CHAPTER TWO
It was just another frigid day in hell as far as Aidan O'Conner was concerned. Nothing ever changed and he liked it that way.
At least that was what he was hoping for until his cell phone started ringing. Picking it up from his breakfast counter, he looked at the ID. He started not to answer it, but it was his agent, Mori, and if he didn't answer Mori would worry him like a neurotic puppy with a urinary tract infection needing to go piss in the snow.
Definitely not what he needed in his life or, more importantly, in his current mood.
Aidan flipped the phone open with his chin as he simultaneously turned down his stereo, which was playing his Bauhaus CD. "Hi, Mori. "
"Oh, Aidan, there you are. I've been worried about you. "
Yeah, right. The only thing Mori ever worried about was where his next check was coming from. The bastard was just like everyone else Aidan had ever known. Greedy, self-serving, narcissistic, and wanting a piece of Aidan's flesh.
Just the sound of his whiny voice telling Aidan what to do made him all warm and toasty inside.
"I have another offer for you, A. They're up to thirty-five million dollars plus a significant share of the profits, and believe me, with the costars in this movie there will be enough profits to make even a Scrooge like you smile. "
Aidan remembered a time when he would have choked and died at such an offer. A time when that kind of money had seemed like an unimaginable dream.
And like all his dreams, that one too had been brutally shattered.
"I told you I'm not interested. "
Mori scoffed. "Of course you're interested. "
"No, Mori, I'm not. "
"Oh, come on, you can't keep hiding out on top of your little mountain. Sooner or later you have to come back to the real world. And this will be the perfect comeback. Think of how much money you'd be throwing away if you say no. "
Aidan flipped the CD to the song "Crowds" and let it remind him of why he had no interest in going back to Hollywood. . . or anywhere outside of Knob Creek, Tennessee, for that matter. He didn't like people and he hated the thought of ever doing another movie.
"Thanks, but no thanks. With a hundred million dollars in my bank accounts, I don't ever have to come back to reality again. "
Mori made a deep sound of disgust in the back of his throat. "Damn it to hell, Aidan. You've been gone from the scene so long you're lucky anyone is wanting you at any price. Even the tabloids have forgotten you at this point. "
"Really?" he said, glancing down at the stack on his coffee table that he'd picked up a week ago when he'd been in the supermarket. His face was plastered all over them. "Funny, but I seem to be the talk of the tabloids. They're speculating on everything from whether I had a disfiguring car wreck to being kidnapped by aliens or an insane fan, to my favorite of all-which claims I'm having a sex change operation at a Swedish clinic. I particularly like the Photoshopped picture of me in a dress. At least I look better than Klinger, huh? But in all honesty, I'd like to think I'd look more like Alexis Mead fromUgly Betty than this hairy yeti they have me pictured as. "
Mori cursed again. "You're really not playing with me, are you? This isn't a stunt to get more money from the studio. You really are serious about retiring. "
"Yeah, Mori. I'm through. I just want to go back to being a plain, normal guy that no one knows. "
Mori snorted. "It's too late for that. There's not a person in the world over the age of two days who doesn't know the name and face of Aidan O'Conner. Christ, you were on more magazine covers than the president. "
And that was why he had no intention of leaving his mountain top except for food, beer, and maybe once a year to get laid. . . then again, given all he'd been through, he might consider using blow-up dolls instead-some of the ones he'd found online were getting seriously high tech. "You're not helping your case. Besides, I thought they'd all forgotten me. "
Even over the phone, he could hear Mori blustering in his office. "You know better. I don't get you, man, I really don't. You could own the world if you wanted to. It's yours for the taking. "
As if Aidan cared about that. . . What good was owning the world when he'd have no choice except to defend himself against every person in it? Personally, he'd rather be a beggar with one true friend than a prince surrounded by two-faced assassins.
"I'm hanging up now, Mor. Talk to you later. " Aidan clicked the phone off and tossed it back to the counter where it landed oh another photo of him in a bad wig and a dress. God, he remembered when a lie like that would have sent him off on a rage that would have lasted for days.
But that was before the betrayal that had cut so deep it had destroyed every sensitive nerve in his body. Unlike the firestorm he'd been through, these attacks weren't personal and they weren't directed at him by people he'd once called family. These attacks were all highly laughable.
