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“Get rid of him!” He turned back to her, his voice strengthening, turning hard and cold. “Fire him, Sabella.”
Her brows arched. “Rory hired him, I can’t fire him. But I wouldn’t now simply because I don’t follow anyone’s orders, Duncan, least of all yours.”
“Get rid of that bastard or you’ll end up regretting it.” His expression twisted into lines of bitter fury. “He’s dangerous. You can see it in his face and in his eyes. That’s the only reason you want him and you don’t have the good sense to see it. He’s just as dangerous as Nathan was.”
“Leave.” Sabella straightened slowly, edging closer to the phone as Duncan glared at her. “I want you to leave right now, Duncan.”
“Because you can’t handle the truth?”
Suddenly, he wasn’t nearly as handsome as she had once thought he was, not that handsome was one of her requirements. But Duncan had always appeared sophisticated, possessing an almost male elegance that was now marred by a severe temper tantrum.
“Because you’re out of hand.” She picked up the phone and stared back at him. “Leave.”
He glanced at the phone. “Go ahead and call the son of a bitch,” he told her. “Go on, Belle, I dare you. How much you want to bet he’s not even there. He’s out screwing someone else because you’re not woman enough to hold a man at the house. Not a man like Nathan and sure as hell not a drifter like Noah Blake.”
That should have hurt, Sabella admitted. It should have, but she knew better. She had married a SEAL, not an accountant. She had known when she married her SEAL what she was getting. There were no guarantees and she had lost early in the game.
“Then you won’t mind walking out, will you?” she told him coldly.
“Like hell!” He surprised her when he moved for her. When she finally realized Duncan was more furious than she thought, it was too late.
She had hit the first digit of 911 when the phone went flying from her hand. She threw herself back, trying to evade the hand that attempted to latch on to her wrist.
Just as his fingers curled around her flesh, she heard a furious growl, and a larger, broader, darker hand latched onto Duncan’s wrist and, before Sabella’s shocked gaze, bent his wrist back and twisted it so that Duncan went to his knees with an almost girlish cry.
Noah was icy. Sabella stared at him in shock, taking in the T-shirt and leather vest, the faded jeans and black chaps. The motorcycle boots and the chiseled, emotionless expression.
If she didn’t do something, then Duncan was a dead man. The icy rage went deeper this time than when Noah had had his hand around Mike Conrad’s neck.
“Noah. I’m getting tired of you manhandling men around me,” she told him firmly, no anger, just a simple observation. “I could have hit him myself, you know?”
His gaze turned to her as Duncan gasped at his feet.
“Let him go.” She wrinkled her nose at him as she had done with Nathan the few times she had seen him really pissed. “He’s not worth getting blood on my floors. That would really make me angry.”
“I know how to get rid of the body,” he told her, his gaze flicking over the T-shirt and shorts she wore. “It wouldn’t be hard to do.”
“Yeah, but then I’d have to feel guilty and I’d have to tell Rory. Of course.” She shrugged as though it didn’t matter. “I could use it as an excuse to get Rory to fire you.”
“He’d help me,” Noah promised her, but there was the barest hint of a crack in the ice. “And you’re playing games to get me to let him go. What do you really want to say, Sabella?”
“That you’re being a damned moron and I want you to let him go before I have to kick both of you out of my house and call the sheriff,” she yelled back at him, letting the mad show, because she was sick of dealing with thick-headed males.
His brow lifted.
“Let him go, dammit.” She picked up the phone then hung up again as she shot both of them a disgusted look. At least Noah’s grip on Duncan had eased. “He’s going to puke if you don’t and I don’t want to clean it up.”
Duncan had that look on his face. Of course, the pressure on his wrist had to be agonizing, and Noah was holding it there as though it were no effort at all.
He let him go slowly.
“Get the fuck out.” Noah stepped back as Duncan struggled to his feet.
Duncan?
??s shirt was wrinkled now, his slacks might even have been a little damp at the crotch, but she didn’t bother to look.
She felt as though she were going to throw up herself as Duncan rushed from the house. Noah followed him as far as the door, slammed it closed then stalked back into the kitchen.
