Strip for Me by Amarinda Jones Read Free Book Online Page A

save your ass, girl.
    “Meg was depressed after he rejected her. She took a drug overdose.”
    “Oh God, I’m sorry.” And Rett was. But the thought that both sisters were delusional kept her on her guard. Never feel sympathy for a crazy woman with a knife.
    “Meg loved him but he just played with her emotions.”
    What the? Her sister loved Hamish and she killed herself in a fit of unrequited love? Rett couldn’t imagine Hamish being cruel to anyone. She also couldn’t imagine why Hamish wasn’t kicking the door down to save her. “Um, I understand that you’re upset over the loss of your sister —”
    “You can’t possible understand.”
    Bugger. Bad choice of words. Understanding only came through knowledge and Rett had none on this situation. “No, you’re right, but how is cutting me going to help?” Where are you, Hamish?
    Please rescue me.
    “He needs to feel pain,” Amelia howled. “I’ve watched the way he looks at you.”
    There was furious banging on the door. Yay! The cavalry.

    “Open up!” Hamish yelled. This was followed by the sound of a door being kicked.
    “Amelia, they’re going to be in here soon. This can end with you putting down the knife and walking away, or it can end with you in jail. How is that going to help your sister?”
    Amelia ignored the banging on the door. “It doesn’t matter what happens to me. I just need to make him understand how I suffered.”
    “But he won’t. No one else can take on the pain another has felt.”
    “Oh but he will,” Amelia’s eyes were bright with madness.
    ”Even now he’s trying to kick down the door to save you.”
    Thank God he is. “I’m an employee, nothing else.”
    “But the way he looks at you—”
    The sound of wood splintering indicated the wood in the door was giving way under force. “He likes sex. I provide that.”
    Amelia shook her head and advanced towards her. “No, it’s more than that.”
    Rett had no option but to move back and hit the wall. “Nope.
    You know men’s needs revolve around their dick.”
    “Meg would never sleep with him.”
    So how had her sister been so infatuated? Was it a crush from afar? “So how did they meet?” Rett kept her eyes on the knife. She figured if she could see the first thrust then she could grab Amelia’s hand and—what? This isn’t the movies, Rett.
    “She was working at the club as a waitress. Seth, the first owner, had just left and Clark appeared. Meg fell in love with him, but he acted like she didn’t exist.”
    If the fact that Hamish didn’t recognize Amelia as an employee was anything to go on, then that was very true. “So how did he hurt her?” The sound of wood breaking gave Rett hope.
    “By ignoring her.”
    Rett was just about to suggest that her sister had more problems than just a crush on Hamish, but then mentioning that to a woman who had a large knife in her hands wasn’t smart. Before Rett could speak, the door crashed open and Hamish and two male employees appeared. Amelia whirled around, and Rett took the chance to run in the opposition direction from her.

    “Are you okay, sweetness?” Hamish raced to her side and pulled her into his arms.
    Rett had never felt so safe. “Yeah.” She looked at Amelia. The woman appeared drab, pathetic, and beaten. But she still had a knife.
    Rett was concerned that if one sister had been suicidal, the other may be predisposed to it as well. “Killing me won’t bring Meg back. Do you think she would want that? Your sister sounded like she was a smart, lovely woman.”
    Amelia nodded. “She was.”
    “So she would be upset at what you’re doing.”
    Amelia started to cry. The knife fell from her fingers. One of the other men grabbed it. She looked from Rett to Hamish. “I just wanted him to understand the pain of losing someone.”
    Hamish’s gaze was on Rett. “Oh, I do.”

    After the police left with Amelia, Rett and Hamish stood together silently, each immersed in their own