DOMINIC (Dragon Security Book 3)

by Glenna Sinclair

  I think his intention was to just leave me on the mattress, but I wrapped my fist in his shirt.

  “Please, don’t go.”

  He stared at me for a long moment, searching my eyes. And then his lips were on mine, the weight of his body slowly settling on mine. Clothes were just an impediment. We tugged and pulled and ripped, needing to be close, needing to be one together.

  It wasn’t until he was inside of me, until we were as close as we could ever be, that the pain in my chest began to dissolve. I wrapped myself around him, refusing to close my eyes, refusing to lose any connection with him. And he was there with me the whole way, his eyes glued to mine even when they filled with tears, even when he collapsed on top of me and cried like a child. I held him, cradled him against me, determined to never let go.

  “I’m sorry,” I whispered hours later, as we lay in the darkness, our limbs still tangled together.

  “For what?”

  “For blaming you. I always knew it wasn’t anything you’d done.”

  He kissed the top of my head. “It was no one’s fault but the bastards who attacked him.”

  I was quiet for a minute, my finger playing in the fine hair on his chest.

  “Kate?”

  “I know what started the fight.”

  And then it was his turn to be quiet. “What do you mean?” he asked after a few minutes.

  “I went with my dad to the district attorney’s office every time they had a meeting. I know what was in the police reports, what the witnesses said. And I know what John Kyle said.”

  He held his breath a moment, then took a slow, unsteady exhalation.

  “You knew all this time?”

  “Yeah. I know Joshua was just trying to defend my honor.”

  “Because of me.”

  I sat up, surprised to hear those words on his lips. “Not because of you. Because of a mutual choice we made to hide our relationship.” I touched his face, caressed his cheek. “But it wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t mine. It was just Joshua being Joshua.”

  “If I’d been there—”

  “It might have been your funeral we attended that spring.” I settled back down, my head resting on his chest. “It’s stupid, the way fate works. But I’m glad it wasn’t your funeral.”

  He tugged me closer against him. “So am I.”

  We fell asleep a bit later. And we both slept soundly.

  No more bad dreams.

  Chapter 24

  Donovan

  I woke from a sound sleep and found Kate nestled against my chest, her breath warm against my skin. I watched her for a few minutes, happier than I could express to find myself waking beside her each and every morning.

  If only this could translate into the real world.

  I couldn’t let myself forget that we were still hiding out from some sort of threat. In fact, I was due to call and check in with Ash this morning.

  I carefully slid out from under her, sitting silently as I waited for her breathing to return to that deep, satisfied breathing of a soundly sleeping person. When it did, I grabbed my cellphone and a pair of jogging pants and headed out to the back deck.

  “Nothing new,” Ash said when I called a few minutes later. “The police think that the explosion was caused by some homemade device placed in the garage. Probably some small device placed near a few gas cans.”

  “That seems a little risky.”

  “I think this was meant as a warning. The perp was just saying, ‘Hey! Look what I can do!’”

  “Yeah, that would be my guess, too.”

  “Emily says they have a few suspects, but she doesn’t seem too confident that they’ll make an arrest any time soon.”

  “Okay.”

  “How are you?” Ash asked. “How are things going out there?”

  “She’s had a few little memory breaks,but nothing significant.”

  “But it’s a good sign. Means she might recover her memory before too much longer.”

  “That’s what she’s hoping.”

  Ash was quiet for a second. Then he said, “That wasn’t really what I was asking though.”

  “I know it wasn’t.” I cleared my throat. “We’re enjoying your wine collection.”

  He chuckled. “Go for it. Someone should be having a little fun right about now.”

  Kate was standing in the doorway when I turned to go back inside.

  “Any news?” she asked.

  I shook my head. “Nothing worth talking about.”

  There was a tightness that crossed her face, a tension she was fighting.

  “Are they keeping my dad informed about what’s going on? Does he know where I am?”

  “Not specifically. But he knows you’re safe.”

  “Okay.”

  She turned to go back inside, and I watched her, wondering why someone would want to hurt her. What could somebody possibly have against her, someone who knew computers and explosives? That would have to be a unique person, someone with an eclectic background. Who, besides me, could be a part of Kate’s life and know those things?

  The thing was, everyone was still fixated on the idea that the perp coming after Kate was someone who was caught in the act of robbing cars, or someone who wanted to rob the bank, who killed the security guard when he happened upon this person by accident. But it didn’t feel that way to me. Not anymore.

  Kate’s car was broken into two weeks before the security guard was killed. Why? What was the thief looking for? And why her car? It couldn’t be just a coincident. Someone was looking for something. Or trying to see how hard it would be to get into her car there in the bank’s employee lot.

  And then her memory of the night of the murder. She said she saw something in the parking lot and instinctively knew something was wrong. Why? What was it about what she saw that she knew it was wrong? Did she recognize something? Or someone?

