J.R. Ward the Black Dagger Brotherhood Novels 1-4 - J. R. Ward [105]
Silence.
Ah, hell. Now, she’d done it. The guy opens up to her and she throws his shame back at him. Way to encourage intimacy.
“Wrath, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”
He cut her off. Both his voice and his face were like stone.
“No one has ever spoken to me as you just did.”
Shit.
“I’m really sorry. I just can’t understand why—”
Wrath dragged her into his arms and hugged her hard, talking in that other language again. When he pulled back, he ended the monologue with something like leelan.
“Is that vampire talk for bitch?” she asked.
“No. Far from it.” He kissed her. “Let’s just say I respect the hell out of you. Even though I can’t agree with your take on my past.”
She put her hand on his neck, giving his head a little shake. “You will, however, accept the fact that what happened doesn’t in any way change my opinion of you. Although I do feel tremendous sorrow for you and for your family and what you all had to endure.”
Long pause.
“Wrath? You will repeat after me. ‘Yes, Beth, I understand and will trust your honesty about your feelings for me.’” She shook his neck again. “Let’s say it together.” Another pause. “Now, not later.”
“Yes,” he gritted out.
God, if those lips of his were any tighter, they’d snap off his front teeth.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Beth.”
“‘I trust you to be honest with me about how you feel.’ Come on. Say it.”
He grumbled his way through the words.
“Good man.”
“You’re tough, you know that?”
“I’d better be if I’m going to hang around with you.”
Abruptly, he took her face into his hands. “I want that,” he said fiercely.
“What?”
“For you to be around.”
Her breath caught. A tenuous hope took fire in her chest. “Really?”
He closed his glowing eyes and shook his head. “Yeah. It’s fucking stupid. It’s crazy. It’s dangerous.”
“So it’ll fit right into your life script.”
He laughed and looked down at her. “Yeah, pretty much.”
God, his eyes were breaking her heart, they were so tender.
“Beth, I want to stay with you, but you have to understand, you’ll be a target. And I don’t know how to keep you safe enough. I don’t know how the hell to—”
“We’ll figure it out,” she said. “We can do it together.”
He kissed her. Long. Slowly. With precious care.
“So you’ll stay now?” he asked.
“No. I really do need to get to work.”
“I don’t want you to go.” His hand cupped her chin. “I hate that I can’t be with you outside during the day.”
But the locks sprang free and the door opened.
“How do you do that?” she asked.
“You will be back before dusk.” It wasn’t a request, not by a long shot.
“I’ll be back sometime after sunset.”
He growled.
“And I promise to call if anything weird happens.” She rolled her eyes. Man, she was going to have to recalibrate her standards for that word. “I mean, weirder.”
“I don’t like this.”
“I’ll be careful.” She kissed him and then headed up the stairs. She could still feel his eyes on her as she pushed open the painting and stepped into the drawing room.
Chapter Thirty-two
Beth went to her apartment, fed Boo, and got into the office just after noon. For once, she wasn’t famished, and she worked through lunch. Well, sort of. She couldn’t really concentrate and mostly engineered a rotation of the paper piles on her desk.
Butch left her two messages during the day, confirming they were going to rendezvous at her apartment around eight.
By four o’clock, she decided to cancel her meeting with him.
Nothing good could come out of it. There was no way she was turning Wrath over to the police, and if she thought Hard-ass was going to go easy on her because he liked her and they were in her home, she was just lying to herself.
Still, she wasn’t going to put her head in the sand. She knew she was going to be called in for questioning. How could she not be? As long as Wrath was a suspect, she was on the hot seat. She needed to get herself a good lawyer and wait to be called down to the station.
On her way back from a trip to the copier,