Captive but Forbidden by Lynn Raye Harris Read Free Book Online

into a bear hug. “I’m so glad you’re well,” he said before he set her down again.
    She smoothed a hand over her pajamas. Self-consciously? Probably, since Brady had found her alone here with him and she was clearly dressed for bed. Though how she could think elf pajamas were the least bit suggestive, Raj wasn’t sure.
    “I’m fine, Brady.”
    Brady shoved a hand through his hair. He was a tall man, though not as tall as Raj, and he’d remained lean throughout the years. Brady’s hair was graying at the temples, but that was the only change Raj had noted since the last time—before tonight—that he’d seen the other man.
    Brady threaded his fingers through Veronica’s and brought her hand to his lips. Raj didn’t like the tight pulse of envy that shot through him at the casual gesture.
    “I had a call I had to take,” Brady said. “And then the lights went out. I had hoped Raj had you safe, but when I came to your room the first time, you weren’t here.”
    “We were, um, elsewhere,” she said, not quite meeting his gaze. “But I’m fine. Raj is a very good bodyguard.”
    Brady’s expression was fierce. “I’m glad you think so. Clearly, the one you had tonight was no good.”
    She looked angry suddenly. Deliberately, she pulled her hand from Brady’s grip, crossing her arms over her chest. “So you knew about that?”
    “I don’t question Raj’s methods,” Brady said. “He’s never failed me.”
    Veronica slapped him on the shoulder. It wasn’t hard. It was the kind of slap Raj imagined a sister would give to her annoying brother.
    “That’s for not telling me what you were planning,” Veronica said, her brows two angry slashes in her face, though her tone was gentler than Raj had expected it would be.
    Brady, however, looked like a puppy who’d peed onthe carpet. He knew he wasn’t in big trouble, but he was in trouble nevertheless. And he didn’t like it.
    Poor Brady.
The way he looked at Veronica, spoke about Veronica—he seemed to want more than her friendship, but he’d decided to be satisfied with what she gave him. Even now he looked at her as if she was the sun and he one of the lucky planets in her orbit.
    Typical with women like her, Raj thought sourly. She drew men like flowers drew honeybees.
    His mother had been exactly like that before she’d lost her beauty from the drugs and drinking.
    Until then, however, she’d managed to keep them both warm and dry by dragging him to stay with her various “boyfriends.”
    There’d never been a shortage of men willing to take her in. They’d taken him by extension. Some had ignored him. Others had resented him. And at least one had threatened him.
    “I knew you wouldn’t approve,” Brady was saying to her.
    “I wouldn’t have,” she admitted. “But Raj has managed to show me the error of my ways.”
    Brady’s gaze slewed to him. “Has he?”
    Veronica was looking over Brady’s shoulder at him with wide eyes. She gave her head a little shake, as if to warn him. Raj knew what she wanted from him. And he had no problem complying, because the fewer people who knew about the doll, the better.
    Raj shrugged. “She was stubborn at first, but I pointed out that if I’d come to kill her, I’d have been able to do so with very little trouble once I’d got rid of her bodyguard.”
    Brady heaved a sigh as he turned back to her. “I knew you’d be sensible, Veronica.”
    “She is very sensible,” Raj said as Veronica’s cheeks turned pink. No doubt she was remembering how
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sensible she’d been until she’d discovered the doll. She turned and went to sit on the couch, once more the cool, imperious lady.
    An imperious lady in elf pajamas. He had to bite down on the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at the incongruity.
    “So what now?” Brady asked.
    “I’m staying close,” Raj said. “Veronica doesn’t want her staff to know she has extra security, so we’ve decided to pretend there’s a bit of a …