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Nadine Mackay Grace and Dayle Mackay were vipers apart; when together, the destruction they could cause had destroyed more than one life.
“Hell,” Dawg cursed. “Dayle’s already disowned Natches. What more could he do to him?”
“I just wish I knew for sure it was Natches they were targeting. ” Rowdy sighed. “I don’t know what the hell’s up, Dawg, but it’s not feeling good. ”
Hell, no, it wasn’t. Dawg could feel his teeth clenching and his neck itching. Those two things were a surefire warning that shit was coming down.
“Fallback position?” Dawg murmured.
“I have you covered,” Rowdy answered.
Dawg had explained Crista’s presence at the warehouse as well as the risk that Crista could be identified as part of the group attempting to sell the missiles.
Their fallback position was clear: Rowdy and Natches would hold the line, while Dawg pulled Crista into the mountains to an old, hidden hunter’s cabin they had found years before as teenagers. No one knew about the cabin but the three cousins, and it would be the ideal place to hide Crista until they figured out the best way to protect her. Or until Alex and his group returned from wherever the hell they were.
“I’m going to put out a call to Alex’s contact,” Dawg muttered then, hating the need for that. He had hoped to be able to avoid contacting Alex. “We need to let him know Crista could be in trouble before it’s too late. ”
Rowdy nodded, then glanced back to where Natches leaned against the sedan farther down the street, obviously arguing with Agent Dane.
“When was the last time you saw Natches argue with anyone?” Rowdy asked.
Dawg glanced at his cousin and grinned. “The last time Greta spoke to him. ”
“Interesting. ”
“Damn interesting,” Dawg agreed as he pulled his cell phone from the holder at his belt and flipped it open. It took only a second to hit the speed dial number that connected with Alex’s contact.
“Leave a message. ” The voice was cold, hard.
Dawg said one word. “Crista. ” Then disconnected the call. Within hours Alex would know things had the potential to go from sugar to shit with his sister in a very short time.
And then he propped himself against the hood of the truck and glanced at the front door of the spa. Crista was inside, possibly getting the intimate waxing he had spent so long that morning talking her into.
His body tensed, lust rose sharp and painful inside him, hardening his dick in an instant.
God help Cranston if he messed with Dawg’s fun later that evening. He had waited years, hell, Dawg felt as though he had waited all his life for this. The man or woman who dared to mess with it would pay. Painfully.
Being intimately bald was a curiously disconcerting feeling, Crista thought as she rode beside Dawg several hours later toward the surprise he had promised her.
In the backseat, a covered wicker basket emitted the succulent scent of fresh fried chicken from beneath the large checkered tablecloth secured over the top of the lid.
There was also a new addition to the back of the truck. On the rack hanging on the window stretched a rifle. It hadn’t been there when she had gone into the spa, but it was there now.
And Dawg was testy. He kept checking the rearview mirror, taking turns, and using back roads she hadn’t known existed.
“Are we being followed?” Not for the first time, she turned and looked behind them.
“Yep. ” Taciturn and too soft for comfort, his tone did little for the nerves beginning to build in her stomach.
“I don’t see anyone. ”
“They’re staying far enough back to stay out of sight,” he said as he took another turn. “I’m just getting far enough ahead of them to pull over and trash their tracker. ” A grin stretched his lips. A dangerous grin. “I want to get them good and lost first. ”
“There’s a tracker on the truck?” Her voice shook, but hell, it wasn’t every day she realized she was being tracked. Being followed would be bad enough.
“Hang on,” he warned. And not a moment too soon. The truck came to a rocking stop.
Jumping out, Dawg strode quickly behind the truck, bent from sight, and seconds later straightened and ran back to the driver’s side. Jumping in, he threw the truck in gear, flashed her a smile that was less dangerous and more filled with fun, before tossing an electronic disc out the window and speeding away.
Crista stared around the area they were in. They were deep in the mountains, and evening was coming on. Even she couldn’t find her way back to town from here.
“You’re going to let someone get trapped in these mountains in the dark?” she asked carefully.
“Who is it?”
“A friend. ” He chuckled.
“You’re going to get a friend lost in these mountains?” she asked in disbelief. “Dawg, your friends don’t get lost that easily,” she pointed out.
“Most don’t. ” He nodded on another low laugh. The playful grin on his face reminded her of a little boy into mischief. “This friend is city, though. Don’t worry, Natches is riding close to her ass, and he
’ll take care of her. ”
“Natches?” She wouldn’t trust Natches in a well-lit room filled with saints, let alone on a dark mountain. “You’re leaving some poor, unsuspecting woman stuck here with Natches? What did she do to make you angry?”
That canceled out any bad-guy types.
“She’s spying on me. ” The flash of his teeth against his sun darkened skin was playful and sexy.
“For some reason, the special agent in charge of the arrests last week has a tail on you, sweetheart.
Usually, I wouldn’t care, but I have plans today. Plans that don’t include watching eyes. ”
His brows waggled over the top of his dark sunglasses.
