Chapters (52)
- “I’VE NEVER LIED TO YOU, DANA.”
- Also by
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Epilogue
- Teaser chapter
“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
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.