the time you need, Chris. And if you really can’t do it, then tell me. I promise I’ll understand.”
“And if I say no?” he asked. “What would you do then?”
Jenny shrugged. “Zoe and I will find another way, something that I can be comfortable with.”
She’d have some stranger do all the things that she’s asking me to do. Goddammit, I can’t let that happen. But can I do this, with the way that I feel about her? Christ, I’ve wanted to touch her and kiss her for months – but not like this.
“Let me think about it,” he said. “I promise to give you an answer when I get back, OK?”
“OK.” She stood up. “Thanks, Chris. I know what I’m asking.”
No, baby. You don’t. You’re asking a man who’s in love with you to hurt you, to scare you. You’re asking me to go against every single fucking instinct I have where you’re concerned – and you say it’s to help you.
Fuck. What am I going to do?
Chapter Two
“So, what are you going to do?” Dean Jessop handed Chris another beer. “You think you can help Jenny this way?”
Chris shook his head. “I have no fucking idea, man. Not a clue.”
“But what are you even up against?” Jim Alden asked. “I mean, you still don’t know what happened to her, right?”
“No. She said she’ll tell me, but right now… I don’t know.”
Dallas Foreman was silent. He knew exactly what had happened to Jenny. When his security firm had taken over protecting Olivia Jameson from her stalker, Dallas had looked in to all her friends, to see if there was any connection between them and Liv’s stalker. He was a hard man, a trained professional ex-sniper, and he’d still been horrified by what Jenny had gone through.
Chris saw the look on Dallas’ face, a kind of watchful stillness. “What?”
“Nothing.” Dallas took a sip of beer.
Chris, Dean and Jim studied him. The four of them had been through hell on earth together in Afghanistan and after almost five years together in combat and life-and-death situations, they knew each other like the back of their hands. They knew Dallas was holding out on them.
“No, man, really,” Dean said. “What?”
“Well… when I was protecting Olivia, I did some digging in to Emma and Jenny and Kat. Just to make sure her stalker wasn’t getting information about Olivia through her friends without their knowing.”
“Yeah?” Chris said.
Dallas sighed. “And I found out what happened to Jenny. I got the police and medical reports.”
“Medical?” Chris said softly.
“Yeah. Photos too.”
The other men looked at him, waiting.
“It’s – it’s bad, Chris. Really fucking bad.” Dallas looked away from Chris’ gray stare. “She was hurt in ways that I can’t believe she got through. You’d be trying to undo a hell of a lot of damage.”
Chris clenched his hands. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Maybe you should say no,” Jim said tentatively. “This sounds like it’s way beyond you, man, all your good intentions aside. Jenny may be better off with this professional sex surrogate, in the end.”
“I don’t think so,” Dallas said, taking them all by surprise. “I think she’d be better off with Chris.”
“How come?” Dean asked.
“Because despite it all, she trusts Chris not to hurt her,” Dallas said. “She asked him for help, she asked him to be the one to change her mind and feelings about men. She’s not going to do that with everyone. If she believes that she’s safe with you, then that’s really something. That says a hell of a lot about how she sees you – about what kind of man you are to her.” He shrugged. “Yeah, a surrogate may have the experience and education, but she’ll never, ever be able to look at him the way she looks at Chris. That kind of faith in men is rare, even if we’re talking about women who haven’t been hurt the way Jenny has.”
The men thought about that.
“But…” Chris paused. “But what if I scare her? Make it