Re/Paired (Doms of the FBI Book 2)

by Michele Zurlo

  “We have a picture, Trina, of a woman. That’s a lot. I know I’m jumping the gun on this a little. Nothing is official, and I’m still working on the case, but this is a major breakthrough.” He closed his hands around the fists she’d made. Their warmth indicated exactly how cold her hands had become. “That, and I need to ask you not to go home today. The place was trashed. I have a team there now, gathering evidence. It’s safest if you just go home with Rossetti.”

  Trashed. She closed her eyes and buried feelings of violation underneath the relief she felt at the imminent end of this ordeal. “Did you want me to look at the picture? Maybe I know her.”

  Dustin’s pocket vibrated, and he checked his cell. “That’s not necessary. We got a positive match.”

  From the expression on his face, she could only tell that the information he received hadn’t made him happy. “Who is it?”

  He shook his head. “This just got more complicated. I need to check this out before I say anything more, but I can tell you that I’ll make an arrest in the next few hours.” He stood up, pulling her to her feet with him because he didn’t release her hand.

  “Dustin, you have a name.” She deserved to know the name of the person who had upended her life for the past two weeks.

  Instead of answering, he hugged her close and kissed her cheek. “I’ll let you deliver the news to Malcolm and Keith, and I’ll call you once this is all over.”

  He left. Katrina spent the rest of the workday vacillating between bouts of manic productiveness and choking anxiety. She called and left voice mails for Malcolm and Keith. Her parents actually picked up the phone, and they both expressed relief.

  Keith met her in the parking garage wearing a happy smile on his face. He opened his arms, and she stepped right into his embrace. “I’m still going to be sleeping over when you stay at home.”

  With his arms around her, the stress of the day melted away. She closed her eyes and realized how drained she was. “Dustin wants me to stay away from my house this evening. Let’s go to your house. I want chocolate ice cream and a chick flick. You can paint my toenails.”

  He laughed and gave her one final squeeze. “I’ve never painted toenails before. You might come to regret that offer.”

  He released her and opened her car door. She slid into the driver’s seat and looked up at him. “No resistance to a chick flick?”

  He shrugged. “I can’t remember ever watching one of those either.”

  “Wow. Two new experiences in one night. Are you sure you’re up for it?” She was teasing, but her concern was real. Sex was off the table tonight. “Seriously, if you want to do your own thing while I veg on the sofa, I’ll understand.”

  “As long as I get to be with you, I can handle the rest.” He closed her door and headed to his SUV parked across the aisle.

  Keith found himself shaking his head at random intervals for the entire drive home. He’d agreed to a romantic movie and possibly painting Kat’s toenails. This was new territory for him in some ways. He’d watched plenty of movies with Kat, but they’d always been action-adventure or war themed or science fiction.

  She’d been kidding about the toenails, but part of him wanted to try it. The act seemed so intimate, something a man would do for a woman he cherished. In the past, he would have nixed the idea purely because it seemed like a submissive thing to do, but the more he thought about it, the more it became a dominating action. It was like aftercare, only it didn’t necessitate a scene beforehand.

  He might actually enjoy it. He activated the voice controls for his cell and called Kat. If Dustin was making an arrest, then she’d be fine alone for a few minutes. “Honey, I’m going to stop at the store. You go to my place and figure out what movie you want to see.”

  “Okay.” She didn’t sound worried. “Can you pick up some ice cream with double fudge and brownie chunks? I am in serious need of chocolate.”

  He was pleased to see how much she’d perked up with this news. This morning, she’d been pale and lethargic, and he’d been gravely worried about her. He took his time at the store. The aisle with the nail polish was surprisingly huge, and just when he thought he’d looked through all the offerings, he noticed another display a few feet down the aisle.

  Since he couldn’t decide on one color, he chose several, and then he picked up a pedicure kit that contained toe spreaders. Painting her nails might be fun after all. The side trip turned out to take longer than he’d intended. Now he knew why Papa L always commented on how much time it took to shop for women. There were simply too many choices.