  Then there were her dreams. She saw herself in familiar places. The feelings of fear and dread didn’t come until later. Was that because she knew who the perp was and her subconscious mind was trying to tell her where she’d met with that person before?

  It all seemed to lean toward someone in Kate’s life. And I had a list of the people in her life that Daniel gave me when we took this case. But I knew most of those people, and I couldn’t think of a single person on it who met the criteria we’d worked out.

  Unless it was two people working together.

  And that opened a door I wasn’t sure I wanted to walk through.

  Chapter 25

  At the Compound

  David studied the screens of his computer monitors, watching for the anomaly he knew was coming. And there it was.

  Shit! How did he let such a big hole in the programming go unnoticed? He should have checked it, should have plugged it up long ago. Closing it now was just like closing the barn door behind the horse…a metaphor he hated.

  He worked quickly, modifying the code so that no one could use that particular door to hack his cameras again. And then he ran through the code of his program, looking for any similar holes that could be used to manipulate their security protocol. He’d been going over it again and again over the last few days. He felt like the kid whose clothes were stolen during gym class. But this felt more like he’d handed the clothes over to the bullies rather than them breaking into his locker.

  He was always so careful. Always. This never should have happened.

  “Listen up,” Ash called, “we’ve got two new, high-priority clients coming in. So I need everyone on deck.”

  David ignored him, still staring at the computer code as if it would suddenly stand up and start talking to him.

  And then it did.

  “Shit, shit, shit!”

  “Watch your mouth, brother,” Kirkland called to him from where he was sitting at the kitchen table.

  Ash stood up from his desk, his eyes moving straight to David. He knew him well enough to know that if he was cussing, there was something deeply wro
ng.

  He crossed the room in half a dozen stride, not walking quickly, just with long strides.

  “Find something?”

  David almost didn’t want to tell him,but if he didn’t, he might be putting someone’s life in danger.

  “There’s a breach.”

  “What do you mean, a breach?”

  “Whoever got into the camera feeds, also got into my program. This person…” David sighed. “He’s good.”

  “You almost sound like you admire him.”

  “I do, in a way.”

  Ash’s eyes narrowed, but he understood. David knew he did. Ash respected his enemy. In a way, this was the same thing. This person was David’s nemesis, but also his equal.

  “What did they have access to? And are they still there?”

  “I’ve just shut the door,” David said, his fingers moving so quickly over the keyboard he knew Ash was impressed. “But I don’t think he was there anymore. I didn’t hit any resistance in closing it, and I would have if it was still an active door.”

  “Can you tell when the last time it was used was?”

  David plugged in a few more values, staring at the code until he felt a headache begin to ache behind his eyes. “Twelve hours ago.”

  “You’re sure.”

  “I’m sure.”

  “And what were they doing then?”

  A few more keystrokes and…David’s heart sank.

  “They were looking for Donovan and Miss Thompson.” David looked up at Ash, watching the tension push the color from his face.

  “We better warn them.”

  Chapter 26

  Kate

  We were walking in the woods, hand in hand, not really talking. But it felt like the need for talk had passed. I think we were both emotionally exhausted. Still, it was nice to be able to be alone together like this in silence. I finally understood what they meant by “companionable silence.”

  We were approaching the house when Donovan suddenly came up short. He pushed me behind him and stepped back, nearly causing me to stumble as we moved back into the woods.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Something’s wrong,” he said. But he didn’t elaborate.

  I peek around him trying to see what it was he saw. And then there was some sort of movement along the far right side of the house. Someone in a dark, hooded sweatshirt was doing something there, making big movements, but I couldn’t see what it was.

  Suddenly memory began to unfold.

  I made my way to the sidewalk, my thoughts still on that old man who wanted funding to open what would essentially be a brothel for older gentlemen, again chuckling under my breath. Then I turned the corner and the chuckles died.

  What was going on? Something wasn’t right.

  I hesitated before stepping into the dark alley where the employee parking lot sat. There was just something not right here. I thought about going back and asking Joe to walk me to my car. He’d offered often enough that I knew he’d be more than happy to. And then there was movement deep in the back of the lot, near where my car was, and…

  I ran.

  Joe was sitting on his little stool, writing in the little journal they made him keep. Probably writing down how he unlocked the door to let me out.

  “Joe,” I called as softly as I could, but still loud enough to get his attention through the bulletproof glass. “Open up, Joe!”

  It took him a minute, but he finally looked up. There was a worried frown on his face that reminded me of my dad when he didn’t like something I’d said or done.

  “You okay, Miss Thompson?”

  “Someone’s breaking into my car.”

  He frowned. “Well, come inside and we’ll call the police.”

  “Joe, I think I know who it is. I don’t want to call the police just yet.”

  “Who do you think it is?”

  “An old friend.” I touched his arm. “I’m just…I don’t understand why she’s…I just, you wouldn’t mind accompanying me to talk to her, would you? I’d feel safer that way.”

