Hot in Handcuffs: Three Novellas of Erotic Capture

  “I still get hard thinking about the things we did. Your mouth and hands on me…the noises you make—”

  “What the fuck does that have to do with Dani?” Her sister wasn’t like her. She had been softer, sweeter. Sex had been highly personal for her. Darcy enjoyed sex for sex; Dani had equated sex with emotional commitment.

  “She stopped by my house one night. Dressed like you, smelling like you. She came on to me like a freight train. I couldn’t help but think of you.”

  “Oh my God…” Darcy turned away, feeling sick.

  “I know you don’t believe me. You’re thinking Dani wasn’t like that. She was the quiet one, the good girl. But she wasn’t that way after you left. It was as if she wanted to be you.”

  She barked out a humorless laugh. “Please. Dani was perfectly happy being Dani.”

  He grabbed her by the arm, squeezing hard enough to bruise her, yanking her back around. His face was so hard and furious she recoiled from it.

  “Hey,” Jim yelled from the porch. “Watch it, Miller.”

  “I wasn’t the only one banging her,” Chris bit out, releasing her. “Because I’m not the one who knocked her up.”

  She slapped him before she knew she was going to.

  “You won’t want to do that again.” His voice was low and deep, his gaze dark and hot. The imprint of her hand glowed red on his cheek, intensifying the look of fury on his face.

  Her tummy quivered with fear.

  “There was someone else,” he insisted. “I gave her what she wanted that night and once more afterward. That was enough for me. She wasn’t you, couldn’t even come close. It was done and over long before six weeks prior to her death.”

  “You’re an asshole. A Grade A prick.”

  “For taking what was thrown in my face? Repeatedly? Does it make you feel better to lie to yourself?”

  “Nothing can make this better.” She backed away.

  “Don’t fucking look at me like that.” He stepped closer. “You know me. You know I couldn’t do what was done to her.”

  The awful thing was, she couldn’t imagine anyone she knew hurting Darcy the way she’d been hurt. But what did she really know about anyone, if Chris could’ve hidden this from her?

  Jim came up beside her, his hand gently gripping her elbow. “You should go now, Sheriff,” he said grimly. “Go find Deputy Cameron and tell him what he needs to know.”

  “Darcy…” Chris stared at her for a long minute, then cursed under his breath. “We’re going to talk about this. We need to talk about this.”

  She turned her back on him and walked to the house.

  “THAT’S THE WACKIEST theory I’ve heard in a long time,” Trish said bluntly. “Maybe ever. You’re trying to pin first-degree murder and arson on the same subject, with years in between crimes. It’s highly unlikely.”

  Jared met her gaze and nodded grimly. “I know. But there are connections. After looking over Kelley’s notes, I found out Danielle’s obstetrician’s office is catty-corner to the phone booth where the tip came in for the shelter fire.”

  “Could be coincidence.” She sat back in her chair at the small table in her motel room and rubbed the back of her neck, her dark eyes capped with a frown. “Think of the premeditation required to copy both the Prophet’s and Merkerson’s MOs.”

  “I’ve requested a cross-check of library lendings of true crime stories on both. It’s a long shot, but at least we’ll tie off that thread.” He looked at his laptop screen and the case files Kelley had sent his way. “There was DNA from the fetus, but not one man in this town—regardless of age—volunteered a sample to rule himself out. Not one? And no probable cause on anyone to justify a warrant, because no one pointed a finger anywhere. Everyone knows everyone’s business in this town, but not who’s intimate with the vet, a woman who’s lived here her whole life?”

  “They don’t believe he’s one of them. Everyone’s innocent, so there’s no one to be guilty.” She sighed and grabbed another slice of pizza out of the box they’d tossed on the bed. “Small towns. When everyone knows everyone else’s business, they can’t believe there’s something they don’t know.”

  “You sound like you speak from experience.”

  “I grew up in a small town. Some things are universal.”

