Beneath the Burn (18 page)

She wanted to be supportive. She wanted to finish his tattoo, but she had to be careful with her feelings, and most definitely with his. More than that, she had to make sure Roy didn’t learn about her interest in Jay Mayard.

22

Charlee returned to Jay’s bedside, wearing his t-shirt instead of his puke. He hadn’t stirred. The sheets appeared clean. There were a few drops on the carpet, but the can caught most of it. A practiced move, no doubt.

She rinsed out the bucket in the bathroom and scrubbed the carpet with a towel that probably cost more than her entire wardrobe. Then she stood beside his head, staring at him. Should she move him?

Stop staring at him. Stop thinking about him
. She should find out what was keeping Laz and Nathan, but she didn’t want to leave him. What if he needed her?

That was when she knew she should leave the room. Her longing for a man she’d met three long years ago was surfacing and she didn’t know what to do with that. Panic flooded her. She tucked her ridiculous feelings away and fled the room.

A few empty foyers led her to the hush of voices in the suite’s library. Nathan and the driver—what was her name? Tony?—sat on velvet chaises amidst the shelves of leatherbound books. It wasn’t the company Nathan kept that surprised her, so much as how close they leaned toward one another.

Nathan laughed at something the woman said, and he turned his head. Their eyes caught. “Hey Charlee. Everything okay?”

She crossed the room and settled in the closest chair. “Jay’s out for the night. I’ll talk to him tomorrow if he’s not busy.”

The woman stood with her shoulders kicked back. “This is a pleasure trip. They don’t have anything booked.”

Nathan rose. “Let me do some introductions. This is Master Sergeant Maryanna Tony, U.S. Marine Corps. She’s leads the protective team for the band.” He actually puffed out his chest. “Master Sergeant. Meet Charlee Grosky.”

A fellow Marine. This would be interesting. “She outranks you.”

He stared at his feet with a smile playing on his lips.

“Nice to officially meet you, Master…er…Tony… How should I address you?”

“Tony is fine. And I’m retired, Nathan.” Her rigid posture mirrored his, but her teasing expression softened her pretty features.

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “We were just discussing escort formation techniques for protection while on foot. Their area security procedures for traveling and the perimeter barriers at their L.A. home are—”

“Impressive?”

He grinned. “Yeah.”

Oh, yeah. Tony had nuzzled right into his heart. He’d never get it back. “Sharing trade secrets then?”

They looked at one another with blank expressions. Must have been some kind of Marine language. But beneath his usual stiffness, there was a phlegmatic feel to the way he observed—and didn’t observe—his surroundings. He trusted the pretty Marine. “Did you tell her?”

He palmed his nape. “Some of it. She knows who Roy is. In fact, he recruited her for his VIP protection personnel.”

Jesus, Nathan really did trust her. She looked at Tony and felt a little intimidated by the air of competence exuding from her. Her crisp black pants suit, alert eyes, and fierce set to her jaw were enough to act as a deterrent to would-be celebrity maulers. “Turning down that job was probably the smartest thing you’ve ever done.”

“So I hear.” Her face gave away nothing. “My sidearm is useless without fingers to fire it.”

A chain of memories coiled its way around her. It tightened when Nathan asked, “You ready to go?”

Until that moment, her nerves had been less sensitive since they arrived at the suite. “You know, I haven’t thought of Roy once since we’ve been here.”

He squatted before her and enveloped her hands with his. “I feel safe, too. It’s nice, huh?”

“Then stay.”

She turned toward the voice behind her.

Laz leaned against the door jamb, hands in his pockets. “Stay the night. I’ve already tucked the guys in. You can have my room.”

When did the guys return? Another guard must’ve gone back for them. A laugh bubbled out of her. “Did you read them a story before you tucked them in?”

“Yeah, it was a picture book. Lots of boobs.”

She shook her head, smiling at the image of him caring for his drunken bandmates. “I don’t want to kick you out of your room.”

“It’s yours. Stay.” He batted his eyes. “Please?”

How could she say no to him? Why would she want to? For once in her life, she could wake up surrounded by luxury without being held as a prisoner.

She looked at the man perched before her. “Well?”

23

Charlee shimmied out of her jeans, slid the Bodyguard 380 under the pillow, and fell back into a cloud of luxurious bedding. “This is the life.”

Nathan said something to the guard in the hallway and closed the door. “We have a bodyguard.” He scratched his head, his voice flattened with disbelief. “He’s going to stand out there all night.”

She pulled the blankets up to her chin. “Maybe we can sleep with both of our eyes closed tonight?”

He perched on the other side of the bed and tugged off his pants. Then he clicked off the light and lay on his side to face her. “Crane still hasn’t found any connection between these guys and Roy, so yeah, we’re sleeping well tonight.”

She smiled, and it was bitter sweet. “The one night you could sleep alone, yet here I am. You’re stuck with me as usual.”

They’d shared a bed for three years, too concerned about the other’s safety not to. The worst part of that had been the way Nathan just accepted his celibacy in this life with her, making her his responsibility and giving up everything for her and his revenge.

He shoved her shoulder. “I’m not stuck with you and have never felt that way. Besides, how else will I trap Roy? You’re my bait.”

It was her turn to shove him. “Ass.”

He might’ve been driven by revenge, but three years of simply trying to exist without being caught left him frustrated and without a plan to bring down Roy. Moreover, if anything happened to her, he would see it as failing his brother. Again. In truth, if Nathan wanted to use her for his own end, he would’ve been justified in doing so. She was the reason Noah was dead after all.

A burn torched her throat, and she swallowed through it. “I might be doing a couple tattoos tomorrow, so I’ll need to get my supplies from the apartment, okay?”

“A couple? Laz and…”

“Jay.” Hopefully. There was so much hope in that name.

“Be careful with him, Charlee. The last thing you need is another obsessive man.”

She tensed. There was a lingering fear in her that she might somehow attract compulsive men. If she could entice a monster like Roy, it might happen again with another man. Jay wasn’t a monster. He wasn’t Roy. “He’s different.”

“Yeah, he’s a whole other breed of messed up.” He kissed her brow. “Sleep well, sweetheart.”

That he could count on.

24

Jay woke up shaking. Charlee had invaded his dreams again, but this time was different.

The blue-eyed beauty had been haloed in flames of red. Her fiery hair swept over her tiny shoulders and cascaded in curtains around her. He clutched the bedding. She was so fucking beautiful.

He closed his eyes, tried to push himself back into the dream. He found her and she saw him, saw into him. He could hear the happy tune of her humming. Her tattoo gun was buzzing against his back. She touched his shoulder with her fingertips, with her sweet lips. She actually touched him, and it was the best sensation he’d ever experienced. He turned his face to capture her mouth.

Gone. She was fucking gone.

Fuck. He punched the pillow.
Fucking let her go
.

He rolled out of bed and nausea fisted in his gut. He plodded through the room in a hangover daze on uncoordinated, hundred-pound feet. At least there was a bright start. He didn’t have to chase any clingy strangers from his bed.

In the bathroom, he shed his shirt and shorts and turned his back to the mirror. Why did he torment himself everyday by staring at something that would never come to fruition?

He looked over his shoulder and saw the finished illustration the way she might’ve seen it. He saw the blaze, the heat, the passion in the detail. She didn’t cover the scars. She added more, the edges burning and twisting away from the flames. It was the steel etched beneath the melted skin that fortified him. He wanted to be that iron man underneath. She’d seen something in him he hadn’t been able to see himself.