  When he arrived home, Kat greeted him in the front hall by jumping into his arms. To catch her, he dropped the bag with her ice cream and nail polish. Her exuberance was definitely sexy.

  “I should run to the store more often.”

  She giggled. “I got a voice mail from Dustin. They’ve made an arrest. I’m free, Keith. Nobody is hiding in the shadows anymore.” She slathered kisses all over his face, forcing him to close his eyes and enjoy the attention.

  But having Kat pressed against his body and wiggling her delectableness all over his front was fated to lead to a single place. Threading his fingers through her hair, he held her steady while he tasted the sweetness of her mouth. She moaned and rubbed against him. He let one of her legs slide to the floor, but he kept the other high on his hip so he could caress upward from her knee.

  “Son of a bitch!”

  His storm door slammed, jolting them both from the bliss they shared. Keith broke the kiss and slowly set Kat back on her feet. He’d dreaded this moment, but from the look on Kat’s face, she’d dreaded it more. Malcolm stood in his entryway, fists clenched, chest heaving with pissed-off breathing.

  Still, she didn’t let that stop her from trying to protect him from her brother’s wrath. “Malcolm, it’s not what you think.”

  “Not what I— I’m not fucking blind, Trina.” Malcolm’s jaw tightened, and so did his fists. “Go wait in my car.”

  Kat’s brows came down in hard slashes above her eyes. “I will not go wait in your car. I’m not leaving.”

  “You’re not staying here where this bastard can prey on you.” Malcolm stepped closer. His eyes contained more malice than Keith had ever seen on Malcolm. “You son of a bitch.”

  Keith knew his buddy’s moves almost as well as he knew his own. Mal was going to ignore Kat’s wishes and drag her from the house.

  Keith snatched up the shopping bag from the floor and shoved Kat behind him. “Take the bag to the kitchen and put your ice cream in the freezer. Malcolm and I need to talk.”

  She eluded his attempts to keep her out of harm’s way, probably because she didn’t consider her brother a threat. “Malcolm and you and I can all have a conversation like civilized people.”

  Malcolm growled. “I can’t believe I trusted you with my sister. Of all the people in the world, she’s the only one I forbade you from seeing. Thousands of women out there, but you had to have her.”

  And he’d readily agreed to the restriction. Kat had always been special to him, too good to be used and tossed aside by a man who didn’t know how to do anything else. But he wasn’t that man, not anymore. She’d changed him, shown him the delights he could have with her by his side, and it hadn’t taken her long to work her magic. “I’m sorry that you feel betrayed right now, Mal. I didn’t do this to piss you off. Kat means the world to me.”

  Mal moved one step closer. Keith knew Mal was getting ready to attack. He shoved the bag at Kat. “Kat, take this to the kitchen. Do not disobey me.”

  Giving her an order when Malcolm was ready to tear his head from his body probably wasn’t the best way to get her out of the room. She took the bag from him, but instead of leaving them alone in the foyer, she stepped between them.

  “Malcolm, be reasonable. I’m an adult, and so is Keith. If we want to be together, and we’re happy, how can you honestly object to that?”

  His heart broke a little, because he heard
the anguish in her voice. It redirected some of the steam in Malcolm’s sails as well.

  “Trina.” The growl was gone, replaced with a soft tone that left no doubt that Malcolm didn’t blame her for this. “You have no idea what you’re getting into. Whatever lies he’s told you—”

  “He hasn’t lied to me.” She squared her shoulders.

  Malcolm closed his eyes, and Keith knew he was counting to control his temper. Kat had been right about one thing: having her here did make Mal more rational. If she had gone when either of them told her to, Mal would have thrown a punch by now. Keith wasn’t afraid of fighting with Malcolm. The two of them had come to blows before. They were well matched.

  “If I agree to sit down and discuss this, will you listen to me, Trina? I mean really listen?”

  “Yes.” She put up a hand when he stepped toward her. “But you have to agree to listen to both Keith and me as well.”

  Grudgingly Malcolm nodded.

  “Rules.” Kat moved so that she could see both of them. “No physical violence, and no name-calling.”

  They both peered at her curiously.

