Elizabeth licked her lips nervously. There was no other explanation. It had to add up.
“Maybe he just didn’t care,” she hissed. “He’s killed and killed, Dash, and not cared.”
He shook his head again. Elizabeth clenched her fingers on the coffee cup as he began tearing down the only reasons she could find for the hell she and Cassie had been through.
“He’s killed secretively,” he told her softly. “Everyone but Dane Colder. They were obvious murders but there was no way to tie him to them, or to you and Cassie. He’s been trying to throw a very carefully constructed shield around the two of you. Running you ragged when he could have caught you several times.”
Elizabeth breathed in roughly. “We were lucky.” At least, that was what she had been trying to tell herself.
“You were.” He was watching her intently. “Too lucky, Elizabeth. Things aren’t adding up here. Until I can find a way to make them add up, then I keep working. If I have to, I go hunting. But I would like to get the information I need before I take that route. What exactly does Cassie remember about that night?”
The threat of an intended hunt hung between them as the final question was voiced. The one Elizabeth had been dreading.
“She wasn’t making sense when I got her out of that room. She was almost hyperventilating she was so terrified, trying so hard not to make a sound. I couldn’t make sense of anything she was saying once we got to the car. I couldn’t understand a word of it.” She fought to hold back the pain, the horror of that night. “She was completely silent for hours after that and then tried to act as though nothing had happened. I dressed her, took her straight to the police, and while we were there, two of his goons slipped in. Right before they got to the office we were in, Cassie started going crazy on me. She was adamant they were coming. I was so terrified I rushed her from the room. His men were coming down the hall as we left the office. We barely got away.”
Dash frowned. “How did Cassie know?”
A bitter smile twisted her lips. “Her fairy,” she sighed roughly. “Whatever the hell the ‘fairy’ is, it’s saved us more than once.”
Dash pushed his fingers through his hair wearily, causing the soft strands to feather around his face. He was worried. Elizabeth could see the frustration building inside him. Just as it had built inside her over the past two years.
They went over and over her memories of that night. Dash questioned her until she was ready to explode, until her nerves were strung tight and fear twisted her gut. It didn’t make sense. It never had. Facing that wasn’t easy.
Finally, he returned to the study with Mike to make more calls, to search for more answers. Elizabeth watched him leave then turned, searching for Cassie. She frowned, seeing the pinched, almost fearful, expression in her daughter’s face as she watched the two men leave the room.
Finally, the little girl’s head lowered and she stared down at her hands as though they were someone else’s before turning back to the television. Elizabeth frowned as a sudden fear struck her. Was there more to it? Something more that Cassie was aware of and hadn’t told her?
Elizabeth raked her fingers through her hair at that thought. She had questioned Cassie relentlessly those first months, fighting for answers. “I don’t know, Momma. I don’t know,” was her standard response to most of them.
She remembered her father stripping her gown from her body and pushing her to Grange as the other man picked her up.
“If you can keep her mother off your back,” Dane had challenged him. “A bit more time and I’ll have custody.”
“Who needs custody? No one will find her where she’s going,” Grange had responded before killing Dane in front of his daughter.
There was nothing else Cassie could tell her. Grange had come for her and Dane had wanted to wait until he could hand her over without problems. Grange had been unwilling to wait.
Later than night, after bathing Cassie and tucking her into bed, Elizabeth stood and watched the sleeping little girl. Dash’s questions had bothered her, made her look harder into the past two years now that she had a chance to take a breath and think. She didn’t like the confusion filling her mind or the sudden need to question Cassie further. The only person here who held the answers they needed was Cassie, and she feared the day was rapidly approaching that she would have to be questioned.
She lowered her head, shaking it slowly, needing Dash. Needing just a few more minutes to cherish the calm they had found in the middle of this horrifying nightmare. He was like an oasis of calm, of strength that she suddenly found herself craving.
All too soon she knew their time of quiet and safety would end and they would once again be thrown into the harsh reality of the situation they were in. But for now, she could be a woman. A woman suddenly faced with the first man who had ever made her burn, made her long to cast aside common sense and lie beneath him, whimpering in pleasure.
“Hey.” He was there. His voice whispered from the connecting door as she stood at the end of the bed, staring at her daughter yet seeing only the changes within herself.
Elizabeth turned to him slowly.
God, he looked good. Tall and broad, his muscular body backlit by the bathroom light. Jeans hugged his lean hips, denim cupping the full bulge between his thighs. She wanted to cup it, she realized insanely, feel his thick cock, not against her abdomen, but burrowing deep and hard inside the tight muscles of her cunt. Her breasts swelled beneath her gown. Her nipples peaked and her pussy began to moisten further. Just as guilt threaded its way through her soul.
Her daughter’s life was in danger and the moment she found a chance to rest, she was thinking of fucking instead, of riding him, straddling his hard body, feeling him surge inside her.
Elizabeth cleared her throat. “She finally went to sleep.” She gestured to Cassie. “I was just watching her.”
Liar, a voice inside her screamed. His expression hinted that he suspected the falsehood as well. The sensuous heated light in his eyes made her pussy burn, her breasts swell with longing.
“Come talk to me a minute while she’s asleep.” His gaze was hooded, demanding.
Elizabeth stared at him uncomprehendingly for a long moment. Talk to him? Alone? She stilled the weakness in her knees at the thought of it. She didn’t want to talk. Not yet.