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Attractive, sexy, hot, tempting. Jarrod was starting to realize that to the bottom of his bones. Of course, that jerk Mac Barratt had noticed. He’d probably noticed years ago.
Mac Barratt wasn’t a damned cop either. The ladies thought he was one of the hottest guys in the state. Mac Barratt, wealthy attorney, was always in the news. Hottest bachelor shit, and all that. Some said he was possibly being groomed to run for office after the current governor retired.
She obviously liked him and trusted him. The guy was far too free with his hands with her. Did they have a thing going she hadn’t told Jarrod about? He discarded that idea fast. If she was involved with a man, she wouldn’t have been kissing around with Jarrod.
She definitely wouldn’t have spent the entire night in his bed, wrapped up in his arms or anything. Not her. Not Haldyn.
Unlike Jarrod’s mother, who flitted from man to man, sometimes dating two simultaneously, Haldyn Devil Harris had a core of honor running through her. He would never doubt that.
“What’s Barratt doing over there?”
“That’s his sister next to Haldyn.” Daniel looked at him like he was an idiot. “Mac’s known Haldyn for more than a decade. He’s a good friend of mine, too. We’ve been friends since high school.”
Jarrod just shut his mouth. And watched.
There was a reason those women had been targeted. He was going to figure it out. But if that Barratt thought he was going to just step in with Haldyn whenever he wanted, well, that rich asshole could think again. He could just go find a girl of his own.
Hell, his brother Alex lived right next door to Heather now. Plenty of beautiful women in that house for Mac to choose from right there. Like nine or ten hot women, all living right there together. Tempting and waiting. Mac could go be Hottest Bachelor with the Colesons or something.
Mac Barratt should just go hang out there and tangle with Heather.
It would probably be seriously fun to watch those women annihilate the guy, actually.
“Quit glaring at her, Jarrod. Or I’ll take you out back and beat your ass,” Daniel said. Almost like he meant it. “She’s upset about something tonight. The last thing she needs is a fight with you. Have you been fighting with her this whole time since the abduction?”
“Hell, I haven’t really fought with her at all, Dan. She had a rough afternoon today, though. So I’m playing nice with her tonight. And I’m glaring at Barratt. He’s crowding the body I am supposed to be guarding, you know. Lake has informed me I need to work on my intimidation skills.” He was talking like an idiot, but he knew what was on her mind. Memories, he’d bet. Bad ones.
Jarrod had plenty of those of his own.
He knew exactly what had upset her today.
And he wished he could make it right.
She looked up. Blue eyes met his. Hell, Jarrod just wanted to hold her. Make all the hurts go away.
“What happened?” Daniel asked.
“We need to talk.” Jarrod looked at his friend. And at the police chief next to him. Steve Wilson wasn’t getting Major Crimes. That just wasn’t going to happen.
47
Dinner ended. Powell tried to pull her away quickly, but Powell’s parents were there, too. As well as all three of her brothers. Powell looked at her, shrugged, and rolled her eyes.
Powell wasn’t getting away anytime soon. Not with Brandt suddenly back from Wyoming. And Powell’s brother Alex was walking around grumbling about evil demoness neighbors wearing pink jammies trying to steal his soul forever, Una Coleson, Omnes Colesons, furry-duck porn, and a tampered doorbell. Or something equally strange like that.
Haldyn didn’t have a clue. Neither did Powell.
Haldyn thought Powell’s middle brother had finally gone off the deep end. It had been bound to happen eventually. She and Powell had decided that years ago when Alex was being particularly quarrelsome.
Powell had just shrugged and said Alex was having a neighbor problem of some sort. All Haldyn and Powell knew was that it had to do with the Colesons. Alex had recently bought the house right next door to Heather and Hope’s family.
The last Haldyn had heard, things weren’t going so well for him.
Or them.
Alex and Hope’s slightly younger niece Cara were at war. Maybe. Powell had hinted as much—saying her brother was being a total idiot. Alex would just shake his head when asked. But his eyes told a different story. There was a look in his eyes that told Haldyn something was cooking up there, fast.
All she knew was that Cara was the intern Powell liked the most, and Alex had done something to make Cara turn in her resignation a few days ago. Powell was barely speaking to her brother right now because of that.
