Noah had yet to answer her, she turned to see him scowling down at her. Finally, a show of emotion. “What?”
He watched her and nodded, seeming to come to some conclusion. “I figure it’s best if I show you. Come on.”
“Okay. But first…”
“Now. It’s important.”
Knowing that murder, theft, and serious money hinged on Noah’s current case, she didn’t argue. “I have my cell phone if there are problems, I guess.”
He nudged her to move faster. They took his vehicle and drove out of town.
“Noah?”
“I’ll explain once we’re there.”
They arrived at a motel just outside the city limits, one that catered to visitors not familiar with Brownville. The bland building didn’t hold a candle to the Lady Fine Inn or any of the other hotels and B and B’s in town. People came to Brownville for the atmosphere. The best that could be said of this place was that the parking lot looked clean.
“This is a little weird.” She saw one blue compact car at the end of the row, in the opposite direction of where Noah parked. He had a smaller bag in hand as he pulled her from the SUV.
He glanced around, then walked quickly to a door a few down from where he’d parked, nearly dragging Lara in the process. To her consternation, he refused to let go. Nor did he explain anything. Starting to worry, she tried again. “Noah, what’s going on?”
“I’ll tell you inside.”
He hadn’t smiled at her once all day. And the look in his eyes now… To her surprise, her pulse raced. There was a hint of meanness in his gaze, and it turned her on. God, what is wrong with me? Bill, Mr. Nice, leaves me feeling nothing. But one glare from Mr. Bossy and I’m sexually excited?
He knocked once, and a woman opened the door. One of those pretty little things that set Lara’s teeth on edge. Petite, feminine, and with a face so arresting, one had to take a second look. Lara couldn’t determine the woman’s background. Carmel-colored skin, long black hair, and light blue-gray eyes. She seemed like a mix of several races rolled into one sexy female. One who knew and liked Noah, by the smile in her eyes.
“About time. I’m starved.” She gave Lara a curious once-over and said to her, “Good luck. You’re gonna need it.”
Before Lara could ask what that meant, the woman shot out the door. Noah shoved Lara inside, shut and locked the door behind him, then propped his back against it and tossed the bag to the floor. He crossed his arms over his chest, no longer the impassive man who’d strong-armed her into accompanying him.
“What the hell is your problem?” Damn. Her nipples throbbed, and her panties grew wetter by the second. Noah’s arms bunched, and the fury darkening his eyes only seemed to grow.
“I told you just last night you were mine. What the fuck did you think that meant?”
Where had the calm, controlled man from this morning gone? “This is about Bill, right?”
“What do you think?”
She couldn’t help glancing down his body, centering on the prominent bulge between his legs. The fact that he was aroused skyrocketed her own desire.
“I think you should have said something before. You didn’t tell me not to have dinner with him.” Which she would have laughed at. Commanding her in the bedroom, she liked, but in real life? Not so much.
“I shouldn’t have to tell you shit.” He took a few steps closer. “I didn’t like you going out with him, but I trusted you. Stupid, since what do we really know about each other?”
Pleased that he felt the same connection she did despite his reservations, she tried to explain. “Noah, I didn’t—”
“Then I saw his hands on you. His tongue down your throat, and you standing there, taking it.”
“Now hold on.” She scrambled back when he stalked over to her, and fell back onto the bed. A normal woman would have felt fear. Lara wanted
He watched her and nodded, seeming to come to some conclusion. “I figure it’s best if I show you. Come on.”
“Okay. But first…”
“Now. It’s important.”
Knowing that murder, theft, and serious money hinged on Noah’s current case, she didn’t argue. “I have my cell phone if there are problems, I guess.”
He nudged her to move faster. They took his vehicle and drove out of town.
“Noah?”
“I’ll explain once we’re there.”
They arrived at a motel just outside the city limits, one that catered to visitors not familiar with Brownville. The bland building didn’t hold a candle to the Lady Fine Inn or any of the other hotels and B and B’s in town. People came to Brownville for the atmosphere. The best that could be said of this place was that the parking lot looked clean.
“This is a little weird.” She saw one blue compact car at the end of the row, in the opposite direction of where Noah parked. He had a smaller bag in hand as he pulled her from the SUV.
He glanced around, then walked quickly to a door a few down from where he’d parked, nearly dragging Lara in the process. To her consternation, he refused to let go. Nor did he explain anything. Starting to worry, she tried again. “Noah, what’s going on?”
“I’ll tell you inside.”
He hadn’t smiled at her once all day. And the look in his eyes now… To her surprise, her pulse raced. There was a hint of meanness in his gaze, and it turned her on. God, what is wrong with me? Bill, Mr. Nice, leaves me feeling nothing. But one glare from Mr. Bossy and I’m sexually excited?
He knocked once, and a woman opened the door. One of those pretty little things that set Lara’s teeth on edge. Petite, feminine, and with a face so arresting, one had to take a second look. Lara couldn’t determine the woman’s background. Carmel-colored skin, long black hair, and light blue-gray eyes. She seemed like a mix of several races rolled into one sexy female. One who knew and liked Noah, by the smile in her eyes.
“About time. I’m starved.” She gave Lara a curious once-over and said to her, “Good luck. You’re gonna need it.”
Before Lara could ask what that meant, the woman shot out the door. Noah shoved Lara inside, shut and locked the door behind him, then propped his back against it and tossed the bag to the floor. He crossed his arms over his chest, no longer the impassive man who’d strong-armed her into accompanying him.
“What the hell is your problem?” Damn. Her nipples throbbed, and her panties grew wetter by the second. Noah’s arms bunched, and the fury darkening his eyes only seemed to grow.
“I told you just last night you were mine. What the fuck did you think that meant?”
Where had the calm, controlled man from this morning gone? “This is about Bill, right?”
“What do you think?”
She couldn’t help glancing down his body, centering on the prominent bulge between his legs. The fact that he was aroused skyrocketed her own desire.
“I think you should have said something before. You didn’t tell me not to have dinner with him.” Which she would have laughed at. Commanding her in the bedroom, she liked, but in real life? Not so much.
“I shouldn’t have to tell you shit.” He took a few steps closer. “I didn’t like you going out with him, but I trusted you. Stupid, since what do we really know about each other?”
Pleased that he felt the same connection she did despite his reservations, she tried to explain. “Noah, I didn’t—”
“Then I saw his hands on you. His tongue down your throat, and you standing there, taking it.”
“Now hold on.” She scrambled back when he stalked over to her, and fell back onto the bed. A normal woman would have felt fear. Lara wanted
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