He followed Jenna into David’s office. This was the one place in the house, other than the backyard, where he felt comfortable. Done in rich tones with lots of wood, it felt real and welcoming. He could see Jenna felt the same as she stood for a moment and took a deep breath. She turned away from him, but not before he saw a glitter of tears in her eyes.
Damn it. Enough was enough. He reached for her, but she was already moving forward. She pulled on a fake book and part of the book shelf opened up. He winced at how obvious that was for hiding a safe. This place needed a security upgrade. Not that it mattered much now.
She opened the safe and quickly pulled out some jewelry boxes and put them in her bag before shutting the door and pushing the bookshelf back into place.
She straightened her shoulders and gave him a small smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Right, let’s go. What do you want for dinner?”
Oh, no. That wasn’t how things were going to go. But now wasn’t the time for a little talk about sharing with your Dom. He wrapped his arm around her waist as they left the house.
“We’re having a chat when we get home,” he murmured.
She stared up at him. “About Amelia?”
That stab in the gut wasn’t as sharp as it used to be, the surge of betrayal not as deep. Talking about Amelia wasn’t his favorite thing to do. But she deserved to know the truth.
“That too,” he told her, settling her into the truck.
She looked at him with puzzlement, but he didn’t elaborate.
“Put your belt on,” he ordered before he started the truck.
She sighed but did as ordered, unusually quiet. He hated the stress she was under and that he couldn’t do much to relieve it. As they left, the gates shut automatically behind them. He frowned when he didn’t see the guard. As he braked to wait for an oncoming car, he spotted someone exit a vehicle parked further up and race towards them. Daisy growled then started to bark furiously, her paws scrambling against the window.
“Get down,” he yelled at Jenna, pushing her head down as he swerved onto the road, right in front of the approaching car, which sounded its horn as something landed against the passenger window. Eggs. Fuck.
He looked in the rearview mirror to see some crazy idiot standing in the middle of the road shaking his fist.
“Where’s the God damn guard!” He thumped his fist against the steering wheel. “Daisy, quiet!”
The dog quietened immediately.
“Good girl.”
“Curt?”
He glanced down at Jenna who was still bent over, her eyes wide as she stared up at him. His gut clenched.
“It’s okay, baby.” He made certain he softened his voice. “You can get up now.”
She rose, staring at the egg splattered against the window. Curt grew even more grim. He grabbed his phone. “Call Hunter. Put it on speaker.”
“Don’t you have Bluetooth?”
He snorted. “No. Then I’d have no excuse for not answering calls.”
She attempted a smile. She was trying so hard to be brave and he wished he could hug her and reassure her it was going to be all right. But he didn’t want to pull over until they were safely at his place.
Damn it, what if whoever threw those eggs had had a gun or a grenade?
“You could have been killed.”
“It was some eggs, Curt. No big deal.”
He turned to gape at her, but she was concentrating on his phone and not looking at him.
No big deal?
Oh, this was a very big deal.