Page 63 of Midnight Escape

Ignoring how Cowboy had already dubbed John as The Russian, not knowing how that would go over, he asked, “Anyone we know?”

“Oh yeah.” Cowboy chuckled and Danny wanted to punch him.

Not caring he was barefoot, they stalked down the stairs to the living room and Danny stopped short. Barbara. No, Barbie. Trying to break into his house while he and Moira slept. Had the woman lost her damn mind?

“Jane and I saw her walk by the house yesterday,” Doc said, as they approached. So both shifts had stayed to protect them. He loved his teammates.

Barbie jumped up. “Danny, what is the matter with these two Neanderthals? I was just walking and minding my own business and they stopped me and brought me here like a common criminal.”

This chick’s mind was seriously warped. What had he ever seen in her? Granted, it’d only taken a couple dates to figure her out, yet years to get rid of her. Damn that blind date and him not being prepared to head it off before it happened.

“Sit,” he demanded. He waited until she finally gave up her stance and flounced down on the couch. “What were you doing around my house this early in the morning?”

“As I said, I was just walking around.”

“Yeah, around the window casements,” Cowboy added with a snort.

“You can’t seriously believe these men that I was doing something wrong.”

While he’d never expected something like this from Barbie, he believed his men. “Actually, I do believe them. They have no reason to lie. You, on the other hand, do.”

“Well, I never.”

“Give it up, you’re not Southern,” Danny said.

“Okay, so I looked around your place. It’s a nice one, and I missed our time together. I hoped to get a glimpse of you.”

“In legal terms, they call that stalker behavior,” Doc added.

“I did nothing wrong,” she insisted.

Moira made an appearance, dressed for the day.

“What are you still doing here?” Barbie asked Moira.

“I’m a guest. You, on the other hand, appear to be a criminal. Is that what woke us?”

Danny cringed inside. Not that he planned to hide his relationship, but he did not want to hash it in front of Barbie.

“Us? Us?” Her voice rose with each word.

“That’s none of your concern. Now what were you planning to do with that rock?” Cowboy asked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She kept her gaze on Danny. “I can’t believe you’re sleeping with the Irish slut.”

Moira flew across the room and slapped Barbie. Lightning fast, he grabbed Moira and pulled her back, and the men grabbed Barbie before she jumped up. A cat fight was the last thing he wanted to see this early in the morning.

“That’s it. I’m pressing charges,” Barbie screeched.

“Go ahead. We’ll let them know how you came to be here,” Moira taunted back.

“That’s enough. What to do with you?” he directed to Barbie.

“Well,” Barbie said seductively, “you could kick the bitch to the curb and invite me back to your bed.”

“First, I’m not kicking Moira anywhere. Second, you were never in my bed.”

“It’d only have been a matter of time.”

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