Men Of Honour. Lori Foster

      She swallowed. “Across the street. If no one stole it, my car should still be over there.”

      It didn’t surprise him that Molly had thought ahead. If someone wanted her absence to look uneventful, taking her car would have shored up that ruse. Folks would assume she’d left for a trip.

      Dare turned where she indicated into a small parking lot. As Molly had claimed, there were floodlights mounted on poles to keep the area lit at night. He’d also noted some older people sitting on their porches, to take advantage of the warmer day. The area was a mix of stately, single-family homes and homes converted into apartments.

      Typical of older structures, the buildings had a lot of character and structural details. The area was clean and well maintained and, as she’d said, quiet.

      Hard to believe that no one had noticed her being snatched.

      With relief, she said, “There it is.” She pointed to a sporty little Mazda Miata in cherry red.

      Huh. So her captors weren’t concerned with appearances. “Cute car.”

      “Cute?” Pretending offense, she glared at him. “That was my gift to myself from my last contract.”

      “Personal reward, huh?” Glad to see her less focused on the danger, Dare said, “I like it.” It was a little small for him to fit comfortably into, but he could see Molly behind the wheel. “It suits you.”

      After parking next to her car, he stored the sunglasses above the visor and turned to her. He hadn’t known her long, but already he could pick up on her moods. He wished he could somehow make this easier for her.

      And maybe he could. Looking at her mouth, at the way she worried her bottom lip, he reached for her. “Come here.”

      Surprise overtook the worry as he tugged her toward him. “Dare?”

      Holding her face in his hands, he took her mouth in a kiss that started slow but quickly turned into a deep, soft distraction.

      When she relaxed against him, he eased her back into her seat. Soothing her bottom lip with his thumb, he whispered, “Ready?”

      Those beautiful, dark eyes of hers refocused and slowly filled with accusation. “You did that on purpose.”

      “Yeah.” He bent forward and kissed her again, light and quick. “Just reminding you that you’re not alone. I’m here, and there’s no way in hell I’d let anyone hurt you.”

      “You are so cocky.” She smiled when she said it, making it sound like a compliment instead of an insult. “I guess I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.” She turned and opened her door.

      As she walked around the hood toward him, Dare took a minute to look over her car. Molly thought he was admiring it, but really he wanted to make sure that it hadn’t been tampered with. He’d have someone give it a more thorough going-over before she drove it again, but for now, it seemed fine.

      Constantly scanning the area, Dare retrieved his duffel bag and a small suitcase for Molly’s clothes. His hand at her back, they started across the street to the building where she lived. Her next-door neighbors, sitting on their porches, made obvious note of the bags and Dare’s presence.

      “I thought you said no one paid any attention around here.”

      “All day long, you don’t see a soul, especially in the colder months. But I guess it was warm enough today to entice some folks out.”

      He nodded to an older couple who stared at him, but said in an aside to Molly, “I take it you don’t bring many guys around?”

      Molly refused to look up at anyone. “Just Adrian, but not even him for a while.”

      She went in through the unlocked front door that let them into a foyer of sorts. Beyond them were two doors on either side of the building, presumably for apartments. On the right wall were four mailboxes.

      Molly went to the stairs at the left. “I’m upstairs.”

      Dare kept her ahead of him, but only by a few steps. Something didn’t feel right to him. He’d always been a gut-instinct type, and right now, his instincts were kicking hard.

      There were two more units at the top of the stairs, one to the left and one to the right.

      When Molly headed to the door on the right, Dare stopped her. “Let me go in first.”

      Catching on to his concern, Molly froze. “You think something is wrong?”

      “I don’t know.” He kept his tone low as he opened a compartment in his duffel and withdrew his Glock.

      Staring at the weapon, Molly pressed back to the wall. “What are you doing?”

      Keeping his gaze on the door, Dare set the bags beside her. “Wait right here. Don’t move. If you see anyone, call out to me. Otherwise, be quiet.” He stepped away.

      Her hand snagged his arm in a desperate hold. “Dare?”

      Sparing her a quick glance, he asked, “What?”

      “You’re scaring me.”

      “Not now, Molly.” This wasn’t the time to soothe her, or to explain. At the door, he listened but didn’t hear anything. The knob turned and the unlocked door opened with an ominous squeak typical to old homes. Even with the room in shadows, Dare could see the evidence of a search.

      “Shit.”

      “What?” she asked in a harsh whisper. “What is it?”

      Dare spared her a warning glance that silenced her again, and then he slipped into the apartment. Someone had trashed her place.

      Dare took it all in with a fast glance: furniture overturned, drawers ransacked, papers scattered. Books everywhere. Damn, but the woman had a lot of books.

      She was not going to be happy.

      Trusting her to stay where he’d left her, Dare ventured farther inside. Whoever had searched her place had left the kitchen lights on, but the drapes closed. Without making a sound, Dare went through each room. He found most of them in total disarray, but empty of intruders. Stepping over toppled furniture, clothes, books and garbage, Dare went back for Molly.

      He found her standing in the open doorway, her face pinched and her eyes burning with anger.

      “Damn it.” While stowing the gun at the small of his back, Dare strode over to her. “I told you to stay put.”

      Her slim shoulders were weighed down by their heavy bags, with one hanging from each hand. Molly didn’t seem to notice as she stared around at her destroyed living room. “Who would do this?”

      “Neither of us knows, and that’s why you damn well should have waited like you were told.” He took the bags from her and set them inside, then caught her arm and pulled her in, too. He closed and locked the door, caught her shoulders and pinned her to the wall.

      She stared up at him without fear, her dark eyes huge—and, damn it, wounded.

      But he couldn’t let her slide on this. Her safety depended on her following his every order to the letter.

      Dare gripped her shoulders. “Here’s how this is going to work.” She felt so small and delicate in his hold that he had to struggle not to hug her close. “From now on, you’re going to do exactly what I tell you to do, how I tell you to do it. Do you understand me?”

      She looked beyond him to the living room. Dare gently shook her. “This is important, Molly.”

      “I know.” She sounded numb. “I guess I should have expected this. But the idea of someone going through my personal things …”

      For now, Dare gave up. Later, he’d again go over the importance of her following his instructions. “It’s mostly just dumped, not broken.” He righted the chair closest to them and