  She pressed her lips together. “I’ve seen the way you two talk out your problems. It almost always involves bruising.”

  “No physical violence, and no name-calling.” Keith would agree to anything right now as long as it made her happy.

  Malcolm’s face didn’t move a muscle as he growled his agreement. Kat must have trusted them both, because she took the bag into the kitchen. She was stowing the ice cream as he entered the room and slid onto one of the high stools at his island counter. Mal took the one next to him. Strategically it blocked Kat’s view if either of them felt like punching the other in the thigh.

  The bag was on the counter between them. When she looked inside for more items to put away, her tense expression melted. She gazed at him with a tender smile that tugged at his heart. “Really?”

  Malcolm snatched the plastic bag and peered inside. “Nail polish? What the hell kind of kink is that?” Then he appeared to rethink his question. “Never mind. I don’t want to know. It doesn’t matter, because it ends right now.”

  Kat extracted the bag from Mal’s grasp. “You’re such a pervert sometimes.”

  Normally one of them would make a joke about her “sometimes” qualification. This time nobody did.

  “Listen, Mal, I know you’re upset. Keith wanted to tell you right away, but you had just started speaking to him again, and I couldn’t bear the thought of coming between you and your best friend.” Her bottom lip trembled the tiniest bit, and Keith noticed that the tired circles under her eyes had darkened.

  “So keeping this from me was your idea? When did you plan on letting me in on this little secret?” To his credit, Malcolm managed to keep his tone neutral.

  “Thursday. I was going to invite you and Darcy over for dinner, and we were going to tell you then.” She searched Malcolm’s face anxiously. “I was going to tell Mom and Dad first. They like Keith.”

  Most of this was news to Keith, but he did like her plan. Darcy was a good influence on Malcolm, and Mama L and Papa L would probably approve of the relationship. Kat needed people on her side. At any rate, it would have been a good plan if Mal hadn’t stopped by unexpectedly. Until now, that had never been an issue. Malcolm was always welcome at Keith’s house no matter what else he had going on at the time. Lately, Mal hadn’t dropped by. He was busy with Darcy, and Keith had been busy with Kat.

  Malcolm turned to Keith. “Are you sure you want her here for this? What I have to say isn’t exactly nice.”

  No, it wouldn’t be. But Mal wouldn’t say anything about his previous relationships that Kat didn’t already know. Keith spread his hands. “You tried kicking her out. I knew better. Kat is her own woman. She does what she wants.”

  Mal’s brows lifted in surprise. “And you’re okay with that? Because I know how you like to control every little detail concerning your submissives when they’re with you. What they wear, what they eat, when they eat, when they sleep, where and how they sleep, what they say, who they can talk to—”

  “Enough.” Kat parked her hands on her hips. “I knew he was a Dom going into this.”

  “But you don’t know what that means, Trina. That’s my point. He’s not like me, or even Dustin or Jordan. For Keith, it’s all about control. He could care less about what his submissives want. It’s all about him. Why do you think none of his relationships last more than a week or two? It’s not a healthy way to live.”

  “He treats his girlfriends like shit. I know.” When Malcolm opened his mouth, Keith knew it was to drive home his point. She held her hand up to stop Mal. “I don’t know why you think I would let him get away with treating me like that. It was hard at first, sure, but he adjusted quickly.”

  Keith chuckled at her characterization of events. She’d learned a lot, and she’d made a ton of changes, but she’d chosen to focus on him. It was so like her to minimize her role.

  Mal punched him under the counter. “You think this is funny?”

  “Kat makes me laugh.” He spread his hands wide on top of the counter, making no move to retaliate. He’d get Mal back, but now wasn’t the time. Kat would kill him if this degenerated into an actual fight. “That’s just one of the things I adore about her.”

  “Adore? You have no respect for the women you date. The fact that they are willing to go out with you automatically makes you hate them. I love you, man, but I’ve known you for too long to think you can suddenly be the kind of man my sister deserves. And you know I’m right.”

  Keith scowled. He’d used that argument with Kat already, and she’d shown him how wrong he was. How could he prove to Malcolm that Kat made him a new man?

