Daring Fire: Paranormal Romance (Bad Boys Of The Underworld Book 2) (2 page)

It would have to be one hell of a man to ever separate Gena from her Lady, and Ryan wasn’t even close to being that man.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” said Gena softly. Joy wrapped her arms around her, and Gena took comfort in the hug.

“We’ll get through this. I’ll stick by you tonight and make sure there are no awkward scenes between you and Ryan.”

Gena forced a smile, but she doubted Joy could truly keep her safe.

~~~~~

Twelve hours later, Joy walked Gena to her car. It had been a busy shift and the hours had flown by. Luckily, Ryan was nowhere to be seen.

Gena couldn’t be happier to go home. She was exhausted and desperately wanted to get out of her dirty scrubs. Halfway through the day, a young boy had accidentally spilled his apple juice on her scrubs. She usually kept an extra set in her locker but happened to be out of extras. Admittedly, apple juice was better than a lot of the other things in the hospital, but still disgusting.

The stress of work, added to her worries about tension with Ryan, was enough to have her crawling up the walls. She should take Lady for a long walk when she got home, but she wasn’t sure she could muster the energy.

Joy had tried to stick by her side throughout the day, but that was hard to do with the hospital pulling them both in different directions. Every spare moment Joy had, she asked more questions about what Ryan said.

Gena wanted to forget that the whole embarrassing incident had happened. The feeling only intensified when they reached Gena’s car and Joy asked, “Do you think he’s under the influence of a love spell?”

She just about choked on the coffee she was drinking. “I’m going to go ahead and say it’s probably not a love spell causing this.”

Joy shrugged as if love spell was a perfectly logical suggestion. “My sister makes a bunch of money selling love spells.”

Gena sighed. Joy’s sister, Hope, was into an alternative lifestyle. She lived in New York City and made good money selling spells and potions to anyone naive enough to pay for them.

“You know my opinion about your sister’s ‘job,’” pointed out Gena. “Besides, even if I believed in that crap, why would someone bespell Ryan to be in love with me?”

Joy’s face fell. “I guess you’re right. It’s just the only reason I could think of for Ryan suddenly thinking that he should spend the rest of his life with you.”

A sharp wind caused Gena to shiver. It was late fall and the suburbs of Detroit got cold after dark. Her jacket wasn’t keeping her warm. “I need to get home.”

Joy nodded. “Okay. Call me if you need to talk.”

Gena could see Joy was truly concerned for her. “Really, this isn’t that big of a deal. Girls get asked out by their bosses all the time. It’s not like I really think Ryan is dangerous. The worst he might do is find some lame reason to fire me, and in that case I’ll go back to med school like I have been planning on doing anyway. So no worries, okay?”

Joy narrowed her eyes and obviously didn’t have much faith in Gena’s nonchalant attitude. “I guess you’re right. Drive safe, hun.”

“You too.” Gena got into her car, willing herself to believe the reassurances she’d just given Joy.

~~~~~

Gena was greeted by the sound of Lady’s nails clacking against the hardwood floors. She smiled down at the wiggling brown dog and set her work bag on the floor next to the door.

Gena thought Lady was one of the most beautiful dogs she’d ever seen. Lady’s coat was a soft brown color all over except for three areas. She had a white line stretching from just above her eyes to her nose, a splotch of white in the middle of her broad chest, and each of her feet always looked as if she’d just walked through a tray of white paint.

However, Lady’s best feature was her eyes. They were wide set and almond shaped. The color was a green-brown that always seemed to shine. The best part about those eyes was how happy they always looked.

Gena took a second to scratch her welcoming committee’s ears before she headed into the kitchen to fix up a snack.

Gena loved the small house she rented. It was a ranch style brick home with one bedroom and one bathroom. It was a bit more expensive than an apartment of the same size, but to Gena, the ability to spend the breezy summer nights in her own backyard with a good book and Lady chasing squirrels was priceless.

She’d been exhausted leaving work, but the happy greeting Lady’d given Gena had renewed her energy. She supposed a small walk around the neighborhood wouldn’t be too much of a hassle.

If anything, the exercise would help to rid her of the stress she’d been dealing with all day.

However, any stress that had been relieved during the walk quickly returned when Gena and Lady approached her front porch on the way back home. Ryan smiled at Gena and waved.

He looked cheery and friendly, but alarm bells rang inside her head.
What was he doing at her house?

She planted a stern look on her face and tried to keep her fear at bay. “Ryan,” she said. “What are you doing here?”

He still wore his suit jacket, leading her to believe he’d come straight from the hospital. His brown eyes appeared black in the darkness. The moonlight hit his face in a way that managed to make him look even more handsome. If she weren’t so freaked out by him randomly showing up at her front porch, she would’ve appreciated the sight more.

As it was, he had some explaining to do.

He stepped toward the end of the porch as she approached cautiously. “I felt really bad about how things ended last night,” he said. “I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

Lady was getting antsy at the end of her leash. The dog stood dead still and stared at him, the scruff on the back of her neck sticking up. The sight added to Gena’s unease.

“I appreciate the thought, but I have a lot to get done tonight,” she said, trying to sound as polite as possible.

Ryan nodded. “I understand. I know it’s rude to show up uninvited.”

Gena heard him say the words but highly doubted he felt bad for anything he was doing. She placed a smile on her face to hide her disbelief.

He stepped out of the path of the door to allow her in. She passed him as quickly as possible and fiddled in her pocket for the key.

He stood a relatively safe distance from the door, but to confirm he wasn’t planning on coming inside, she said, “We can talk at work tomorrow to clear this up?”

“Sure. I should be able to pencil you in tomorrow.”

