Predatory Game by Christine Feehan Page A

Saber. Who are you expecting? Just how dangerous is he?”
    Stubbornly her chin went up. “It is not my fault some crackpot is calling the station. It happens. It doesn’t have a thing to do with me. Triple the guard at the station for all I care.”
    “Don’t worry,” Jess said, “I will. Les says the man has called nine times, last night and this morning. Brian recorded a couple of the calls on his shift as well. He hasn’t threatened you, but he wants to meet you.”
    “Everyone wants to meet me. I’m cute.”
    “Your voice is sexy as hell and these creeps get all sorts of ideas.”
    “Will you please wipe that disgusting stuff off your face? I can barely stand to look at you,” she snapped.
    His eyebrow shot up. “What disgusting stuff?”
    “You know very well. You just had to let her kiss you, and you’ve got her lipstick all over you.”
    His eyes burned black velvet. “You’ll have to do it, honey. I can’t see it.”
    Saber shook her head. “No way. You let her put it there, you can just get it off yourself.”
    Jess shrugged. “I guess it will just have to stay.”
    She glared at him. “You know where she kissed you.”
    “I don’t remember.” He had to work to keep the grin from his face.
    Furious, Saber jumped up, wet a cloth, and bent over him, scrubbing at the offensive smear of lipstick along his jaw. “I could just smack you one, Jesse.”
    He pulled her onto his lap, exactly where he had planned to have her from the moment she had come downstairs. “Thank you, baby, I appreciate it. I wouldn’t have liked going around all day with Chaleen’s brand on me.”
    “But you would have.” Saber wasn’t ready to forgive him. “All day, just to make me crazy.”
    “Would it have?”
    “Of course.”
    “Well, since we’re talking.” He pulled the military issue knife from his pack and held it up in front of her. “I thought I’d return this to you.”
    She went absolutely still. “Where did you find that?” She didn’t touch it.
    “You had a nightmare. Before you woke up, you tried to protect yourself.”
    Saber jumped off his lap, careful to avoid the knife, and stared at him, a look of horror stamped on her pale face. “I did what? I attacked you, Jesse?”
    Tears swam in her eyes, and when he moved toward her, she backed away, putting one hand on his arm to keep him at a distance. “No. No. If I did that, it’s not safe for you anymore. I have to leave. I can’t believe I did that.”
    It wasn’t the reaction he wanted or expected. If she was an actress, she was the best he’d ever seen. He could feel her distress, waves of it rolling off of her, distress and fear. Both emotions were broadcast so strong they swamped him. His body reacted with signs of stress, heart rate increasing so dramatically that he pressed his hand to his chest.
    Her eyes widened even more and she snatched her hand away from him, rubbing her palm on her thigh, fear in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Is it your heart? Jesse, answer me right now.”
    He felt instant relief, the heaviness in his chest easing, his heart slowing to normal. “I’m fine, baby, just sit down and stop getting upset over nothing.”
    “Pulling a knife on you is not ‘nothing,’ Jesse.”
    “I pulled a gun on you. We’re a violent couple.”
    “That’s not funny. None of this is funny. I keep the knife in my bedroom for protection, but I never thought I’d ever have a nightmare and try to use it on someone. I can’t stay here.”
    Saber took a deep calming breath and forced air through her lungs, trying to remain calm. Oh God, had she almost killed him? First with her touch and then with a knife? She wanted to run fast and far away from herself.
    The faint humor left his face, leaving his expression bleak and cold. “Don’t be ridiculous, Saber. You can throw the knife away if you’re afraid, but leaving doesn’t solve anything.”
    If only it were so easy as throwing away a knife.
    “Leaving keeps you