by Donna Grant
And somehow that pleased him.
That should have sent him out the door to have Rhys replace him, but he didn’t want to share Jane with anyone. Especially not another Dragon King, and not when their magic to prevent them from falling for humans was disappearing.
“Why do you drive for PureGems?”
He met her inquiring gaze and realized she was asking more than what her words said. She wanted to know what had gone wrong in his life to that made him just a driver for a company.
Banan came up with another lie quickly, one that would put him in a good light. And better earn her trust.
“I’m no’ just a driver. I’m a bodyguard of sorts hired to look after things.”
She stopped stirring the food and said, “Does Mr. Arnold need a bodyguard?”
Banan shrugged and took a drink of wine. “I doona know. All I know is that I was hired by corporate to keep an eye on Arnold. I go where they tell me.”
“Interesting,” she murmured, and looked back at the food. “Tell me what you did before coming to London.”
Banan suddenly hated the lies, so he decided to add a healthy measure of truth to his answers. “I’m part of a large family.”
Jane grinned as she got out two baguettes of bread and put them on a baking sheet to heat in the oven. “How large?”
“Large,” he said. “So large that sometimes you need to get away for a bit.”
“But you always go home?” she asked, and looked his way.
“Always.” Partly because he wanted to, but also because he had to.
It was part of who they were. They could venture away Dreagan for a month at a time, but they had to return or the magic holding the deadly silver dragons would no longer keep them sleeping, which would result in a war no one wanted. But Banan couldn’t tell her that.
“How long will you stay in London?” she asked.
“That depends on a number of things. I doona care for the city, so I doubt I’ll be staying too long.”
She turned from putting the bread in the oven and placed her hands on the counter. “That’s too bad.”
“Is it? Why?”
She glanced at her hands. “I don’t have many friends, and no one I can cook for.”
“Ah. So I’m just someone you want to feed?” he asked with a grin he couldn’t keep off his face.
Jane nodded, her eyes sparkling with laughter. “It gives me the excuse to cook that I need.”
“Is it a friend you need?” he asked, his smile gone as he realized the seriousness of his question.
She turned to drain the pasta. “Everyone needs friends.”
“Someone you can cook for?”
She laughed, the sound sweet and erotic. “Definitely.”
“Someone you can talk to about your bastard of a boss?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Someone you can share secrets with?”
Her gaze snapped to his. “Would you share your secrets?”
Banan rose from the barstool and walked around the counter to grab two plates from the cabinet. “I’ve never wanted to share my secrets.”
It was the truth, but he didn’t tell her how he found himself wanting to share them with her.
“Me either,” she said, and spooned the noodles into the plates before pouring the sauce over them.
She handed him both plates, and then checked the bread. Banan got the forks and their wineglasses to place on the table. Then he watched as she took out the bread, cut it, and put it in a basket.
Once she was seated beside him, he took her hand and looked deep into her rich brown eyes. “Thank you, Jane.”
“For what?”
“For this. The food, the conversation. All of it.”
“You act as if you’ve never done this before.”
He’d had women cook for him before, but he’d never yearned for one of them as he did Jane.
And that was just the first of many differences he recognized.
One of many that sent warning bells off in his mind that he continued to ignore.
Chapter 5
Banan and Jane finished their meal and moved to the couch. Soon after, Jane turned off all the lights save the small lamp on the end table. Not that he minded. He kept her talking of her family and her childhood. He was enraptured by her descriptions of Seattle and her life there.
There hadn’t been a time in his very long existence where he’d thought to ever care about anything so mundane as her Thanksgiving dinners or the party she and a friend had thrown for their high school graduation.
Yet Banan wanted to know every detail. When it seemed as if she might stop talking, he asked her another question to keep her going.
He found himself laughing at the exploits of her and her best friend sneaking out of her house. A few minutes later, as he listened to her story about prom, he actually thought about flying to Washington and finding the bastard who had ruined her special night.
She’d been enthusiastic to describe the dances they had in America, and though she chuckled as she spoke of her date, Banan could see the hurt she couldn’t quite hide in her eyes.
Her eyes were her most expressive feature. Every emotion she felt could be seen in them.
Even when she couldn’t stop yawning, and her lids grew drowsy, he kept her talking. Banan glanced at his watch to find it was well after one in the morning. He’d purposely kept Jane up until she fell asleep so he could search her house.
He’d always been able to keep an open mind about people, but the more he learned of Jane, the more he hoped she wasn’t part of what was going on at PureGems.
There had been a few times he tried to turn the conversation to Richard Arnold, but Jane had deftly turned it away with such ease, it always took a moment before Banan realized what had happened.
He rose from his end of the couch and squatted beside her. Slowly, he extracted the wineglass from her fingers before any spilled and set it on the end table, and then switched off the lamp.
Every instinct told him to hurry and begin to search her flat, but he couldn’t resist running the back of a finger down her cheek.
For long minutes he simply stared at her, wondering how she might be involved with Arnold, if she was involved at all. Mostly he didn’t want her to be a part of it, which clouded his judgment.
