face.
She pulled away from his hand and said, "I'm
fine, I just need to be alone."
He dropped his hand to the bed and told her,
"The police want to talk to you downstairs...I told them they'd
probably have to come back."
"They will, because I don't want to talk to anyone right now," she told him flatly and pinned him with
her eyes trying to convey that included him too. She couldn't be
around this confusing man right now.
They both turned when Chase walked into the
room. He smiled at her, then walked around to the other side of the
bed and sat down. Her eyes met his serious blue ones and she gave
him a soft smile. She thought she heard a muffled growl from Beau,
but she didn't care.
"Are you okay, sugar?" he asked with deep
concern pinching his tawny eyebrows together.
"Yeah," she said softly, then added, "Just
shaken up..."
"I wanted to let you know I canceled my
meeting and took a few days off. I'm not leaving you alone..."
Chase told her fiercely, then swallowed a couple of times.
"You have to go to your office, Chase...I'll
be fine, really." Jazzie didn't want him putting his busy life on
hold because of her. He'd done enough to help her already.
Chase ran a hand through his hair, then
glanced at Beau, before dragging his eyes back to hers, "I thought
maybe I'd ask you to come to the lake house with me. You'll be safe
there, nobody could find you there. We'll bring Dave's men with
us...what do you say?"
She felt Beau stiffen beside her and replied
hesitantly, "I don't know, Chase...I'm worried about my mom and
dad...they're not safe here either."
"I'd say they could come with us, but I
talked to Dave and he felt like it would be better if they went
somewhere else, so ya'll weren't all together," Chase told her with
an apologetic smile.
Beau sat up straighter on the bed and put
his hand on her calf, then told Chase in a dark tone, "She's not
going anywhere with you...she's coming with me, so I can protect
her. Your guys didn't do such a good job earlier."
Beau pinned her with a glare that dared her
to argue with him, before moving his gaze back to have a stare down
with Chase. They were rounding off like two dogs with a thick juicy
steak between them, and she'd had enough.
Jazzie sat up straighter on the bed herself,
then held up a hand about to blast them, when Chase huffed out a
breath then nodded, then told Beau, "Jackson was in the bathroom
when it went down...he didn't know his partner had taken off in the
van to go gas it up. No, excuses, though--you're right, they didn't
do their job."
Beau's eyebrows lifted then he told Jazzie,
"I spoke with the FBI and they're going to provide some protection
for your mom and dad...maybe take them to a safe house somewhere,
until they can find your brother and resolve their case."
"My older brothers...do you think they're in
danger?" Jazzie asked Beau with concern. She was appalled that she
hadn't thought about Chichi, Raffie and Joe, or even Carlos, until
now.
He snorted then told her, "If your other
brothers are anything like Carlos, I don't think you have anything
to worry about," before he added, "They picked you because you're
the easiest target...your brothers would be more difficult to
abduct and subdue, but maybe we could get Dave's guys to provide
some extra security for them." He looked over at Chase, who nodded,
then stood up.
"I'll go talk to him," Chase said then
walked to the door, but turned back, and offered. "You could use my
lake house if you want, darlin'. That way you'll be closer to
Dallas and Austin, when they find your brother." Beau saw Chase's
square jaw work a couple of times, as he waited for their response.
Rhodes held Jazzie's gaze, silently communicating something to her,
but what that was Beau couldn't figure out, and it set his teeth on
edge. Maybe he was wrong about how well these two knew each other,
he thought, and a wave of fierce possessiveness seized
She pulled away from his hand and said, "I'm
fine, I just need to be alone."
He dropped his hand to the bed and told her,
"The police want to talk to you downstairs...I told them they'd
probably have to come back."
"They will, because I don't want to talk to anyone right now," she told him flatly and pinned him with
her eyes trying to convey that included him too. She couldn't be
around this confusing man right now.
They both turned when Chase walked into the
room. He smiled at her, then walked around to the other side of the
bed and sat down. Her eyes met his serious blue ones and she gave
him a soft smile. She thought she heard a muffled growl from Beau,
but she didn't care.
"Are you okay, sugar?" he asked with deep
concern pinching his tawny eyebrows together.
"Yeah," she said softly, then added, "Just
shaken up..."
"I wanted to let you know I canceled my
meeting and took a few days off. I'm not leaving you alone..."
Chase told her fiercely, then swallowed a couple of times.
"You have to go to your office, Chase...I'll
be fine, really." Jazzie didn't want him putting his busy life on
hold because of her. He'd done enough to help her already.
Chase ran a hand through his hair, then
glanced at Beau, before dragging his eyes back to hers, "I thought
maybe I'd ask you to come to the lake house with me. You'll be safe
there, nobody could find you there. We'll bring Dave's men with
us...what do you say?"
She felt Beau stiffen beside her and replied
hesitantly, "I don't know, Chase...I'm worried about my mom and
dad...they're not safe here either."
"I'd say they could come with us, but I
talked to Dave and he felt like it would be better if they went
somewhere else, so ya'll weren't all together," Chase told her with
an apologetic smile.
Beau sat up straighter on the bed and put
his hand on her calf, then told Chase in a dark tone, "She's not
going anywhere with you...she's coming with me, so I can protect
her. Your guys didn't do such a good job earlier."
Beau pinned her with a glare that dared her
to argue with him, before moving his gaze back to have a stare down
with Chase. They were rounding off like two dogs with a thick juicy
steak between them, and she'd had enough.
Jazzie sat up straighter on the bed herself,
then held up a hand about to blast them, when Chase huffed out a
breath then nodded, then told Beau, "Jackson was in the bathroom
when it went down...he didn't know his partner had taken off in the
van to go gas it up. No, excuses, though--you're right, they didn't
do their job."
Beau's eyebrows lifted then he told Jazzie,
"I spoke with the FBI and they're going to provide some protection
for your mom and dad...maybe take them to a safe house somewhere,
until they can find your brother and resolve their case."
"My older brothers...do you think they're in
danger?" Jazzie asked Beau with concern. She was appalled that she
hadn't thought about Chichi, Raffie and Joe, or even Carlos, until
now.
He snorted then told her, "If your other
brothers are anything like Carlos, I don't think you have anything
to worry about," before he added, "They picked you because you're
the easiest target...your brothers would be more difficult to
abduct and subdue, but maybe we could get Dave's guys to provide
some extra security for them." He looked over at Chase, who nodded,
then stood up.
"I'll go talk to him," Chase said then
walked to the door, but turned back, and offered. "You could use my
lake house if you want, darlin'. That way you'll be closer to
Dallas and Austin, when they find your brother." Beau saw Chase's
square jaw work a couple of times, as he waited for their response.
Rhodes held Jazzie's gaze, silently communicating something to her,
but what that was Beau couldn't figure out, and it set his teeth on
edge. Maybe he was wrong about how well these two knew each other,
he thought, and a wave of fierce possessiveness seized
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