“I can go in if they need me,” she hissed. Her gaze slid over his rough good looks and narrowed speculatively. Was that a smear of bright red lipstick along the bluish shadow of his jaw? Her fist clenched. Had he allowed that witch to kiss him?
“What kind of calls? Threats? What the hell does ‘not exactly’ mean?” Jess sounded impatient. “If someone is harassing the station, or Saber in particular, call the police.”
“No.” Saber made another grab at the telephone, her face pale. “Jesse,” she wailed when he whirled his chair around, keeping his back to her, preventing her from getting to the receiver.
“What exactly is he saying? Yes, that’s right. Call the security company, have them double the guard around the station. Brady’s security tonight? Have him give me a call. Sure, Les, thanks for calling.” He dropped the receiver in its cradle and turned his chair to face her.
“That was my phone call, Jesse,” Saber protested, her heart slamming in alarm, “you had no right to keep me from it.”
As usual, he didn’t seem to be the least bit intimidated or upset by her outburst. “Sit down before you fall down,” he suggested calmly. “You’re trembling.”
“With anger,” she exploded, but she did sit, afraid her shaking legs wouldn’t support her.
“With fear. Tell me about it, Saber. Who are you expecting? Just how dangerous is he?”
Stubbornly her chin went up. “It is not my fault some crackpot is calling the station. It happens. It doesn’t have a thing to do with me. Triple the guard at the station for all I care.”
“Don’t worry,” Jess said, “I will. Les says the man has called nine times, last night and this morning. Brian recorded a couple of the calls on his shift as well. He hasn’t threatened you, but he wants to meet you.”
“Everyone wants to meet me. I’m cute.”
“Your voice is sexy as hell and these creeps get all sorts of ideas.”
“Will you please wipe that disgusting stuff off your face? I can barely stand to look at you,” she snapped.
His eyebrow shot up. “What disgusting stuff?”
“You know very well. You just had to let her kiss you, and you’ve got her lipstick all over you.”
His eyes burned black velvet. “You’ll have to do it, honey. I can’t see it.”
Saber shook her head. “No way. You let her put it there, you can just get it off yourself.”
Jess shrugged. “I guess it will just have to stay.”
She glared at him. “You know where she kissed you.”
“I don’t remember.” He had to work to keep the grin from his face.
Furious, Saber jumped up, wet a cloth, and bent over him, scrubbing at the offensive smear of lipstick along his jaw. “I could just smack you one, Jesse.”
He pulled her onto his lap, exactly where he had planned to have her from the moment she had come downstairs. “Thank you, baby, I appreciate it. I wouldn’t have liked going around all day with Chaleen’s brand on me.”
“But you would have.” Saber wasn’t ready to forgive him. “All day, just to make me crazy.”
“Would it have?”
“Of course.”
“Well, since we’re talking.” He pulled the military issue knife from his pack and held it up in front of her. “I thought I’d return this to you.”
She went absolutely still. “Where did you find that?” She didn’t touch it.
“You had a nightmare. Before you woke up, you tried to protect yourself.”
Saber jumped off his lap, careful to avoid the knife, and stared at him, a look of horror stamped on her pale face. “I did what? I attacked you, Jesse?”
Tears swam in her eyes, and when he moved toward her, she backed away, putting one hand on his arm to keep him at a distance. “No. No. If I did that, it’s not safe for you anymore. I have to leave. I can’t believe I did that.”