  “I’m not really supposed to leave my post.”

  “I know. But I think she might be confused.”

  He hesitated a moment. Then he nodded. “If you think that’s for the best.”

  “I do.”

  He stepped out of the door and turned to secure it. Then he led the way down the steps. I hesitated. I didn’t know why. When I followed, she was already confronting him.

  “Hiding behind a rent-a-cop, Katie?”

  She had a gun, and it was pointed at Joe’s chest.

  “What are doing?” I cried, my initial fear immediately rushing over me, paralyzing me. I couldn’t run, and I couldn’t do anything to help Joe. All I could do was stand there.

  “He a friend of yours, Katie?” she asked, her tone filled with more hatred than I’d ever heard. “All these years I’ve searched for a way to hurt you. Maybe this will be the first volley in the war.”

  She fired before I even realized what it was she meant to do. I screamed, suddenly able to move, twisting so quickly that I tripped over my feet. I fell hard and the next thing I knew…

  …I was in the hospital, my memory gone.

  “I know who it is,” I whispered. “Oh, my God! I know who it is. And I know why she’s here.”

  Donovan pushed me back again, turning and twisting me around as he urged me to move deeper into the woods.

  “She’s going to blow the house.”

  “No, no, no!” I moaned. “What are we going to do?”

  Donovan didn’t answer. He just kept pushing me deeper and deeper into the woods.

  “He died because of me.”

  “Katie…”

  “She wanted to hurt me the same way I hurt her. She wanted to take away someone I cared about because I did that to her. But there was no one else, no one but Joe…”

  “We have to put as much space between her and us as we can,” Donovan said, pushing me behind a tree. He stared down at me. “I need you to keep it together right now, okay?”

  I nodded.

  “She probably knows we’re not in the house. She’ll be watching for us to come out of the woods, and when we don’t, she might come looking.”

  “What do we do then?”

  He studied my face for a long second. “We separate.”

  “No, Donovan, I can’t—”

  “Listen to me, Kate. It’s the best chance we have.”

  I took a deep, steadying breath. “And then?”

  “I’ll draw her away from you. You go back to the house, get in the car, and drive as far and as fast as you can. I’ll come find you.”

  “But you won’t know where I’ll be.”

  “I’ll find you.”

  I nodded, reaching up to touch his face. “Promise me, Donovan.”

  I felt his muscles tighten under my hand. I knew how seriously he took promises. He wouldn’t make one without the confidence that he’d be able to fulfill it. If he didn’t promise this to me now, there was no way I was going to leave him alone here.

  He moved closer to me and pressed his lips to mine.

  “I promise,” he whispered.

  Then he grabbed my hand and dragged me deeper into the woods.

  Chapter 27

  Donovan

  The moment she said she knew who it was, I realized I’d known all along.

  Amanda Graham.

  It was so obvious, right there in front of my face. Her father owned one of the largest, privately owned conglomerates in the country. Maybe even in the world. And his company handled everything from real estate to medical research to weapons manufacturing. Weapons. Explosives.

  And Amanda ran his tech firm.

  I should have known. It was so obvious, but I didn’t want to see it. Amanda was as much a part of our little threesome as me, as Kate. As Joshua.

  And that’s what this was about. Why she’d waited ten years, I wasn’t sure. But this was revenge for Joshua.


  I pulled Kate through the woods, trying to step as lightly as possible so we weren’t leaving too big of a trail. But Kate felt like deadweight on the end of my arm. I was so afraid she was making too much noise, that Amanda could hear us a mile away. When she came after us…I wasn’t sure I could get Kate somewhere safe before it came down to a one-on-one situation.

  Why hadn’t I grabbed my sidearm when I left the house?

  Not that I could have predicted that this would go down today. We’d spent, what, five quiet days here. You tend to get complacent after a while.

  I was trying to remember the layout of Ash’s property here. I knew he owned the woods far back behind the house. Acres upon acres. But I couldn’t remember what was on either side of us.

  There had to be a place to hide Kate.

  My damn phone buzzed in my pocket. I ignored it. A little busy just now. But it buzzed again and again. More than one call. They must have figured something out back at the compound.

  A little late, boys.

  And then the sound I’d been waiting for came.

  But it wasn’t just one person’s footsteps. There were many.

  Fuck! She had dogs!

  I turned and grabbed Kate by the upper arms, shoving her against a tree’s trunk hard enough to make her breath burst from her lungs.

  “Listen to me,” I said, my lips tight against her ear, “she’s got dogs. And, my guess is, they’re trained to attack. I want you to get up in this tree and be as quiet as you possibly can.”

  She nodded, thank God. No argument.

  I took the phone out of my back pocket and shoved it into her hands. “When the coast is clear, get back to the house. Take the car, like I told you, and run. Then call Ash. His number’s programmed…tell him what’s going on. Tell him about Amanda.”