Mine to Keep (Mine #2)(56)

Because Trace was watching Drake so closely, he saw the other man flinch at Noah’s question. Taking his time, Trace slid around the edge of his desk and closed in on Drake. Considering now, Trace said, “When we came back, we all dealt with the past differently. Noah there…he slept with every woman he could find, and he made sure that he never saw the same woman twice. I figured he was trying to make sure he never fell into the same trap that Tucker did. He didn’t want to latch on to one woman and become—”

“Weak,” Noah said. But his voice was hesitant.

“You…you Drake, at first, you seemed solid. You were the one who nearly died. You and Ben. Ben wasn’t the same, though, we all could see that. The demons chased and chased him, but you…” Trace exhaled. “You seemed stronger.”

“Strong enough that you sent me to New York to keep an eye on the woman you loved.” Drake pushed from his chair. “And then I walked away.”

“Why?” Drake was holding back on him. He knew it.

Trace had kept tabs on the man over the years. Drake had returned to his home in the south, right along a strip of Mississippi Beach. He’d opened three casinos down there. He’d started two more in Vegas. Drake seemed to spend his days and nights surrounded by power players.

But Trace knew just how deceptive appearances could be.

“You shouldn’t have trusted me,” Drake said. “If you knew…you’d never have sent me after her.” Drake spun and marched toward the door. “If Tucker really is back from the dead, he’ll kill me long before he takes his knife to you.”

“Uh, what the hell are you talking about?” Noah snapped.

Drake paused at the door. He glanced back with a sardonic smile on his lips. “After all, I’m the one who f*cked Tucker’s girl. I screwed Anna Jean, and the blind fool never even realized it. None of you did.” He yanked open the door and stormed out.

Well, well…

“Huh.” Now Noah sounded musing. Trace glanced at him. Noah shrugged. “I guess that explains why Anna Jean tried so hard to kill him. She didn’t want to take any chances on Tucker finding out that she’d been screwing around with his friend.” Noah exhaled heavily. “Talk about twisted shit.”

Yes, it was.

Noah crossed to Trace and slapped him on the shoulder. “But, look at it this way, if the guy wasn’t just BS’ing right then, you have some extra time. Because, hell, yeah, Tucker would go after the man who screwed Anna Jean. He’d destroy the guy.”

“Drake didn’t exactly look scared to me.”

“Well, that’s because I’m pretty sure the guy is insane. He doesn’t have the sense to be scared.”

No, Trace didn’t think that was the case at all. “He’s got a death wish.”

Surprise flashed on Noah’s face.

“He wants to be punished. He’s wanted that for years.” But the problem was that if you wished for death too long…

Death would come for you.

Noah’s lips thinned. “You know, you never did answer my question about Anna Jean’s family. They could be looking for some payback, too, you know.”

“Anna Jean’s parents are dead. She had one half-sister, Piper. A school teacher in Atlanta.” He’d checked on her after he’d come back from Russia. Made sure that Piper’s college was covered. Then he’d stayed the hell out of her life. “She doesn’t seem to have her sister’s killer instinct.”

“Yeah, well, if you ask me, that’s a good thing.” Noah shoved his hands into his pockets. “But it sure seems to me that someone out there has got that instinct, and that person is closing in.”

***

“I don’t have any place to stay.” Claire sat on the couch in the penthouse, her fingers twisted in front of her. Discarded tissues formed a pile around her. “I was supposed to be moving in with Sara. I-I just got into town a few hours early. She was going to help me find a job here.” A silent tear tracked down her cheek. “She can’t do that anymore.” Her voice was hoarse. “Sara can’t do anything now.”

“You can stay here tonight,” Skye said immediately. “There is plenty of room in this place.”

But Claire glanced around the penthouse, fear flashing in her gaze. “I can’t.” Whispered. “I just…can’t.”

Skye frowned at her. “We have an extra bedroom.” Four of them. “You’ll be safe here.”

Claire shook her head. “I don’t really…I’ve heard stories about Mr. Weston—”

“Trace?”

“He scares me. I used to ask Sara if he scared her.” Her lips twisted into a sad smile. “She said, ‘Every day. But that’s half the fun.’” Claire laughed then, and the sound was heavy with tears. “But Sara was lying to me, you see. I don’t think she was ever really afraid of anything. She isn’t like me.” Claire’s shoulders hunched.

Skye gazed at her, her heart aching. There was something about Claire that reminded her…

Of me.

“I’ll get a hotel. It’ll be fine.” Claire stood up. Squared her shoulders. “I don’t need—”

“There’s an apartment over my dance studio,” Skye said, rising with her. “You can stay there. No one will bother you.”