He flicked the lid off his beer and held it up to the photos of his "family" that he kept on his mantel next to his five Oscars. "Fuck you all very much," he said snidely.
But in the end, he knew the truth. He was the only one who'd been royally screwed. He'd put his trust in all the wrong people and now he was left alone to deal with the devastation they'd foisted on him-because he'd dared to love them more than he'd loved himself.
Life was nothing if not pain and he was the king of it.
Two years ago, he'd lived and died for those assholes on the mantel. Had given freely to them, hand over fist, wanting them to have a better life than the hell he'd known growing up.
And even though he'd given all but his life to them, it hadn't been enough. They'd been deceitful and selfish. Unsatisfied with his extravagant gifts, they'd begun taking, and when he'd dared to question them about their theft, they'd gone after the only thing he'd had left.
His reputation and livelihood.
Yeah, people were sick and he was tired of the Judases around him. His days of being used by others for what they could suck out of him were over.
He wanted nothing more of this world or those who were in it.
His gaze slid to the shotgun that he kept in the corner of his cabin for snakes and bears. Sixteen months ago, he'd loaded that gun, intending to kill himself and end his pain for real. The only thing that had kept him here was the fact that he wouldn't give them the satisfaction of knowing they'd weakened him to that point.
No, he was stronger than that. He'd come into this world alone and alone he would stand and defend himself until the day God above saw fit to take him from it. He'd be damned if some two-bit backwoods trash would get the better of him. He hadn't clawed his way out of poverty and built up his life to where it was, to give it all up because of some backstabbing bastards.
He hadn't started this fight, but he was the one who'd ended it.
"The trust of the innocent is the liar's most useful tool. " Aidan flinched as he remembered the quote from his favorite Stephen King novel. They'd certainly proven that to be true. And no one had been more innocent than he in all this. Because of them, his gullibility had been slaughtered on the altar of treachery.
But no more. Now there was nothing left except a man so strong he would never again allow anyone that close to him. He'd banished all trust. Banished all tenderness. He now gave to the world what it had given to him.
Anger, hatred, and venom. And that was why he kept their smiling faces on the mantel. It was to remind him how two-faced everyone was.
Aidan paused as he heard a slight banging. It sounded like someone at his door. . .
No. It wasn't possible. He was too far out and away from everything. No one ever came up the isolated dirt road that led to his log cabin. Cocking his head, he listened again, but the sound seemed to vanish.
He snorted. "Yeah, great, now I'm hearing things. "
Aidan took a step, then heard the banging again.
Maybe something had come loose. He reversed c
"Hello?"
He cursed at the muffled feminine voice. Damn it. The last thing he wanted on his mountain was a woman. Growling, he snatched open the door to find a white, bundled form on his porch step. "Get off my property. "
"P-p-please. I'm freezing and my car broke down. I need to call for help. "
"Then use your cell phone. " He slammed the door in her face.
"I can't get a signal up here. " Her voice was faint and the softness of it cut through him.
Don't you dare feel sorry for her, putz. No one takes pity on you. Give only what you're given. Hatred. Contempt. He glanced to the pictures on his mantel.
"Please. I'm freezing. Please help. "
If you don't do something she's going to freeze out there. Her death will be on your hands.
So what! Let her die for being stupid. Sometimes Darwinism was the best way to go. . .
But no matter how much his anger gnawed at him and his inner voice called him an ass, he couldn't leave her out there to die.
You're a freakin' idiot.
"Ten minutes," he snarled as he snatched open the door. "That's it. Then I want you out of my house. "
"Thank you," she said, stepping inside.
Aidan kept his lip curled as he watched her drift toward his fire. She left a trail of snow on his hardwood floors. "Don't mess up the place. "
"I'm sorry," she said, her voice still distorted by her pink woolen scarf that she had pulled up over her mouth and nose. All he could see of her face was a pair of eyes so pale a shade of blue they practically glowed. "It's really cold outside. "
"Like I care," he said under his breath before he moved to get his cell phone from the countertop. He went back to her and held it out. "Make it quick. "
She pulled off her white leather gloves to expose dainty hands that were bright pink from the cold. Shivering, she pulled the scarf down.
