Gracie let his words sink in before replying. “I don’t see what you could possibly learn that might prove he’s the guy behind the hit-and-run and the break-in. He’s been pretty clever.”
“He’s obsessed with you, Gracie,” Wade gritted out. “At the very least he’l have pictures of you. And that hit-and-run was bound to fuck up his car.” He shrugged. “I need something so Henderson can pul the bastard in and ask him some questions.”
She could see the logic in al that, but it stil bothered her. Wade could be putting himself in danger, and she wouldn’t al ow that. “Why you?
Shouldn’t we tel the detective about al this and let him do the investigating?”
Wade reached over and caressed her thigh. Warmth seeped through her jeans, and she relaxed a measure. “Yes, and we wil . First, I want to see what I can learn about this guy. I want something solid.” As he pul ed onto his street, he said, “We don’t want this prick fal ing through the cracks. I want to gather as much evidence as I can.”
“And if that doesn’t work, we’l just dig a big hole and bury the motherfucker,” Jonas said, his voice a little too serious for her peace of mind.
Gracie wrapped her arms around her chest. “You’re both so bloodthirsty. It’s freaking me out.”
“This isn’t about blood,” Wade said, his voice low and al the more powerful for it. “This is about protecting what’s mine.”
Hearing Wade proclaim that she belonged to him sent a thril through her. Knowing he could get hurt terrified her. If anything happened to him, it’d be like losing the ability to breathe. “I don’t want anyone hurt because of me, Wade. Please, just cal Detective Henderson. Tel him what we learned. Let him do his thing.”
Wade pul ed up to his home and shut off the engine. He turned in the seat, and their gazes clashed. “You need to have a little faith, Gracie,”
he whispered. “This is what I do. I’m not going out there half-cocked. Surveil ance. That’s al it is.”
“Yeah, he’s the levelheaded one,” Jonas said. “I’m the loose cannon in this outfit. Why do you think he wants me steering a wide path around his baby sister?”
Wade cursed and glared over her head at Jonas. Gracie laughed, letting go of some of the fear that had her stomach in knots. “You’re going to get your comeuppance some day, Jonas.”
Jonas chuckled. “Hey, if she’s a tal , sexy brunette who goes by the name of Deanna, then I’m al for getting my comeuppance.”
Wade reached around her and smacked Jonas on the back of the head. “Quit thinking about her, dickhead.”
“Not a chance, buddy.” Jonas quickly exited the truck and started up the walk, leaving Gracie alone with Wade.
She turned toward him, scared al over again. “I don’t want you going after George. Please, Wade. We have no idea what he’s capable of.”
Wade took her face between his palms. “This is what I do, Gracie. Don’t ask me to stop being a private investigator. I can’t do it. Not even for you.”
She shook her head. “Of course not, Wade. I would never ask that of you. But I’m scared.”
“I know, sweetheart, but there’s no need. I’l be okay. It’s time to finish this. I want you safe. I want it done.”
“I want it done, too. And I want you safe. Just remember that when you’re out there tomorrow.”
“I wil .” He caressed her lower lip with the pad of his thumb. “Besides, knowing you’re waiting for me is enough incentive for any man to use caution.”
She pushed at his chest, but he didn’t budge. “If you get hurt, I’m making you sleep alone.”
“Mmm, that’s my Fiery Angel,” he murmured as he brushed his lips over hers. As always, Gracie melted.
27
“I don’t like leaving you here unprotected. You have the mace I gave you?” Wade stared at the tal structure with resignation. Two of them. He had things to take care of, and Gracie had a job to get back to. Stil , a sense of foreboding rode him, and he didn’t like it one damn bit.
“Yes, I have the mace. And your number is on my speed dial. I’l be in an office building ful of people, Wade. Nothing is going to happen to me.”
He took in the sight of her. Her hair was up in a ponytail, and she wore a tight, black skirt and white silk blouse. They’d gone shopping after dinner the night before, and she’d purchased several new things. Like the pretty bra and underwear set. The color matched her eyes. However, she’d refused to wear it with the white blouse, claiming it would show through. Wade had managed to wiggle a promise out of her that she’d wear the pretty satin bits for him tonight.
Christ, she looked good enough to eat. As his gaze lingered on her breasts, he smiled. “The chain I ordered for your piercings is supposed to be delivered today.”
She blushed and smoothed a hand over her skirt. “I know.”