Banan rose and, as silent as a ghost, began to search her small flat. He started in her room, moved into the tiny bathroom, and then was back in the kitchen. With every area that he searched and found nothing, the more relief he felt.
He softly closed a drawer and looked at the couch to find it empty. Banan’s gaze swiftly scanned the flat and found Jane at the window staring down at the street.
“Jane?” he murmured.
She didn’t turn around as she said, “I think something happened at work today.”
“What do you mean?” He kept his voice low, like hers, as he slowly made his way to her.
One of Jane’s shoulders lifted in a shrug. “I think I overheard something. It was Richard’s tone. When he spoke to me it…frightened me.”
Banan wanted to find Richard Arnold and rip his heart out for making Jane feel afraid. Banan stepped around the couch and over Jane’s purse, but stopped short of going to her.
“Tell me,” he urged. “What did you hear?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then how do you know it was something bad?”
She jerked her chin toward the window. “Him.”
In an instant, Banan was standing behind her, looking over her shoulder. He spotted the man on the street as he gazed up at Jane’s window.
Banan warred with himself about whether to confront the man or get Jane to safety first.
“Why is he watching me?” she asked, and turned her face to Banan.
He pulled her away from the window and turned her so that her back was against the wall. Her fresh, sweet scent filled his senses, making him struggle to keep his lust in control.
“Tell me
what happened.” When she didn’t respond, Banan tried another tactic. “I’m a bodyguard, remember? I can protect you.”
Jane’s large, coffee brown eyes glanced at the window. “While you’re here. You won’t always be around, Banan.”
“Let me help. Please. Tell me what happened yesterday.”
She squeezed the bridge of her nose between two fingers and closed her eyes. “I was in Richard’s office, taking notes for a letter he wanted me to draft. His cell, I mean, mobile phone kept ringing, and he kept answering it.”
Her hand dropped and she opened her eyes to look at him. “For each call, he spoke as if I wasn’t in the room. Normally, if it’s important, he tells me to leave. Otherwise, I must stay. It wasn’t until the last call that things changed.”
“How so?”
“He turned his chair around so that his back was to me before he ever even answered it.”
Banan nodded. “So it was a private call. Why no’ ask you to leave?”
“I don’t know,” she said with a shrug, and looked away. “He was acting very odd. Then he asked me to leave. He thought I was gone when he went back to his conversation. But I heard something, and as I was paying attention to his side of the conversation, I ran into a chair. I stayed there listening until he noticed me.”
He frowned as her voice faded away. Banan smoothed a lock of hair away from her face. “Jane?”
When her gaze turned back to him, he saw the trepidation in her dark depths.
“His voice was low, almost a whisper,” Jane said, her own voice shaking. “But I know what I heard.”
“Which was?” Banan pressed.
“Dreagan and Sloan.” She leaned her head back against the wall. “I knew then that Richard was somehow involved with sending Sloan and Elena to that mountain. But why?”
Fury welled inside Banan because he’d known Richard Arnold was involved. Having Jane say the words made him itch to find Arnold right then and pound the truth out of him.
“Banan?”
He blinked, and realized he was squeezing her shoulders. Immediately he loosened his hold, but didn’t drop his hands from her. “Did Arnold say he sent Sloan and Elena to Dreagan?”
“No,” she answered with a small shake of her head. “Whoever he was talking to gave him some information. I know Richard was upset because he hadn’t known how dangerous it was, or at least that’s what he said.”
“At least you got out of there before Arnold knew you overheard anything.”
When Jane simply looked at him, a feeling of dread filled Banan.
“Bloody hell.” Banan spun from Jane and raked a hand down his face. He still had no idea if Jane was in on it or not. Everything she was saying could be a ruse.
Yet he knew her fear was real.
So was the man watching her flat.
“I like Elena,” Jane said.
Banan turned his head to find Jane with her arms wrapped around herself as she stared out the window. “And Sloan?”
“Sloan was…well, she could be like Richard. Richard and Sloan were always together. Several times they invited Elena to go to lunch with them, but she usually declined because she was busy with work.”
“You think they wanted her to be a part of whatever they were doing?”
Jane blew out a long breath. “I don’t know anymore. I had this weird feeling Richard might do something to me for overhearing his conversation. I had work to do. I never leave it.”
“Then why did you?”
Her large eyes shifted to him. “Something told me to run. It was like something was behind me urging me out of the building as quick as I could. I even took a taxi home because I didn’t want Richard to come down and find me.”
Banan simply stared at her, wondering how much of what she said was the truth.
“That’s silly isn’t it?” Jane said with a forced laugh. “I mean, why would he come after me? I’m just his secretary.”
Banan glanced out the window to see the man still staring their way. Banan sighed and made a decision he prayed didn’t backfire on them. “Jane, Arnold did chase after you.”
“What?” she asked breathlessly, her voice full of shock.
