than enough to justify her current abrasive attitude.

“No, he was just exhibiting some possessiveness.” Logan
grinned. “Isn’t that right, Reese?”

Reese shrugged, refusing to be baited into confessions, and
instead concentrated on Pepper. “I thought you and I had come to a friendly
cease-fire.”

“Poor Reese. Am I firing at you?”

“No, but you’re not currently armed either.” Thank God. “So
what do you say?”

“You know you can blame all past transgressions on him being a
cop.” Logan squeezed her shoulder. “A good cop is always suspicious of
everyone.”

“Maybe,” Pepper conceded. Again leaving her seat, she
approached Reese. “It’s mostly because you’re Logan’s friend that you can
consider yourself on probationary forgiveness. But not if you start insulting my
brother.”

“Glad to hear it—because I like you and Rowdy both.” He held up
a hand to stall her from getting any closer. “It’s true. And I especially like
that you make Logan happy.”

Logan, who looked anything but happy in that moment, again
snagged Pepper to his side.

“But fondness aside, if Alice needs protection, I’ll protect
her.”

“Who said anything about protection?” Logan shifted, struggled
to hide a flinch from Pepper, and settled into his seat again. “Worrying about
and protecting a woman are two different things.”

“But in Pepper’s case, it required both.”

After a long look, Pepper snorted. “Men are all the same.”

“Obviously not,” Reese denied, “but if you want to keep that
narrow view, I won’t debate it with you.”

Logan groaned.

“So much for our truce.” Pepper pushed once more to her feet.
“I think I’ll go check on Alice.”

Damn it. Why was it he couldn’t be around Pepper without
sniping? Reese got to his feet, too. He even dared to catch Pepper’s arm. “I
like matching wits with you, Pepper, I really do.”

“Is that what you were doing?”

“But if you’re going to get pissed every time, it takes the fun
out of it.”

“Far as apologies go, that was totally lame.”

“Maybe because I wasn’t—”

She patted his face—a little more firmly than necessary. “Don’t
sweat it. I’ll let you off the hook this time, but only because we’re all still
out of sorts today.”

“I’m not out of sorts,” Logan denied.

“Me either,” Reese said.

Pepper rolled her eyes and said again, with more feeling,
“Men!”

Reese waited until she’d left the room before he dropped into
his seat tiredly. “Jesus, but she’s right, Logan.” He rubbed his face. “I’m on
the ragged edge, here. Not enough sleep, a trashed apartment and...” He
hesitated, but he trusted Logan enough that he had to bring him in. “Alice told
me she was once kidnapped.”

Logan sat forward, his injury forgotten. “When? Who?”

He shook his head. “She doesn’t want to share the details, but
she says she wasn’t raped.”

Silence filled the room for a moment until Logan asked quietly,
“You believe her?”

“I don’t know. I hope that’s true. But whatever happened, it
changed her life.” He met Logan’s concerned gaze. “One way or another, I need to
find out everything.”

Logan agreed. “She’s still afraid.”

Reese knew Logan was harking back to the moment Alice had
walked into his apartment with the gun in her hand.
Sometimes it’s better when they’re dead.
Never would he forget how
she’d said that, the expression on her face at that moment. Reese closed his
eyes, sick with some anomalous need. “I don’t have much to go on, but I think
it’s possible the threat is still around.”

“That’s why Rowdy visited her?”

No astute man would miss the aura of fear surrounding Alice
like a fragile veil. “He suspected things, same as I did.” Reese stared toward
the hall. What was keeping Alice?

“She’s safe with Rowdy, you know that, right?” Logan fidgeted,
trying to get comfortable. “He’s something of a lost soul, but he’s not abusive,
especially not to women.”

“A lost soul?” What a lot of melodrama—but in Rowdy’s case,
apt. “He’s been so used to looming over his sister, he probably needs a new
target now just to keep himself occupied.” He glanced at Logan. “Since you’ve
usurped his position and all.”

“He says he understands, and I know he’s happy for Pepper.”
Logan eased back again with a sigh. “Once we’re married we can all get settled
into being related.”

Reese moved away to look down the hall, but the bathroom door
remained closed. Was Pepper in there with Alice now? What the hell were they
talking about for so long? “At first I didn’t like Rowdy sniffing around, but as
you said, that was based off jealousy.”

Logan stared at him in disbelief. “You admit it?”

“It is what it is.” And he felt very possessive where Alice was
concerned. “And since I can’t always be there with her, it’s nice to know Rowdy
can keep an eye out, too.” He’d spent the past few years doing just that for his
sister. He and Pepper were as close as siblings could be.

They were steadfast people, unique but with a good moral
compass. “She’s been getting by on her own just fine, but now she won’t have
to.” Whether or not Alice would appreciate the intrusion, Reese didn’t know—and
that was a good reason not to tell her just yet.

“God knows I’ll have plenty of downtime, so I’ll need a way to
keep from going nuts.” Logan cautiously flexed his injured arm. “Tell me how I
can help.”

* * *

W
HILE
A
LICE
WORKED
a
comb through her tangled hair, Pepper sat on the side of the tub, visiting. She
wasn’t a chatty woman, Alice noted. Not intrusive either. She was just...there.
Friendly but quiet. Interested but not nosey.

“This is hopeless.” Alice put the comb aside and smoothed her
hair with her hands. It was neatly parted again, but continued to pull into wild
waves. Making a face at herself in the mirror, she said, “It doesn’t really
matter, anyway. We’re going to get soaked again when we leave.”

Pepper studied her. “You want some warm tea or something?” Then
she looked struck. “That is, if Logan has tea.” She fingered a thick decorative
towel over the towel bar. “I haven’t even looked at the whole house yet.”

“I’m sure you had other things on your mind by the time you got
here from the hospital.”

Pepper nodded, swallowed hard, then closed her eyes. “I could
have lost him.”

“But you didn’t.” Quickly, Alice sat beside Pepper. She’d done
what she could to dry her dress, but it still stuck to her body in a very
unattractive way. “I’m sorry he got injured, but I’m so thankful he showed up to
help.” Imagining what might have happened otherwise was too painful.

“Me, too.” Pepper glanced at her, smiled and looked around.
“You realize we’re sitting in a bathroom talking.”

Alice grinned. “I know. But I’m not in a big hurry to join the
men.” Not while she still resembled a drowned rat.

“Me either.” Pepper tipped her head, watching Alice. “Thank God
you keep weapons. Yesterday, Logan might not have been as successful
otherwise.”

“Do you?”

She snorted. “Damn right. Rowdy’s always insisted. He even
taught me how to shoot.” She eyed Alice in speculation. “Are you a good
shot?”

“Good enough.” She could hit what she aimed at. “I go to target
practice once a month.”

That pleased Pepper. “Really? Maybe we could go together some
time.”

Just days ago, Alice would have avoided that much involvement
with another person, but now...she liked the idea, and she liked Pepper Yates.
“That’d be terrific.”

Pepper beamed at her. “Not to jump all over you or anything,
but do you think you’d like to attend our wedding, too? You saved us yesterday,
so it’d be appropriate.”

Saved them? “Oh, I didn’t—”