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"That's pushing it," Jonas pointed out. "If she gets a lawyer, she could beat it within forty-eight hours."
"Then let's not tell her that," Zane warned them before Noble could speak up. "Listen up, boys, let me tell you a little something about Haley. She's more stubborn than those mountains out there, and she's sure as hell got more fire in her than that explosion that nearly killed her tonight. You're not going to bully her as easily as you think you can."
"I have no intentions of bullying her," Noble ground out. "I'll protect her. With your help."
"Noble," Jonas's voice was warning.
"Do you believe you're going to keep him out of it?" Noble stared back at him coolly. "You're not. And you're not going to keep him from trying to protect her. Let's at least use him wisely."
Man or breed, sometimes one had to go with gut instinct. Gut instinct warned him that Zane Taggart would walk through fire for someone he cared for, and for whatever reason, he cared for Haley.
"Smart boy." Zane's smile was hard.
"Jonas will give you details, you will stay out of the perimeter he lays out to you. This house is fairly sheltered. No neighbors too close, no reason for them to be on her property. Anyone moving within her property line is fair game. Do we understand each other?"
Gut instinct and trust were two different things. The sheriff might get information, but he wouldn't be aware of the security protocols Noble intended to set up.
Haley's home sat at the end of a block. She owned a little over an acre, the boundary of which was fenced and thick with trees. Across the street were several clear lots, the street that ran by the side of the house was an occupied lot, enclosed by a privacy fence. Behind her property were more homes, closer together.
Protecting her might not be easy, but at least here he would know the breeds who should be in place. In Sanctuary, at the moment, there were too many suspects and not enough space to ensure no breed but those he trusted were within sight of her.
"We'll have the information we need on this soon, Noble," Jonas promised, his voice hard now.
And they would. Noble knew that the number of people with the information of the witness who had overheard that meeting was small. One of them told someone, or had personally done the killing. Either way, they would be found. '
"You have two weeks," Noble warned him. "After that, she disappears." He stared back at Jonas, knowing the director understood exactly what Noble was telling him.
"That won't be enough time," Jonas growled.
"It's all the time you have." Noble shrugged before turning to the sheriff. "As of tonight, call before you arrive here. Call before your deputies arrive here. Don't try to surprise me, Sheriff Taggart, and don't try to piss me off. I get mean when I'm pissed off. And trust me, you don't want to see that side of me."
The sheriff's gaze locked with his for long moments before the other man cursed and scowled. He got the message. He wasn't just dealing with a breed, he was dealing with one that didn't mind killing someone for stupidity. If the sheriff was stupid enough to try to blindside him, then he would die. Nothing mattered at this point but protecting Haley. No matter from whom he had to protect her.
Chapter 4
Haley's bedroom door opened slowly, and Noble stepped into the room.
She stared at him from her bed, watched the way the dim light from her lamp followed and loved the hard, strong angles of his face.
His thick black hair fell to his shoulders and framed the hard, sharp contours of his face. High cheekbones, deep-set, slightly tilted eyes, and a strong, sharp nose. He could never be called handsome, not really. Noble was anything but a pretty boy. He was a man, rugged, tough, certain of himself and his abilities to the point that his confidence gleamed in his black eyes.
She remembered, several months before, the report that he had been wounded on a mission. He had been away from Sanctuary for several long weeks. She had waited, and she had worried, and she had promised herself that the next time she saw him, she would push past the wariness inside herself and do something about this "almost" relationship they seemed to share.
Yet, when he had returned, she had retreated again. And it wasn't that she lacked confidence, or even daring. Everyone knew Haley could be daring. No, there was something else that had held her back, a certainty, a knowledge that any woman who took Noble on would be taking on much more than a lover.
And there was always the chance that the "mating-heat" rumors and gossip trash stories in the rags had enough truth to them to be dangerous. Haley was a great believer that where there was smoke, there was fire. And where there was Noble, things would naturally get hot.
She flinched as he closed the door quietly behind him, still watching her, his black gaze cool and shuttered.
"You're not supposed to be here," she told him. "I asked you to leave."
"Are you that anxious to die, Haley?" He leaned against the door and crossed his arms over his chest. "Strange, I never saw you as a quitter."
His lips quirked at one corner as she stared back at him silently.
"You can't run, and you can't hide. Not from this." She was already realizing that. That didn't mean it was any easier to accept.
