Wolfe shook his head, finally looking at Dana. His topaz eyes had darkened to glittering fury. “No. We need to keep this under wraps.”
“That is your decision, but I want to recheck your blood in a week,” the doctor said.
“Fine,” Wolfe said. “Since we ingested the drugs, there are no other concerns, right?”
The doctor sighed. “Right. Well, except for the unprotected sex. I don’t need to tell you—”
Wolfe cut off the call.
Dana ran her hands through her now blond hair, pulling near her scalp. “We’re both clean, so stop worrying.”
“That’s not what I’m worrying about.” Wolfe tucked the phone away.
She shook her head. “Don’t borrow trouble.” She wouldn’t even go there in her mind.
“When will we know?”
Man, she missed the fun-loving, goofy Wolfe. This guy was too serious, too intense. “It doesn’t matter,” she said.
“Dana.”
“Fine. In two weeks, but I’m not worried about it.” She turned and strode into the living room, stopping at the sight of the sleeping dog. “Force didn’t take Roscoe?”
“No. Roscoe stays with you until I find this guy.” Wolfe turned off the office light and shut the door. “Things have changed. We’re in this together, and Roscoe is part of that.”
Lightning flashed outside and she jumped. Then she turned to face him, her head hurting more. “You’re being crazy.”
The muscle beneath his jaw visibly ticked. “This guy used me to hurt you, and that changes things.”
Sometimes she couldn’t follow his logic. “Hurt me?”
“Yeah. Having drugged sex that you can barely remember definitely hurts you.” Wolfe growled the last words.
“Then somebody used me to hurt you, too,” she countered, her chin lifting. “Frankly, since it was you, I’m not all that hurt. Sure, I’m mad somebody did that, and we’ll make them pay. But I trust you, and none of this is your fault.” He seemed so far away.
“Yeah, it is my fault, and I’m going to fix it. Until I do, if I’m not with you, then Roscoe is, and Mal will watch from his place.” Wolfe’s face showed no give. None. His shoulders went back. “For now, why don’t you get some sleep? You can have the bedroom. I’m going to get some work done, and we can talk more tomorrow.” He moved past her, went back into the office, and shut the door.
Anger roared through her, followed by exhaustion. Sleep was a good idea, but no way could she do it. Maybe Wolfe would stop being so angry in the morning. She retook her seat on the sofa and grabbed up Candy’s notes. If she couldn’t crack Wolfe’s hard head, maybe she could crack this code.
Chapter Seventeen
Wolfe couldn’t think and he couldn’t breathe. He’d been in his home office for an hour, and his mind wouldn’t work. Grimacing, he left the office and stopped cold.
Dana had fallen asleep on the sofa, with the dog at her feet and the kitten near her head. Her silky hair was spread out on the cushions, and even in sleep, dark circles marred the pale skin beneath her eyes. She was a tall woman, a curvy one, but lying there on his sofa, she looked fragile. Vulnerable and defenseless.
He’d been an ass to her earlier, but the anger wouldn’t leave him alone. It was eating him from the inside out.
Using all his stealth, he moved into his bedroom and changed into sweats and tennis shoes without making a sound. Then he returned to the living room, gently removed the papers off her stomach, and lifted her from the sofa. With a murmur, she cuddled into his chest, remaining asleep.
Trusting him completely.
She sighed and sliced his heart in two. He carried her into the bedroom and set her in the bed, turning as the dog padded into the room.
“Watch her,” Wolfe ordered, grabbing his phone and striding from the room.
The first text he sent was to Malcolm so that he would watch the house for the next couple of hours. He sent the second text because he’d promised he would.
Then he stepped into the stormy night and made sure to lock the door behind himself. A light flicked on at Mal’s house, and he nodded, moving into a jog and then a full-out run. Heated rain splattered against him, quickly soaking his T-shirt. He let the water run down his face, taking the punishment and running down the forested road even faster.
