Fast Burn (Body Armor #4)(60)



“I do,” she admitted. “I expect a lot of myself. And usually I can deliver.” If Brand weren’t with her, would she make herself go through the house alone? Maybe. But she was glad she didn’t have to.

It didn’t take her long to choose a dress, find shoes and a wrap to match, then locate complementary jewelry.

When she opened the jewelry case disguised as a mirror on the wall, Brand whistled.

“That’s a lot of bling.”

She grinned. “Scott gave me most of it. Birthdays and Christmas and stuff like that. Some of it is older, handed down through the family. And a few pieces I bought myself.”

“That’s a handy place to hide it all.”

She gestured at the standing jewelry case, as tall as her dresser. “I have a lot of other pieces there, but the expensive stuff is better kept out of sight.” She picked out a ruby-and-diamond choker with matching drop earrings. After she’d placed everything in a small carrying case, she said, “I’m ready if you are.” More than ready. With the oddest feeling of being watched, she was anxious to be on her way.

Brand took the case from her, holding it in one hand and taking her hand with the other.

*

RAKING A HAND through his hair in frustration, he turned away from the small camera. “I don’t like it.” An understatement: he fucking well hated it. “She’s entirely too close to him.”

His cohort shrugged. “What do you have against him?”

“For starters, I don’t know him, and that’s unacceptable. I want every detail you can dig up on him. Everything from his friends and family to his favorite candy bar. Start with a criminal background check, his job and his bank account. How much money does he have, where does he spend it, how does he spend his leisure time.”

“I’ll get started on it tomorrow.”

“Tonight. I need to know something about him before she goes to the party.” He rubbed his chin and turned back to the camera, watching as she and the big man left the foyer. “I need to know what I’m up against—and how best to get rid of him.”





CHAPTER ELEVEN

SEEING SAHARA’S DRESS on a hanger did not prepare him for seeing it on her. The long red dress hugged every curve and hollow of her body in a way that made his blood thicken.

The slinky material dipped low between her breasts, showing off a lot of cleavage, then fed into a cinched knot that emphasized her narrow waist. A split on the left side cut up to midthigh. Silver heels made her legs even longer.

She’d worn her thick brown hair down, but tucked back on one side, which showed off the jewels in her choker and earrings.

As he pulled her Mercedes into the designated parking area for the party, he made note of the area, of other people heading in and of the impressive house.

Not as impressive as Sahara’s, but still, a mansion.

These were her people, her peer group, and she’d fit in while he didn’t even want to.

Brand glanced at her again. She sat serenely, legs crossed, looking out the window.

Every man in the place is going to want her.

How could they not? No woman could be as impressive as Sahara Silver. He wasn’t a man who suffered jealousy, but if he could—without looking like an ass—he’d steal her away so no other man could ogle her.

A valet appeared in front of the car, intent on parking for him. Brand refused. When Sahara gave him an incredulous look, he explained, “I need to know where the car is, and I need the keys on me so we can leave if necessary.”

She puzzled over that. “You honestly think something will happen at a party? At the DA’s house?”

“Let’s just say I’m not sure it won’t.” He had a bad feeling about it, and when it came to Sahara’s safety, he wasn’t willing to discount any concern.

Brand found a spot at the end of a line of cars that would leave an opening for a hasty exit. It meant they had to walk a little farther to the house, but the rain had stopped before morning and there were plenty of stone paths to use.

Two attendants, who remained in the lot with flashlights, watched in confusion as they left the car. Brand asked the closest man, “You’ll be here for the duration?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Can I count on you to ensure no one comes near her car until we return?”

He looked even more confused. “Uh...yeah. I’ll watch it.”

Brand handed him a hundred and said, “Make sure it doesn’t get blocked in, too.”

Eyes a little wider, he said, “Yes, sir.”

Sahara smiled at the second guy, who clearly didn’t appreciate being left out. “There’s another hundred in it for you when we return.”

He grinned. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll be here.”

She hooked her arm through Brand’s. “I have a strong need to be fair.”

“Understood.” They entered through the front of the house where two security guards checked names. These men, too, gave Brand curious looks, but Sahara’s smile never slipped and since she made it clear he was her guest, they ushered them in.

“How many people are here?” Brand asked. As Sahara had said, he saw men in suits, others in work-casual clothes, and a few wearing jeans and Polo shirts.

In his black pants and button-up, with the collar open, he fit right in. Clothes-wise, anyway.

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