  He filed that information away for further pondering. “Our subject has no imagination. He hasn’t been thinking about killing and burning for years, as we’d expect, or he’d have his own pattern, his own style. Instead he has to borrow someone else’s, right down to the tiniest details. And when he’s done what he set out to do, he puts the urge away. Goes back to being himself. Forgets about it. Because he’s crazy as a loon, but his crazy doesn’t eat at him every day. Something has to set it off.”

  “So we need to figure out what set him off. Maybe it was the baby the first time around. Maybe the guy’s married. That’s why they kept the relationship under wraps. I’ll look up the men in this town who were married at the time and see what shakes loose.”

  He looked up at her. “We also need to find out what happened in the last year or so that set off the fires, with a cushion for the learning curve required to build those incendiary devices. Then we can try and tie that back to the murder. I’ve already started searching through the local paper’s archived articles on the web, but they didn’t have a website three years ago, so I’ll have to hit the microfiche at the library if we need to go back further.”

  “It’s a wide net we’re casting.” Trish wiped her mouth with a napkin.

  “Inspector Michaels is working on drafting a list of locales in town that had some special tie or significance to her sister. All three locations so far met that criterion.” He closed his laptop. “We’ll need Miller to cover surveillance on the best options.”

  She snorted. “That may be asking a little too much from our friendly sheriff. He didn’t take it well when I mentioned your theory.”

  “He’ll get over it.” Jared pushed back from the table and stood. “I’ll meet up with him tomorrow and get him on board.”

  “You going back to the inspector’s place?”

  He shot her a look.

  “Hey.” Grinning, she held up her hands. “Just surprised is all. You’re different with her, in a good way. I hope it works out.”

  He’d do whatever was necessary to make sure it worked out.

  He was shoving his laptop into the padded sleeve in his workbag when a faint hiss caught his awareness. He stiffened as the hairs on his nape prickled with warning. His nose twitched; his gaze darted to the door, then to the vent in the wall near the ceiling. Sleek tendrils of smoke reached into the room like skeletal fingers, curling sinuously. He yanked the bedspread off the mattress, sending what was left of the pizza flying, and tossed the floral material over Trish’s head.

  “What the hell, Cameron?” she gasped as the fire sprinklers in the ceiling sputtered to life. She lifted the comforter over both their heads, shielding the table as he swept everything into his open bag.

  He’d barely yanked the door open when the room exploded.

  chapter eleven

  Darcy forced herself to loosen her white-knuckled grip on her phone. “How could no one know about Chris and Dani, Nadine?”

  “Hell if I know. I can’t believe it. How could I not know? I didn’t even suspect.”

  “God.”

  “But Chris is the sheriff. If anyone would know how to cover their ass, I guess it’d be him. Not because he killed her. I could never believe that. If anything, he hid it because he knew he’d blow any shot at getting back together with you if you found out he’d tagged Dani.”

  Inhaling a deep shaky breath, Darcy swiped at the tears coursing down her cheeks. It was impossibly painful hearing that Dani had changed so much. She still couldn’t quite believe it, couldn’t in any way picture it. “What the hell was she thinking? Did she love him? She had to have…How long had she loved him? And if he’s telling the truth about ending
it long before she got pregnant, who else was in her life?”

  Nadine sighed. “I don’t know. Maybe she missed you. Or maybe she’d been jealous of you for a while. Jealousy can make a woman lose her mind. Or maybe she was just stretching her wings and she took your example to the extreme. I’m not a shrink, doll. Or a psychic. I don’t have the answers for you. I’m sorry.”

  “I have to go.”

  “Want me to come over? Or is your hunky deputy with you?”

  “I’m fine. Thank you, Nadine. I’ll talk to you later.” She hung up, gasping for air and drowning in grief as if she’d lost Dani all over again. She’d sent Jim off on his date, then she’d locked herself in the house, feeling too exposed to associate with anyone but Jared, who’d already seen her bared to the soul.