She’d rather not talk to him at all, but anything was better than him showing up uninvited to her house. Gena turned the key and the door cracked open. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She tried to duck inside the house as quickly as she could. She wasn’t quick enough.

One of Ryan’s big hands shot out and grabbed the door before she could shut it. Ryan shook his head in disappointment. “See, I knew you weren’t okay.”

Gena’s heart beat faster in her chest and she tried to calm herself. But she wasn’t the only one upset. A low growl escaped Lady as the dog stared Ryan down.

She had to get him out of the house. “You should go,” she said with the most authoritative voice she could muster. She took a step forward to try to shut the door, but he pushed the rest of the way into the house in a quick move.

The motion toward Gena startled her to the point she jumped back and her breath caught in fear. Lady let out a bark. Ryan shot a menacing look at the dog he’d previously ignored.

He looked back to Gena and his expression changed back to casual friendliness in a split second. “I don’t mean to scare you. I just want to clarify what we talked about yesterday.”

She took a deep breath and evaluated her options. She probably couldn’t push him out of her doorway. Her back door was a bit of a run, but it was locked. She couldn’t run to it and work the lock before he caught up to her.

Though she was feeling threatened, he wasn’t being outright violent with her. Maybe if she played along with him, he would go away or at least give her a chance to call the police.

Deciding that the latter was the best solution, she once again put on her fake smile. Lady was still intensely scrutinizing Ryan. She didn’t want the dog to be injured, so she said, “Let me just put the dog away.”

She started to walk Lady to her bedroom. When she turned her back on Ryan, she braced for an attack, but all she heard was the sound of him closing the door. The sound of the lock clicking into place chilled her to her core.

Still uncomfortable about not having Ryan in eyesight, she just pushed Lady into the room and didn’t take the time to take off her leash. Her cell phone was in her pocket. If he was distracted, he wouldn’t see her dial 911. They could trace calls, right?

She quickly turned back to Ryan. He stared at her, and the creepy vibes his eyes gave off were not helping her nerves. She broke the silence. “You said you wanted to talk?”

He shook his head as if he was trying to clear his thoughts. “Sorry. Sometimes seeing you is still a shock to me.” He walked toward her and she took a step back until her back hit the wall. But he didn’t stop until he was just inches away.

Gena’s entire body tensed as she tried to anticipate what was coming. Should she fight back? Could she take him?

“I’m sorry,” he whispered softly. “I just need to know if you feel different.”

His fingers brushed her neck. Cold reverberated from where his skin lightly touched her, and the chilly tendrils ran through her. She couldn’t hold back a shiver of disgust. “I’m not different,” she pleaded.

“Don’t you understand? You’re better than all the rest of them.” He finally stepped back from her, but she was too afraid to move. “I must’ve freaked you out last night,” he said.

Last night was nothing compared to the fear that raced through her at the moment. “What do you want?” she softly asked. The house was an older ranch with smaller, closed-off rooms. A living room/entryway led into the dining room with a kitchen area attached.

He ignored her question and looked around at her house. “This place is too small for you.” He walked into her kitchen.

He could still see her if he wanted to, but he looked at her outdated appliances at the moment. She took the chance to reach into her pocket for her cell phone.

She wasn’t quick enough. “Is that your phone?” he called from the kitchen.

“I just got a text message,” she lied.

Ryan walked back over to her. “It’s rude to use your phone when you have a guest.”

It was strange to see him like this. He was still as handsome as he’d always been, and his grin just as attractive, but no part of Gena was drawn to him. She was repulsed and felt violated that he was inside her house and acting as if they were good friends.

“It’s rude to come into my house uninvited,” she shot back.

She tried to walk around him, but he reached out and grabbed her arm. She tried to free herself, but his grip tightened so much that she gasped in pain.

“Get your hand off me and get out of my house,” she snapped.

Ryan let go of her but didn’t move away. “Take off your jacket.” His tone implied it was an order.

“I’m cold,” she snapped back at him. She looked around her for a weapon. A lamp was just a few feet from her, but it was too bulky to wield with any accuracy. Her eyes went over Ryan’s shoulder to the kitchen.

She had a block of knives in there that an entire paycheck had gone to. If she could get to them, she’d stand a better chance in a physical fight with Ryan.

Before she did anything drastic, she tried reasoning once more with him. “I’m sorry I’m not more hospitable, but you’re in
my
home and I want you to leave.” She tried to keep the anger she felt out of her voice, but she practically shook with tension.

“I think you misunderstood what I meant last night,” he responded.

Gena’s heart sunk. He wasn’t going to leave. She started to think of a reason to give him for going to the kitchen, but then remembered that this was her home and she didn’t need to give him an explanation.

She started to walk around him and saw his hand shoot out toward her again. She instinctively flinched away from him. “I’m getting a drink!” she shouted.

He looked suspiciously toward her kitchen but put his arm down.

“What exactly are you thinking I misunderstood?” She grabbed a glass from one of the cupboards.

He stared intently at her every move. “Take off your jacket,” he said again.

Gena clenched her jaw. She was only a few feet from the knives. She decided to obey him so she could stay close to the blades.

She couldn’t meet his eyes as she unzipped the heavy jacket and placed it on the counter next to her. “Happy?”

Ryan nodded. “I’m happy with you,” he said. “It was too hot in here for that to possibly be comfortable.” Though normally her house was too warm to be wearing her winter jacket, with him invading her space she felt chilled with only her t-shirt and jeans on.

A mixture of fear and anger clouded her eyes. She said nothing as she filled her glass with water. When she turned back to face him, she subtly moved to place the knife block behind her back.