Kiss of Midnight_ A Midnight Breed Novel - Lara Adrian [611]
Jack’s voice trailed off as Renata lifted her head and turned to face him. He was a little grayer than she remembered, his short, military-style buzzcut looking thinner, his cheeks and jowls a bit rounder than when she’d last seen him. But he was still a jovial bear of a man, more than six feet tall and built like a tank despite the fact that he was easily pushing seventy.
Renata hoped her smile seemed better than the wince it was. “Hi, Jack.”
He stared at her—gaped, actually. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he said, slowly shaking his head. “It’s been a long time, Renata. I hoped you’d found a good life somewhere … When you quit coming around a couple of years ago, I worried that maybe—” He stopped himself from completing the thought, gave her a big old grin instead. “Well, hell, it don’t matter what I worried about because here you are.”
“I can’t stay,” she blurted, her fingers gripping the key in the ignition, ready to give it a twist. “I shouldn’t have come.”
Jack frowned. “Two years after I see you last, you show up out of the blue just to tell me you can’t stay?”
“I’m sorry,” she murmured. “I have to go.”
He put his hands on the open truck window, as if he meant to physically hold her there. She glanced at the tan, weathered hands that had helped so many kids out of trouble on Montreal’s streets—the same hands that had served his home country in war some four decades past, and which now nurtured and protected that trellis of pink roses as though they were more precious to him than gold.
“What’s going on, Renata? You know you can talk to me, you can trust me. Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” she said. “Yeah, I’m fine, really. Just passing through.”
The look in his eyes said he didn’t buy that for a second. “Someone else in trouble?”
She shook her head. “Why would you think that?”
“Because that’s the only way you ever came around here before. Never for yourself, no matter how badly you personally might have needed a hand up.”
“This is different. This isn’t anything you should be involved in.” She started the truck. “Please, Jack…just forget you even saw me here tonight, okay? I’m sorry. I have to go.”
No sooner had she grabbed the shifter to put the truck into gear than Jack’s strong hand come to rest on her shoulder. It wasn’t a hard touch, but even the smallest pressure on her wound made her practically jump out of her skin. She sucked in her breath as the pain lanced through her.
“You’re injured,” he said, those wiry gray brows crashing together.
“It’s nothing.”
“Nothing, my ass.” He opened the door and climbed up on the runningboard to get a better look at her. When he saw the blood, he muttered a ripe curse. “What happened? Were you stabbed? Some gangbanger try to roll you for your truck, or your cargo? You have a chance to call the cops yet? Jesus, this looks like a gunshot wound, and you’ve been bleeding for some time now—”
“I’m fine,” she insisted. “It’s not my truck, and none of this is what you think.”
“Then you can tell me all about it while I take you to the hospital.” He crowded her in the cab, gesturing for her to make room. “Move over. I’ll drive.”
‘Jack.” She put her hand on his thick, leathery forearm. “I can’t go to the hospital, or the police. And I’m not alone in here. There’s someone in the back of the truck and he’s in bad shape too. I can’t leave him.”
He stared at her, uncertain. “You do something against the law, Renata?”
Her exhaled laugh was weak, full of things she couldn’t say. Things he couldn’t know and sure as hell wouldn’t believe even if she told him. “I wish it was only the law I had to deal with. I’m in danger, Jack. I can’t tell you more than that. I don’t want to get you involved.”
“You need help. That’s all the info I need.” His face was serious now, and beyond the wrinkles and thinning, graying hair, she saw a glimpse of the unshakable Marine he’d been all those years ago. “Come inside and I’ll get you and your friend someplace to rest awhile. Get something for your shoulder too.