administrative side of the business, and she was the best damned business manager Dash could imagine. Nothing escaped her notice.
“Last week, you said some of your stuff was missing. That means he was in your apartment, Sara. And now the dead sparrow? He’s trying to terrorize you into taking him back. Talk to Dash.”
“No, I can’t tell Dash.” Sara’s voice was thin and too high. Her whole body was tense. She acted like it would be unthinkable to speak to her boss about a personal problem.
It was all Dash could do to keep from roaring in anger. Some psycho was after sweet Sara? No damned wonder she was so skittish around him. He had thought she just wasn’t ready to acknowledge the sizzling chemistry between them, but it was much more complicated than that.
“You damn well just did tell me,” he bit out, moving up between the women. Sara visibly started, shocked to see him behind them. Carolyn just looked smug.
“You can fill in all the sick details over lunch, and don’t bother trying to tell me it’s nothing,” he continued in a harsh tone when he saw Sara’s mouth open. She edged away from him, trying to put Carolyn between them. Dash snagged her arm, keeping her right beside him. With his other hand, he flipped open his cell phone.
“Isaac, we have a situation. Sara’s ex is a stalker, might have already broken into her place.”
There was a pause as Dash listened, his eyes fixed firmly on Sara, almost daring her to pull away from him.
* * * *
Sara glanced at Carolyn, who was listening avidly to the conversation. Sara felt weak at the thought of her gorgeous boss knowing of her humiliating problem. Dash Williams was so competent, so incredibly in control of his company and his life. How could he understand her inability to deal with one persistent ex-boyfriend? No, she couldn’t involve him in this. He would feel obligated to help her, making it impossible to keep a professional distance from him.
It would be too tempting to just curl up in those strong arms and hide from the whole world. Sara had enough trouble keeping her inexplicable attraction to her boss hidden as it was. His vivid masculinity brought out all her previously dormant feminine instincts. She felt so magnetically drawn to him she had to coach herself every day not to let it show in the office.
“Yeah, the son of a bitch left a dead bird for her to find.”
The memory of that poor little sparrow, neck obviously broken, lying on her bed when she got home, was enough to make Sara queasy. She hadn’t slept last night, hadn’t eaten breakfast this morning, her stomach too anxious to settle. Now she was feeling the effects of exhaustion and shock, her thoughts whirling with this new humiliation, the conversation fading in and out as she concentrated on staying upright.
“...full investigation on this jerk.” Carolyn’s voice was rock steady.
Dash was nodding in agreement, his ear still to the phone. “Yes, tell Grange, and pull him off his case. I don’t care. One of the others can handle it. Sara needs round the clock until we can get a handle on this thing.”
Some of the words penetrated the gathering fog in Sara’s mind. She needed round the clock men? She almost laughed. Round the clock men would be the last thing she needed, especially of the huge variety, like Dash and his partners. No man really needed to be that big, that gorgeous, but the three founders of DIG Security, Dash, Isaac and Grange, were tall, broad, and dangerous former Army Rangers. Except wasn’t there some saying about “once a Ranger, always a Ranger”?
The bodies these men guarded were the safest people on earth, Sara thought muzzily, because who would dare to cross them? The team of three men was so good that the Army still called them in from retirement to do special training exercises with new recruits. The list of their specialties was long and downright frightening.
She tugged at her arm still firmly in Dash’s grip. He only
“Last week, you said some of your stuff was missing. That means he was in your apartment, Sara. And now the dead sparrow? He’s trying to terrorize you into taking him back. Talk to Dash.”
“No, I can’t tell Dash.” Sara’s voice was thin and too high. Her whole body was tense. She acted like it would be unthinkable to speak to her boss about a personal problem.
It was all Dash could do to keep from roaring in anger. Some psycho was after sweet Sara? No damned wonder she was so skittish around him. He had thought she just wasn’t ready to acknowledge the sizzling chemistry between them, but it was much more complicated than that.
“You damn well just did tell me,” he bit out, moving up between the women. Sara visibly started, shocked to see him behind them. Carolyn just looked smug.
“You can fill in all the sick details over lunch, and don’t bother trying to tell me it’s nothing,” he continued in a harsh tone when he saw Sara’s mouth open. She edged away from him, trying to put Carolyn between them. Dash snagged her arm, keeping her right beside him. With his other hand, he flipped open his cell phone.
“Isaac, we have a situation. Sara’s ex is a stalker, might have already broken into her place.”
There was a pause as Dash listened, his eyes fixed firmly on Sara, almost daring her to pull away from him.
* * * *
Sara glanced at Carolyn, who was listening avidly to the conversation. Sara felt weak at the thought of her gorgeous boss knowing of her humiliating problem. Dash Williams was so competent, so incredibly in control of his company and his life. How could he understand her inability to deal with one persistent ex-boyfriend? No, she couldn’t involve him in this. He would feel obligated to help her, making it impossible to keep a professional distance from him.
It would be too tempting to just curl up in those strong arms and hide from the whole world. Sara had enough trouble keeping her inexplicable attraction to her boss hidden as it was. His vivid masculinity brought out all her previously dormant feminine instincts. She felt so magnetically drawn to him she had to coach herself every day not to let it show in the office.
“Yeah, the son of a bitch left a dead bird for her to find.”
The memory of that poor little sparrow, neck obviously broken, lying on her bed when she got home, was enough to make Sara queasy. She hadn’t slept last night, hadn’t eaten breakfast this morning, her stomach too anxious to settle. Now she was feeling the effects of exhaustion and shock, her thoughts whirling with this new humiliation, the conversation fading in and out as she concentrated on staying upright.
“...full investigation on this jerk.” Carolyn’s voice was rock steady.
Dash was nodding in agreement, his ear still to the phone. “Yes, tell Grange, and pull him off his case. I don’t care. One of the others can handle it. Sara needs round the clock until we can get a handle on this thing.”
Some of the words penetrated the gathering fog in Sara’s mind. She needed round the clock men? She almost laughed. Round the clock men would be the last thing she needed, especially of the huge variety, like Dash and his partners. No man really needed to be that big, that gorgeous, but the three founders of DIG Security, Dash, Isaac and Grange, were tall, broad, and dangerous former Army Rangers. Except wasn’t there some saying about “once a Ranger, always a Ranger”?
The bodies these men guarded were the safest people on earth, Sara thought muzzily, because who would dare to cross them? The team of three men was so good that the Army still called them in from retirement to do special training exercises with new recruits. The list of their specialties was long and downright frightening.
She tugged at her arm still firmly in Dash’s grip. He only
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