  Clinging to the receiver, she paced, fighting the urge to call him. He had more important things to do than listen to her breakdown. Besides, their relationship was so new and had already been weighted by heavy issues. The least she could do was give him a little time to get away from her and do his job in peace.

  She jumped when the phone rang in her hand. Glancing at the caller ID, she saw it was dispatch and her stomach clenched.

  Another fire goddamnit.

  “Michaels,” she answered. “Where is it?”

  Her heart missed one beat, then stuttered back into a panicked rhythm. “My God…”

  DARCY SAW THE smoke and flashing emergency lights long before she reached the scene. She parked her work truck on the street and hopped out, her heart racing as it had been since she’d received the call from dispatch twenty minutes prior. Not having a car had held her back, forcing her to beg the use of one from a neighbor to get to the fire station.

  Jared.

  She climbed out of the department’s truck and grabbed her field kit, forcing herself not to run or appear as panicked as she felt. It wouldn’t be fair to lose him now. It was too soon. She’d had only a taste of what he could bring to her life. Not nearly enough…

  Her attempt at decorum was forgotten the moment she saw him sitting on the back of an ambulance with an EMT examining him. Her pace picked up.

  Although he couldn’t possibly have heard her coming with all the chaos around them, his head lifted and his gaze met hers. He pushed to his feet, saying something to the female paramedic without taking his bloodshot eyes off Darcy. He was soot-stained but alive, making him the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.

  Shoving her kit at a passing firefighter with a hasty thanks, she broke into a run. Jared met her halfway, catching her up and squeezing the air out of her.

  “I’m okay,” he said hoarsely. “It’s all right.”

  “You scared me half to death.” She held on to him with every bit of her strength. “I c-can’t let you out of my sight for a minute.”

  He cupped the back of her head and pressed her close. They clung that way for a long moment, their hearts pounding in a synchronized beat. The cold knot in her stomach eased at the feel of him against her, warm and strong.

  She pulled back to examine him. “How’s your partner?”

  “Well enough to be in the front office typing up a prelim report. This riled her up.” He brushed his fingertips over her brows. “Walk me through the scene with you. The sooner we get through it, the sooner we can get out of here.”

  Darcy drew herself together with a deep breath, then stepped back and went in search of her kit. Her hands were shaking as she reached for the box.

  Chris intercepted her. “Where’s Jim?”

  “On his date. He knows what’s going on. I told him I’d handle it, and if I had any trouble, I’d give him a call.”

  He nodded, then yanked off his hat to shove a hand through his hair. “Hell, Darcy. Five of the rooms were occupied. A half dozen people could’ve been killed.”

  “Was anyone seriously injured?”

  “Tear gas in the air duct system pushed everyone out before the fire started.”

  Jared stepped into Chris’s line of sight. “You keep tear gas in inventory, Sheriff?”

  “Already looking into it, Cameron.”

  She looked at the two-story building, noting the area with the most damage. “The fire started in Morales’s room?”

  Jared set a grimy hand on her shoulder and squeezed. “Yeah.”

  “Shit.” She reached up and set her hand over his, needing to deepen the connection.

  Chris’s gaze narrowed. “Someone wants you dead, Deputy.”

  “Wouldn’t be the first somebody.” The raspiness of Jared’s voice made her wince in sympathy.

  “Let me do my job,” she said. “And we’ll see if we can find something that gets us closer to figuring out who our torch is.”

  She moved toward the obvious point of origin with a brisk stride.

  Jared drew abreast of her. “You’re aggravated with him.”

  “Some things have come up since I saw you last.”

  “Oh?”

  “Ask me about it when we get home.”

  IT WAS JUST after midnight when they got back to Darcy’s house. Jared could see how exhausted she was but knew more than the length of the day was weighting her slender shoulders. He decided not to press her to talk, to let her decide when she was ready to share. She was a solitary woman in many ways. Joining her inner circle was going to take time and patience. The latter wasn’t one of his strong suits, but he’d make the effort for her. Not that he had a choice; he wanted her too much.