Aidan couldn't breathe as he saw her face, and a wave of lust bombed his system. Fine boned and patrician, she was beautiful. But more than that, it was the same woman he'd seen in his dream last night who had stopped the rain.
How freakin' weird. . .
Without a word, she took the phone from his hand and dialed it.
He couldn't move as he watched her. What were the odds of some unknown person coming out of his dreams and showing up at his door needing a phone? Especially the woman whose face had been haunting him all day.
You should play the lottery. . .
She shut his phone, then held it out to him. "Yours isn't working either. "
"Bullshit. " He flipped it open, then realized she was right. There was no signal at all. Baffled, he scowled at it. "I was just on it a minute ago. "
She shrugged before she returned to his fire. "Looks like we're both out of luck then. "
"I'm not out of luck. I live here. You're the one who's screwed, 'cause you're not staying. "
She gaped in disbelief. "You would really throw me out of your house in the middle of a blizzard?"
He scoffed. "There's no. . . " His voice drifted off as he looked outside and realized she was right. It was a total whiteout.
When had that happened?
"Un-friggin'-believable," he snarled. Then again, it was just his luck. His uncle had always told him he was born under an unlucky star. The man had been more right than either of them had ever guessed.
She turned her haunting eyes toward his. "Should I leave?"
Yes. Something in his soul screamed for him to shove her out the door and then lock it tight. It was that part of him that had been battered to the brink of suicide.
But even after all he'd been through, he couldn't bring himself to cause her death. Unlike him, she most likely had someone out there who would actually mourn for her if she were to die. Bully for her.
She gave him a look that rivaled the freezing temperature outside before she pulled her muffler back over her face and started for the door.
"Don't be stupid," he snarled. "You can't go out there. "
She raked him with a stern look, then lowered the muffler. "I don't like staying where I'm not wanted. "
"So you want me to lie?" He fell into the acting that had won him his Academy Awards. "Oh, baby, please stay with me and don't leave. I need you here. I can't live without you. "
Leta arched a brow at his words, which lacked the sarcastic tone she was certain lay beneath them. Little did he know how true they were. He did need her here because she was the only thing standing between him and death.
"How nice. You practice those lines much?"
"Not really. Usually I just tell people to fuck off and die. "
"Ooo," she said in a seductive tone. "That just gives me goose bumps all over. I love it when a man sweet-talks me. "
"I'll bet you do. " Scratching his jaw, he indicated the wooden tree by the door. "You can hang your coat there until the storm or the phone clears. "
She shrugged the coat off and unwound the scarf from around her before she pulled away her hat and tucked it in the pocket of her coat. "What's the gun for?"
"I would lie and say it's for bears or snakes, but mostly I use it for trespassers. "
"Wow, Dexter," she said, using the name of the serial killer from the Showtime series M'Adoc had shown her. "I'm impressed. Since we're not in Miami and you haven't a boat to hide the hacked-up bodies at sea, where are you keeping them?"
"Under the woodshed out back. "
"Nice. " She smiled. "At least that explains the odor I smelled coming up the driveway. "
His gaze lightened as if he found her entertaining. "You're right. That's the septic line. I'm not stupid enough to put corpses that close to my house-it'd bring the wildlife too close to my back door. I leave the bodies in the woods for the bears to eat. "
"What about when they're hibernating?"
He shrugged. "The coyotes get them. "
He was quick, she'd give him that. "Well, then, I guess you need to go ahead and shoot me and get it over with. The coyotes are probably starving in this weather. "
Aidan was completely baffled by her lack of fear. "You're not afraid of me, are you?"
"Should I be?"
"You're trapped in the woods during a snowstorm with a man you've never laid eyes on before. My nearest neighbor lives six miles away. I could do anything I wanted to you and no one would ever know. "
She looked to the corner behind her. "True, but I'm the one closest to the gun. "
"You think you could beat me to it?"
Leta wrinkled her nose at him. She didn't know why but she was enjoying this banter and she shouldn't be capable of enjoying anything at all. "I think I can handle you, Dex. After all, you don't know anything more about me than I know about you. For all you know, I could be a crazed serial killer on the run from the authorities. Might even be a body in the trunk of my car waiting for me to bury it. "
Aidan was intrigued by the fact she was playing the same game that he'd started. He admired courage and she seemed to have more than her share of it. "Are you a serial killer?"
