Mine to Hold (Mine 3)

The silence stretched between them.

“Then why don’t we just screw the talk about the past and just focus on the present?” Drake suggested. “And in the present, you sure have my boy Noah twisted up.”

She did?

Was that good or bad?

“Noah’s not like me and Trace. He holds himself back. He’s damn smart. He knows that a woman can destroy a man faster than anything else on earth.”

Drake sounded as if he were speaking from personal experience. “I’m not looking to destroy Noah.”

“Good.” His smile flashed. “Because then I’d have to destroy you, and I think I rather like you.”

He’d just threatened her. Claire’s fingers curled tightly around the edge of the desk.

“I don’t have a lot of friends in this world,” Drake continued. “Noah is one of the few people who has always stood by me, no matter what screwed up shit I did.”

Just as Noah was standing by her?

“But don’t let his appearance fool you, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart. Helplessly, Claire shivered. Only one other man had called her by that endearment.

“Noah is a hell of a lot more dangerous than most people believe. I’ve always thought that, if someone were to wreck that perfect control of his, Noah York might just be the deadliest man I’ve ever met.”

“Why…” She pulled in a deep breath. “Why are you trying to warn me away from him?”

“Because I think you might be the one to wreck that perfect control.” He crossed the room until he stood just two feet away from her. Not touching her, thank goodness, but still too close. “He doesn’t keep them, you know.”

Now she was lost. “Keep what?”

“His women. He sleeps with them, gets the lust out of his system, then he lets them go. He doesn’t like to have the same lover twice in a row.”

Her heart seemed to freeze in her chest. Noah had been with her, and as soon as they’d returned to New York, he’d rushed out of town. Away from me?

“He usually pushes his lovers aside, but here you are, all snug in his suite, and he has me playing guard duty for you.” He gave a low whistle. “That’s new, and it’s dangerous.”

He was wrong. “I’m not a threat to Noah.”

“Aren’t you?”

She shook her head.

“Good. Because, as I said, I like you.”

Then what did he tell to the women he didn’t like?

“Even if you do have that injured, delicate bird thing happening.” He waved his hand at her. “Do something about that, would you?”

She could only blink. “I’m not an injured bird.” Now that was just insulting.

He smiled. “That’s better. You had some bite in those words.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I’m in the suite. Completely safe for the night.” She’d been safe all day. “I think you can probably leave now.”

“Why would I leave the suite? I just ordered room service for us. The room service menu in this place is damn good. Noah made sure of that.”

Uh, yes, Claire had realized that quickly.

“Come on. It will be here any moment…” Then he turned his back and took about four steps before he hesitated and said, “I promise, I won’t bite. Noah’s already marked you as his. I know how to keep my hands to myself.” After that little announcement, he kept walking.

She didn’t follow him.

Noah’s already marked you as his.

She rubbed her chilled arms.

***

Noah opened the door to his suite and slipped inside the dark interior to—

“Three a.m., hoss…sure didn’t expect to see you come dragging in at this hour.”

A light flipped on near the couch. The illumination spilled on Drake’s features. The guy was lounging against the cushions, looking quite at home. Too at home.

“What the hell are you doing in my suite?” Noah demanded. Since he’d known that Drake was in New York, he’d gotten the guy to keep an eye on Claire.

Not spend the night in the same suite with her.

Drake grinned. When Drake grinned, it made Noah nervous.

“I was getting to know your Claire,” Drake said. “That woman likes her secrets, doesn’t she?”

Claire…she has secrets. A darkness inside. With her, what you see isn’t what you get.

Noah shut the door behind him. “What do you mean?”

“I mean getting the woman to talk with me was like pulling teeth.” He shook his head and stayed sprawled on the couch. “I don’t think she cares much for me.”

“Usually you don’t have a problem charming the ladies.”

“No.” Drake glanced toward the shut bedroom door. “But I don’t think she’s one for charmers.”

Noah dropped his bag. He was so tired his bones ached, but he’d been determined to get back to Claire as fast as possible.

“Want to tell me about your mystery trip?”

Now Noah was the once glancing toward the bedroom door. “Is she asleep?”

“She’s been that way for a few hours now. Tried to get her drunk with some wine,” Drake confessed. “Didn’t work. The woman didn’t even touch her glass.”

Noah’s eyes narrowed. “We need to be clear on something.” He’d thought it was obvious when he asked Drake to watch Claire. “You don’t fuck with her, understand?”

Drake laughed softly. “But you do.”

“Only me.” He tossed aside his jacket. “Claire is—”

“A broken bird, a woman who needs your protection.” Now Drake was mocking.

“No,” Noah snarled. That sure wasn’t what he saw when he looked at Claire. “She’s a survivor. She’s been through hell, and I want to make sure she never has to suffer again.”

Drake seemed to absorb that. “And you’ll do anything to keep her safe, is that it?”

“Yes,” he rasped.

“Oh, how the mighty have fallen.” Now Drake rose and paced toward Noah. “I don’t give out advice often, but for you, I’ll make an exception. Seeing as how we go back so far…and you’re one of the few people who can—”

“Actually stand your psychotic ass?”

“Understand me,” Drake muttered. He heaved out a sigh. “You were smarter than Trace and I were. You didn’t get wrapped up in a woman. You kept your distance. You played it safe.”

Noah waited.

“You need to keep playing it safe. Opening yourself up to a woman like Claire, that is a big mistake. She’ll rip your world apart, man.”

Noah didn’t speak.

“When Trace almost lost Skye, you saw what it did to him.” Drake’s face hardened as worry glinted in his eyes. “Do you really want that shit to happen to you?”

His back teeth had clenched so hard they ached. “I have no intention of losing Claire.”