“I saw him. You’d just gotten into the cab when he came out.” Banan paused and looked her way. “I think the man at the street was sent by Arnold.”
“Oh, God,” Jane said, and slid to the floor so that her knees were against her chest. Suddenly she frowned at him. “You saw me leave work?”
“Aye, I—”
“And then you came here asking me to dinner,” she said over him. “You continued to bring up work. Why? Why are you following me? Why do you care what happened to me?”
He clenched his jaw when he heard the hysterical rise in her voice. “Jane, I’m no’ following you. I’m a driver for PureGems, remember? I was there.”
“No,” she said angrily. “There’s more. I know it. I thought…It doesn’t matter what I thought.”
He inwardly cringed as he realized she was going to say she’d thought he was interested in her. And the kink in the whole situation was that he was interested.
“Who are you, really?” she demanded, her eyes shining brightly.
Banan had opened his mouth to reply, when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He held up a finger to her and quickly answered it.
“Well?” Rhys asked on the other end of the phone.
Banan looked out the window. “How close are you?”
“Close. Why?”
“There’s an unwanted visitor waiting for Jane. He needs to be taken care of.”
“Where?”
Banan saw a form move out of the shadows just a few doors down from the man. “He’s the one staring up at Jane’s window. I’ve a feeling he’s going to try to force his way in once I leave.”
“Why tell me? Why no’ take care of him yourself?”
Banan found Jane staring at him with a mixture of trepidation and fury. “Rhys, when you get done, come up to Jane’s.”
His answer was a click that ended the conversation.
Banan nodded his head to the window. “My friend is going to take care of your watcher.”
He’d expected Jane to get up and watch, but she stayed where she was. Banan didn’t need to see if Rhys did his job. Rhys was a Dragon King. And Dragon Kings always succeeded.
“Who. Are. You?” Jane asked again, her voice growing angrier with every word.
“Rhys is a friend. He willna harm you.”
“Right,” she said as she jumped to her feet. “Which is why you asked him to come up here.”
“Nay. I asked him up so we could both talk to you.”
She leaned to the side and grabbed her purse. Banan knew she was searching for either the can of Mace or the knife he’d found while searching her purse the day before.
Neither would do much damage to him.
There was a soft knock on the door, and then it opened. Banan glanced behind him to see Rhys fill the doorway.
“Whoever that was willna be bothering you again,” Rhys said to Jane.
There was a pause as Jane pulled both the knife and the pepper spray from her purse. She released the purse and flipped the knife open so that she held a weapon in each hand.
“Ah…Banan, what’s going on?” Rhys asked as he softly closed the door behind him.
Jane lifted the Mace toward Rhys. “Stop right where you are. I didn’t invite you, and I don’t want you up here.”
“I’ve made a muck of things,” Banan answered Rhys.
Rhys grunted and folded his arms over his chest. “Obviously. I gather Jane isna in on whatever Arnold is up to?”
Banan said, “Nay” the same time Jane shouted “What?”
Rhys laughed softly and walked into the kitchen. He leaned over the leftover bowl of pasta and inhaled. “Smells good,” he said as he found a fork and began to eat.
Banan ignored Rhys as he focused on Jane. “We work for Dreagan, Jane. We knew there was some k
ind of plot to learn more about our—” He stopped because he searched for what to tell her.
“Your whisky?” she offered. “I know it’s good, but is it that good?”
“It’s a moneymaking industry,” Rhys said around a mouthful of food. “People have killed for less.”
Banan watched her digest the information and wondered if she believed them.
“This has to do with Sloan and Elena caving on your land, doesn’t it?” she asked.
Banan leaned against the back of the couch and nodded. “The area of Dreagan land they were on is private. The road going to that part of the mountain is hidden and known only by few. We need to know how Sloan discovered it.”
“Why didn’t you just ask me?” she asked wearily. Jane dropped the weapons and walked around the couch to sit down. “No lies, no snooping around. I’d have told you all that you wanted to know.”
“True.”
She gave a snort. “Oh. I see. I was a suspect. Why? Because I work directly with Richard?”
“Aye,” Rhys said.
Banan always trusted his instinct, and it had been telling him Jane wasn’t a part of the plot. Or was that just his cock leading him around?
Never had he been more unsure, and never had he prayed more to be right.
Because Jane Holden was quickly becoming someone he wanted to be around.
Chapter 6
Jane couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her. A suspect. She turned to glare at Banan. “How could any of you think I was part of it?”
“We knew nothing about you. We had a strong hunch Arnold was involved, but we didna know how deep it went in PureGems.”
“Have you questioned Elena? I mean, I don’t know where she was after Sloan died, but it was a few days before she returned to London.”
The silence that followed her statement made a shiver race down her spine.
“You’ve already spoken with Elena,” Jane said with a nod as it all clicked into place. “And you believe her?”
Rhys picked up the large pasta bowl in his hand and continued to twirl his fork in it as he walked to the edge of the kitchen. “Aye, we believe Elena. She nearly died in that mountain, for one. And another, she and Guy fell in love.”