  “That’s mean, Mal. Keith has been good to me for eleven years. Sure, he tried to be a dickhead when we first got together, but I put a stop to that right away.”

  Malcolm narrowed his eyes. “A dickhead? What did he do to you?”

  Kat blushed a little, bringing some color back to her face. She still looked tired, though. “Don’t ask, Mal. Just trust me to keep him in line.”

  “You can’t.” Malcolm shook his head. “He’s too messed up. Maybe you think he’ll change for you, and he might do it for a week or two, but ultimately, he is who he is.” Turning to face Keith, Malcolm looked tired too. “You’re an alcoholic who doesn’t trust a single woman. We talked about this years ago when you promised to leave my sister alone. She’s liked you since the first time I brought you home. What’s changed?”

  In all the scenarios he’d run through his mind, Keith hadn’t seriously thought that Malcolm would mention his addiction. He checked Kat to gauge her reaction. She was frowning, but he couldn’t pin down the exact cause. The entire conversation had to be uncomfortable for her. She hated confrontation.

  “I asked him to train me; that’s what happened. Then when he turned me down, I asked Dustin. He turned me down too. I was going to ask Jordan next, but Keith got mad and agreed to train me. It grew from there.” She ended with a flippant smile.

  Malcolm looked like he was about to have a stroke. “You asked him to train you? Then you asked Darcy to show you how to use a flogger. Why? Keith doesn’t switch. Unless… Oh.” Shades of bafflement washed over Mal’s face until he arrived at a conclusion that seemed to leave him with just as many questions. He nailed Keith with his most probing stare. “You’re willing to let her flog you.”

  Keith nodded. “It was her idea, but yeah, when she’s ready.”

  “You trust her?”

  Kat punched Mal hard on his arm. Apparently only he and Mal were prohibited from violence. “Of course he trusts me.”

  Malcolm ignored it, though Keith knew she packed a wallop. He held Keith’s gaze and waited for an answer.

  “I trust her. And I respect her. I like her a lot, and I find her very attractive. It’s not the same with her, Mal. You made me promise to stay away from the one woman who doesn’t buy my bul
lshit. She makes me want to be a better man.” His cheeks felt hot, and he hoped to hell he was coming down with a fever. He motioned to the plastic bag near Kat. “She asked me to paint her toenails and watch a chick flick, and I said yes.”

  For ten silent seconds, Malcolm stared at him, his hard expression etched on his face. Then he laughed and shook his head. “Holy shit. You’re serious.”

  “Yeah. I am.” His chest constricted a little. The people in this room were his whole world. “This is serious, the real thing. I wouldn’t risk our friendship if it wasn’t.”

  Malcolm nodded thoughtfully, his expression softening with acceptance.

  Kat flew around the counter and threw herself at Malcolm. She hugged her brother tightly. “I knew I could get you to see reason.”

  Malcolm hugged her back. “I’m reserving judgment, Trina.” That hardness was back as he nailed a warning to Keith’s forehead with his stare. “I’m not completely convinced yet. You’re a sweet, generous person, and if he takes advantage of that or breaks your heart, I will kill him.”

  If he broke her heart, Malcolm wouldn’t have to worry about that. Keith would take care of that himself. He didn’t take issue with the threat. “So, what brings you over on such a lovely afternoon? You never just stop by anymore.”

  Mal hugged Kat harder. “I came to tell you the person they arrested was not Trina’s stalker, which I pointed out to Dustin the moment I got hold of him.”

  Kat pushed away and staggered back. Keith caught her before she could trip and drew her close to him. She stared at Malcolm, her wide eyes edged with panic. “What happened?”

  “First, the person they picked up has no semen, which we found in trace amounts in your underwear drawer.”

  Her face twisted in horror. “Oh, ewww. That thing needs to get out of my house now.”

  Malcolm frowned. “It was Grandma’s, and it’s been cleaned. If you don’t want it, you’d better give it back to Mom and Dad. Also, the woman Dustin arrested turned out to be Starr Rossetti.”