  In the meantime, he showered, then made them both some cold sandwiches while she typed her preliminary report for Ralston. When they crawled into bed just after two in the morning, she turned into him, wrapping herself around him. With her legs tangled with his, her palms pressed to his back, and her face in his neck, he dropped into a deep sleep.

  He woke up alone. Glancing at the clock, he noted it was barely six. He left the bed, then the bedroom, looking for Darcy. He found her in the living room, curled up on the couch beneath a chenille throw. She was watching a muted television, her eyes marred by dark circles. An open box sat on the floor by the coffee table, holding a variety of loose items, including framed photos of Darcy and Danielle.

  “Hey,” he said softly. “Let me join you.”

  She sat up at his urging and he settled behind her, taking her weight against his chest. He ran his fingers through her hair, brushing it back from her forehead. The feel of her bare skin against his soothed him. As the explosion had thrown him out into the parking lot, his thoughts had been with Darcy and how he’d be damned if some sick asshole blew him to hell before he figured out what he had with her.

  “You wanna talk?” he asked softly.

  Turning her head, she pressed her cheek to his chest. “I don’t even know where to begin.”

  “Wherever you want.” He kissed the crown of her head, hating the misery that radiated from her and his helplessness to alleviate it. “I can pull it all together later.”

  “How much crap can I dump on you, Jared, before you run screaming?”

  “I never scream and I damn sure never run away.” He gripped her shoulders, resisting the urge to give her a little shake. “Spit it out.”

  In a low halting voice, she told him about Miller’s visit and her subsequent talk with Nadine. “I knew she had to be with someone familiar to me, but Chris…? I can’t believe she didn’t say anything. I wouldn’t have been upset.”

  “A lot of people have secret lives. Their loved ones are shocked when they come to light. It’s no reflection on you.”

  “I can’t help thinking that I fucked up somewhere and that’s why she couldn’t trust me with this.”

  “It sounds like it was a couple random encounters. Maybe she was embarrassed. Heat-of-the-moment type thing that she regretted.”

  “Even more reason to tell me, so we could’ve laughed it off and put it away.” She exhaled harshly. “And Chris…Wow. He had a responsibility to disclose his affair with her to the Feds. Why didn’t he, if he
had nothing to hide?”

  “It’s definitely a problem. But at least we’ve got enough to get a DNA sample from him now.”

  “I’ve known him forever. He was my high school sweetheart. I thought I knew him.” Her exhale shuddered out of her. “I wanted to vomit when he said he slept with Darcy as a substitute for me. It’s so sick.”

  “How far would he go to keep you from finding out about it? Especially if he’s the one who got her pregnant?”

  She twisted to look into his eyes. Her gaze was so haunted it gored him like a dull knife.

  “I hate that I was thinking the same thing,” she whispered. “He was important to me at one time. How could I be so wrong about two people I thought I was close to? The Dani I know couldn’t stomach casual sex. She always became emotionally attached when things got physical. And Chris…he’s a sheriff, for chrissakes.”

  Jared brushed his fingertips over her cheek. “It’s killing me that you’re hurting and I can’t do a damn thing about it.”

  “You’re here. That’s what I need more than anything.” Leaning into his palm, she sighed. “The answers will come later. We’ll find them.”

  “Did she have a bad breakup shortly before her involvement with Miller?”

  Her gaze softened. “You really do pay attention when your sister talks, don’t you? Yes, she met a fellow vet at a conference, and it was hot and heavy for a while. Then she found out he was married and that she was just a piece of ass on the side. She took it hard. I thought she’d sworn off men.”

  “Or became determined to prove she didn’t give a shit about them.”

  Darcy sat up, the throw falling to pool in her lap. “And I’m her example for that? What the fuck does that mean?”

  “That she had issues,” he said calmly, “and she didn’t know you all that well. You like men just fine. You just hadn’t met one you liked enough to get serious about.”

  “Until you.”

  He inhaled deeply at the admission, knowing how important it was to her. And to him.