She lifted her chin. "You first, Dexter. Who are you and why are you up here alone?"
He stepped around the counter to approach her. Pausing before her, he held out his hand. "Aidan O'Conner. Former actor, but I'm sure you know that. "
She shrugged. "It means nothing to me. I'm Leta. "
"Leta what?"
"Just Leta. " She hesitated a moment longer before she took his hand and shook it. "Nice to meet you, Dexter. "
He studied her carefully. Her winter-white clothes, while nice, weren't extravagant. They didn't say much about her except that she was caught in a snowstorm unprepared. She didn't have any jewelry or anything else that marked even the most basic thing about her. She was like a blank slate. "And what do you do for a living, just Leta?"
"I'm a professional bodyguard. "
He laughed at her unexpected answer. "Yeah, right. "
She shook her head slowly. "Nope. All true. I know seventy-two ways to kill a man and sixty-nine of them look like an accident. "
That should probably scare him, but instead he was intrigued. "And what brings a bodyguard to this neck of the woods? Did Mori hire you to protect me from my brother?"
"I don't know any Moris. I'm currently between assignments and was looking for a change. I heard there was work in Nashville and it seemed like a good place to start over. So here I am stuck in the freezing cold with a. . . serial killer. Has the making for a great horror movie, huh?"
He still wasn't satisfied with her answer. "How are you in the profession of protecting people without knowing who I am? I've been told I have one of the most recognizable faces in the world. "
"Wow. . . Just out of curiosity, when you go to bed at night, do you find yourself ousted off the mattress by that ego?"
"It's not ego. It's the truth. "
She folded her arms over her chest as if she didn't believe it for a minute. "Well, then, if I admit I know who you are and really couldn't care less will that assuage your damaged manhood enough that we can get past this and move on to something that ends with your giving me a sandwich?"
He ignored her question. "So you do know me?"
"Yes, Dexter," she said, her voice laden with sarcasm. "I know who you are. You feel better now?"
Not really. Her sarcasm rather sucked all the joy out of being right. It also made him see red. "Then why the lie?"
Leta realized she'd just made a big mistake with him. This was a man who'd been lied to enough, and it was obvious if she were to stay, she'd have to be as honest as possible. "Well, since you're hidden away in the middle of nowhere, I figured you didn't want to advertise the fact you're a world-famous actor, though to be honest the Oscars on the mantel aren't exactly subtle. "
A tic worked in his jaw. "Are you a reporter?"
She rolled her eyes. "No. I told you what I am. I protect bodies. "
"How do I know I can believe you?"
"You don't. But why would I lie?"
If anything, that made his anger increase. "You lied about knowing me. You could lie about anything. People lie all the time, usually for no reason whatsoever. "
"But I'm not lying about being hungry. " She gestured toward the loaf of bread on the counter. One of the problems with entering the mortal realm was that it tended to make Dream-Hunters extremely hungry, and right now her stomach was cramping and aching. "Could you toss me a piece of bread before the interrogation continues? Or do I have to beat your butt for a spoonful of peanut butter?"
Aidan grabbed the bread from the counter and chucked it at her. She caught it with one hand. Stepping back, he swept his hand toward the door next to the fridge. "Peanut butter is in the pantry. "
She narrowed her eyes on him suspiciously before she moved to open the door and search through his staples. She emerged a few minutes later with the peanut butter. Her gaze unamused, she set it on the counter. "Knife?"
"Drawer in front of you. "
After opening it, she twirled the knife in her hand with an expertise that said she wasn't lying about her occupation.
"Who was your last job?" he asked, tucking his hands under his arms.
"Terrence Morrison. "
He frowned. "Who?"
"A billionaire playboy who made the mistake of putting his balls on the wrong billiard table. "
Aidan could just imagine the trouble something like that could get a man into, especially depending on who thought they had rights to that billiard table. "Why did you leave?"
She spread the peanut butter over a slice of bread. "I took care of the person harassing him. Threat gone. Job eliminated. " Her look smug, she took a bite of her sandwich. "Anything else you want to know? Dental records, fingerprints? Retinal scan?"
"Urine sample would work. "
She rolled her eyes. "What cup you want me to use?"
He was intrigued by her comebacks and the fact that she didn't appear angry over his questioning and word choice. "Does anything faze you?"
