Title: Between Love & Fire
Series: Backstage Series Book #1
Author: Dani René
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 13, 2016
WEDDING PACT
James had thought he'd imagined the fear in Carrigan's voice when she called. If she was in actual trouble, she sure as hell wasn't going to call him—no matter how much he liked the idea of being the one to swoop in and save her from her problems. He liked the idea too much.
But then she walked into the quiet little pub where he was waiting and he realized he hadn't been wrong the first time. There were faint bruises beneath her eyes, like she'd been sleeping even less than he had, and she held herself like a woman who'd been beaten for the first time. He was on his feet before he made a conscious decision to move. "Who hurt you?"
"No one."
"Don't play that martyr bullshit with me, Carrigan. Who the fuck put that look on your face?" She'd gone through hell and back because of him and it hadn't put that haunted expression in her green eyes. He clenched his fists, trying and failing to get control of his temper. She wasn't his to protect. Hell, even if she was, he had a pretty shitty track record of keeping people in his care safe. There was no reason why she'd be any different.
Except that he wanted her to be different.
She brushed past him, drawing his attention to her clothing. "What the hell are you wearing?"
Carrigan spun and glared. "I don't need your shit right now."
"You called me, lovely, so my shit is exactly what you're going to get." She looked like an angel—one that had had its wings clipped. He wasn't sure what gave him that impression, but the long white dress was opposite of everything he'd found the woman to be in the short time they'd known each other. She was wild and impulsive and free. She wasn't…this virginal almost-bride. He didn't like the change. He didn't like it one bit. "Sit your ass down. I'll get us drinks, and then you're telling me what the fuck is going on."
"Don't hold your breath on that."
He wouldn't have to. She might be prickly as all get out, but she wanted to talk. She wouldn't have called him otherwise. The bartender met him halfway, a nervous little mouse of a guy. James made an effort to speak softly because the man looked half a second from pissing himself at the idea of a Halloran in his bar. "Whiskey for me. Dirty martini for the lady."
He made his way back to where Carrigan had picked a booth. Ignoring the empty side, he slid in next to her.
The bartender appeared with their drinks, and James waited for him to scurry away before he spoke again. "Talk to me. I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong."
"No one can help me."
The raw pain in her voice made him want to comfort her, but that was one skill James had never learned. Maybe if his mother had lived…But there was no room in this world for "what if" and "maybe." So he did the one thing that he knew how to do. The single thing guaranteed to distract her.
He kissed her.
Carrigan went rigid for half a second, but he waited, his lips on hers, and let her choose. That hesitation was all it took for her to melt, turning to fire in his arms. He wanted to haul her against him, to let this feeling consume him until none of the bullshit mattered anymore. Right now, in this moment, there was only her. They could be the last two people in the world for all he gave a fuck. Hell, part of him hoped they were. As her tongue stroked his, a small, treacherous thought wormed into his brain and took root.
With this woman by my side, I'd be content to let the rest of the world burn.
"I don't like that a self-proclaimed enemy of Jimmy's might be attending this event. He's mentioned you by name in several of his rants." Blade's soft voice radiated concern.
"His career is over. His company has been through Chapter 11 and now they have nothing. He's a pariah in this industry, so what does he have to lose if he harasses you?" Rico rested his hands on the table in front of him.
"Casino life is hard and the business is cut-throat. Jimmy ingrained that into me from the day he adopted me. I'll be careful. I promise." She gave Rico a reassuring smile. "I don't want anything to happen to me, either if that makes you feel any better."
"Plus it will be hard to get to know that Hoosier Hottie if you have a detail following you around." Hadley added helpfully.
"Hadley!" She felt her cheeks burn. God she wasn't a prude, how could she be after living and working in Sin City? Her body's response frustrated her.
Blade ran his fingers over his tablet and a photo of Remington Cooper flashed up on the flat screen hanging on the wall behind her chair. "I've done some research. This guy can take care of Frankie. I'm not worried. If he's around her, she'll be fine." He flashed what could only be described as a shit-eating grin. "He's had training, very specialized training, in the military. Plus he's not too bad looking is he?"
"I suppose that he could protect her, but the question is, would he?" Rico looked straight at Frankie.
"Oh, I think he'd like to get next to Frankie any way he could." Hadley winked and gave a salacious smile. "The man has been very busy pursuing our Francesca."
"Enough." She gave her friends an evil look. "I only talk to Remy because he is chairing the panel that I'm a part of." She prayed that her hands weren't shaking. Her attraction to Remy was becoming a problem. No matter what she told her body, it throbbed whenever she thought about him. "I think you all are exaggerating this just a little." She displayed a half inch of space between her thumb and index finger.
She watched them exchange looks. This was the problem with spending so much time together. There were no secrets.