now only carry in her head.
“But it’s only stuff.”
“Never mind.” A practical guy who carried light would never understand, so she didn’t even try. “Why do you doubt my renting status?”
“Because I own the house with Garrett. Because we never agreed to rent. Because he never mentioned you. Because I can’t believe Sara would agree.”
“I see you’ve given this some thought.”
“I’ve been stuck on an assignment in Arizona, but I’d think Garrett would have gotten word to me.”
“This assignment of yours.” Her gaze wandered to the nightstand and the two guns, one knife and strange-looking metal star thing sitting there. “I guess it explains the weapons?”
“Remember how I said I was a Border Patrol agent? Well, I’ve been undercover for fourteen months.”
“Sounds terrible.”
His mouth fell into a flat line when he tried to sit up higher on the bed. He flopped back against the pillow as the skin around the corners of his mouth turned white. “It was even worse than that, but it’s over.”
“No wonder you seem so comfortable chasing and shooting.”
“Not so good with being injured, though.”
She traced her fingers over the edge of the bandage and watched his stomach dip in response. “You got knifed on your last assignment. It hadn’t healed when the guy hit you.”
“And now I am on mandatory leave.”
The laugh bubbled up before she could stop it. “This is your idea of rest and relaxation? Dodging bullets and running from fires?”
“Believe it or not, no.”
His broad smile caught her off guard. Since she’d done enough admiring of his strong jaw and sexy mouth, she looked around the room, anywhere not to stare at him.
The room smelled like wet carpet, and the dark brown furniture and lack of sunlight made it resemble a tomb. Not the best place for a guy to recuperate.
They both jumped when Joel opened the door, talking as he walked. “Pax and Davis are on the way.”
She drew back her hand and inched away from Jeremy. “Who?”
“More of Garrett’s men.” This time Jeremy scooted back until his neck rested against the headboard. “Why are they even here? I thought they were working out east these days.”
“Had some business in town.”
Jeremy nodded. “Understood.”
“That makes one of us.” The shortcut conversation was making her crazy. She’d shoot them her best eye roll but was too tired to do anything but talk, and even that took more concentration than she possessed. “Now might be a good time to tell me what your brother does and why he has so many men helping him do it.”
“I like her.” Joel laughed as he took up a position by the window, glancing at them each in turn and then looking outside. “Don’t get me wrong. I liked Sara, too, but this one has spunk.”
That was the second or third time Meredith had heard the name. Each time Jeremy had frowned and shot her an unreadable look.
Meredith couldn’t shake the feeling of being judged by Jeremy. “And while you’re at it, explain who this Sara person is.”
Joel treated her to the typical she-lost-it look guys did so well. “She’s Garrett’s fiancée.”
Meredith jumped off the bed. Nearly swallowed her tongue and bounced Jeremy off the mattress as she moved. “His what?”
“I guess I should say ex. I mean, you guys are—” Joel’s smirk died. “Right?”
“Wrong.”
Jeremy wrapped his fingers around her wrist and gave her a gentle tug until she looked down at him. “You still sure you’re not seeing Garrett?”
“Positive. Never dated or even thought about it.”
Jeremy pointed at his mouth. “You can resist a face like this?”
“On Garrett, yes. Keep in mind he was never around.”
Jeremy’s hold tightened before he let his hand drop. “Go back to your first comment. Only on my brother?”
She’d hoped he’d missed that verbal misstep. No such luck. “I’m wondering why I’ve never seen this Sara person at the house.”
The amusement faded from Jeremy’s eyes. “I’m worried about the same thing.”
Joel held up his phone. “She didn’t answer any of the four times I’ve tried.”
Meredith refused to panic. None of the information she’d heard made any sense. She rarely saw Garrett, but he’d never mentioned a fiancée and never bothered to bring her by to say hello. The pieces refused to fit together in any logical way. Still, Meredith had to believe a reasonable explanation lingered somewhere, maybe just out of reach, but there. “Couldn’t she be on vacation with Garrett? That would explain why we can’t reach either of them.”
Something cold and bleak moved behind Jeremy’s eyes. He controlled the starkness almost immediately. “I can’t contact him through any of our regular channels and he’s not answering the emergency call signal.”
Joel shook his head. “Damn.”
From the reaction, she knew the lack of communication wasn’t standard. She might not see him for weeks, but Garrett clearly checked in with Jeremy and the team. The failure to do so now had the other men reeling. Their tension touched off a new round of swirling panic inside her.
“Tell Pax and Davis to search for Sara. Credit cards, bank records. I want to know where she’s been.” Jeremy reached for his phone and frowned when it wasn’t in its place on the nightstand. “Once I fight off this painkiller buzz, I’ll check her house and some other places where she might be.”
Meredith put her hand over her back pocket. If Jeremy saw the bulge he’d know she’d grabbed his cell. He’d likely jump to conclusions about her wanting to call for help. In reality she knew, deep down knew, she was safest with Jeremy and there was no reason to run.
She also knew she had to hide his phone if she wanted him to rest. Having all those muscles meant nothing if he passed out at her feet.
“Already ahead of you on the calls,” Joel said. “Davis and I will take surveillance. Pax is coming to check you out.”
“Not necessary.” Jeremy shifted to the side of the bed.
She moved to lean against the mattress, blocking his path to the floor. “Does this Pax have medical training?”
Joel smiled. “Yes, ma’am.”
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