"I fight people for a living. Do you honestly think peeing in a cup is going to frighten me?"
She had a point. . . providing she wasn't lying about her occupation.
Without a word, Aidan pulled a glass out of his cabinet and handed it to her.
Her jaw dropped. "You've got to be kidding me? You really want a urine sample?"
He actually smiled at her question. "Not hardly, but I thought you might be thirsty. The drinks are in the fridge. "
For once he saw relief in her gaze before she went and poured herself a glass of milk. "Thanks for showing some mercy. "
"Yeah," he said bitterly. "Just remember to return the favor. "
"Is that supposed to mean something?"
He shrugged. "Just in my experience, all people do is take. None of them give a damn about helping someone else. "
"And sometimes people can surprise you. "
"Yeah. You're right. I'm constantly amazed by the unprovoked treachery they're capable of. "
She shook her head. "Wow, you are jaded. "
If she only knew. Besides, he had every right and then some to it. He'd had enough knives planted in his spine to make a stegosaurus envious. "Look at you. " He indicated her body with his hand. "Do you protect people because they need it or do you protect them because they pay you?"
Leta hesitated. She most certainly didn't get paid for what she did, but he'd never believe a human would be so altruistic. So she opted for a semitruth. "Girl's got to eat. "
"And I rest my case. People will knife you in the back for a stinking crumb and then go on with their lives as if you're nothing but a worthless roach. "
She let out a slow breath as she saw in his anger exactly what M'Adoc had seen in hers. His was an unreasonable master that wouldn't release him. The worst part was the degree to which he'd embraced his rage. It controlled and distorted everything around him to the point he was unable to see past it. "There are sorry people out there. But I promise you not everyone is like that. For every act of cruelty mankind is capable of, they're just as capable of kindness. "
He sneered at her. "You'll forgive me if I ruthlessly disagree. " He shook his head as if the mere sight of her disgusted him. "I marvel at the fact you've lived to your age and no one's taken those rose-colored glasses and shoved them up your-"
She held her hands up in surrender to silence his tirade. "You're entitled to your opinion just as I'm entitled not to listen to it. "
That set him off even more. He pushed himself away from the counter and headed toward the front door. "You're irritating. If I had to have someone barge into my home, couldn't they at least have been mute?" He picked up the gun and started for the small hallway that led to his den. "Don't make yourself too comfortable. I want you out of here the instant the weather clears. "
Her gaze sharpened on the gun in his hands. "Trust me so little?"
"I don't trust you at all. " And with that, he went off to his den and left her standing in his kitchen.
Leta took a deep breath as she felt his hostility reaching out to her. Good.
So far Dolor hadn't managed to break into the mortal plane. But it wouldn't be long.
Dolor had been summoned to kill Aidan and he would do everything within his power, which was great, to succeed. There would be no stopping him.
Which meant she wouldn't have long to build up her own powers by feeding from Aidan. She frowned as she felt a twinge of guilt. As a Dream-Hunter, she shouldn't feel anything like that at all and yet she couldn't squelch the part of her that didn't want to hurt Aidan when it was so obvious he'd been cut enough by those around him.
It's for his own good.
Odd how the gods and humanity used that so often to justify brutality.
Zeus had even said that when he'd ordered all the emotions stripped from the Dream-Hunters. When he'd had all of them punished for a crime only one god had committed. And even that hadn't been a crime. It'd been intended as a joke on old Thunderbutt to make him not take everything so seriously. Instead of laughing, Zeus had abused his powers to lash out against everyone who didn't agree with him.
The rest of the dream gods had merely been innocents caught in the crossfire. But Zeus's fear of being overthrown and mocked had caused him to punish them all. How pathetic to live his existence in such paranoia.
However, Zeus's god complex didn't concern her. What she needed to focus on was saving Aidan's life if she could and killing Dolor at any cost.
Dolor's laughter from the past filled her head. "I am Pain. I am eternal. And you are insignificant, Leta. You will never defeat me. "
So far he was right. She hadn't defeated him, but she had wounded him.
His arrogance would be the tool she would use to break his strength and Aidan was the hammer she needed to drive her spike right between Dolor's eyes.
Her resolve set, she went to find Aidan and anger him some more.
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