Plans that didn’t include watching eyes? Crista felt her heart race further than it was already after he mentioned that she was being followed rather than him.
“Why is she interested in me?” She could feel the fear clogging her throat.
“I don’t know yet. ” He shook his head briefly before turning back onto one of the wider country roads and accelerating along the blacktop. “I tried to call her boss, but he’s not taking his calls right now.
He’ll let me know eventually. ”
“He knows I was there,” she whispered. “Are they going to arrest me?”
“No one is going to arrest you, Crista,” he growled. “I have another call out to Alex. A contact number I doubt you had. He should be calling us soon. Until then, we’re just waiting to see what’s happening and playing with the fools sent to watch you. ”
“Your boss doesn’t trust you anymore then,” she said worriedly. “They could arrest you, too, Dawg. ”
“Stop worrying. ”
Stop worrying?
“One of us should worry here,” she gritted out. “Dawg, if he’s got someone watching me, then he thinks I was involved. ”
“If he had proof, he would have had you arrested at the spa. He wouldn’t have someone watching you. Not to say that he’s not suspicious. But Cranston doesn’t make a move without proof. He doesn’t have proof. ”
Crista bit her lip, chewing at it worriedly as she watched the road ahead of her.
“You sound certain. ” She needed him to be certain.
“I know Cranston. But I am interested in what is going on. Natches should be able to figure that one out; then we’ll figure out where we go from here. ”
“The note was in the Rodeo,” she whispered. “I left it there. I know it was in there. I was going to look for it, but you kept dragging me away from it. ” And then it had blown up.
“Don’t worry about it. ” His voice became more clipped as he turned up another road, a graveled road rather than dirt.
Pristine white fences ran along
the side of the road. A few dozen cattle meandered in thickly grassed pastures, their heads lifting curiously as the truck sped down the road.
“I do worry about it. That was the only proof I had. ”
Dawg knew that. Just as he knew that proof was safely locked away in his safe.
It was hidden. Just in case. But damn, telling Crista he had it all along was going to piss her clean off. That wasn’t what he wanted today.
He would tell her tomorrow. He wasn’t letting anything interfere in his appreciation of her slick, honeyed flesh when the time came.
Just a few more hours. Six hours at the most, and the sensitivity of the delicate flesh that had been waxed should be back to normal. The spa, Kelly swore, had the best technicians in the business, and the emollients they used after the waxing soothed the irritated flesh immediately.
He would tell her about the note tomorrow. The letterhead of the delivery company, the date, and note would help. Unfortunately, it hadn’t been signed by the delivery person. At least the handwriting on the note definitely wasn’t Crista’s.
That added to the fact that even with Natches’s contacts, computer abilities, and general sneakiness, he couldn’t find so much as a spare penny in Crista’s name in the house she shared with Alex or anywhere related to her. And he had spent the better part of the past days searching for it.
Crista wasn’t the money girl, the lone female that had taken the buyers’ million dollars, supposedly in the thieves’ interest.
The men in custody hadn’t named her, but Dawg hadn’t been able to interrogate them, either. And he was damned sure it wasn’t Crista.
Where had that trust come from? That question rolled through him as he passed the cattle guard in the road that led to the property he had been working on for years now.
The land, over two hundred acres of woodland and pastures, was bordered by an arm of Lake Cumberland. The sprawling two-story log cabin he had begun building the summer before sat on the rise overlooking the lake, surrounded on three sides by fir, oak, and maple trees. The ranch yard was surrounded by the same white fences that stretched along the road. Stables sat a quarter mile to the left, and the barn and tractor sheds to the right. All the buildings were placed so that they were protected on three sides by the dense woods that surrounded the area.
The little coves of cleared land that had been created inside the tree line gave the land a natural, peaceful appearance. It also pleased his need for space and privacy.
This was Dawg’s. Bought by the money he saved while in the Marines and then the ATF, along with part of the profits from the lumber store in the past four years. It wasn’t bought from his father’s inheritance, and it wasn’t tied to memories of his parents.
It was his. Just his. Just as Crista was.
“Stop worrying. ” He glanced at her and saw the frown on her face. “No one knows we’re here.
Hell, no one in Somerset but Natches, Rowdy, and Kelly even knows about this place. ”
“Where are we, anyway?”
“Jabez. We’re still in Pulaski County. You can see the lake from the back, but it’s a small distance to it. ”
Dawg stepped from the truck before opening the back side door and dragging out the picnic basket.
“You coming?” He looked over the top of the sunglasses, and that look sizzled. “There’s a nice little clearing out back where we can picnic. I’ll show you the house first, though. ”
Crista stepped from the truck and stared at the house. The dark logs helped it blend into the trees around it, as did the dark brown color of the tin roof. A porch surrounded it, as did a balcony on the top floor.
“I’m having a hot tub installed on the balcony outside the master bedroom on the back. ” He swept his hand toward the house as he met her at the front of the truck. “When the inside is finished, I’ll probably bring the Nauti Dawg out and tie her up to the dock where I managed to buy permission to build on the shoreline. ”