Page 62 of Redeeming Rabbit

Whatever it was had to be serious. Which meant, I had to find him. Now. Damn the logic of potentially endangering my job for a man I’d known for a month. Lysha could give my presentation with her eyes closed. All evidence pointed to the situation being serious. And I couldn’t squelch this feeling that whatever it was, I had to see it for myself. I had to find him right away before he had a chance to cover it up.

Because if he was using drugs, I might have to kill him myself. And though I didn’t believe that was the reason, I really had only known the guy a month. A fact I seemed to be fixating on, but it didn’t stop me from finding Lysha and informing her I had a family emergency and had to go. Then I left, feeling Cameron Chamberlain’s glare burning a hole in my back the entire way.

I ignored him. Finding Rabbit was my priority. I’d deal with Cameron’s privileged ass later.

* * *

When I arrived at the fire station, Rabbit’s bike was lying on its side only feet from the side entrance. I gave it a cursory once over, relieved it appeared undamaged. I’d been half expecting to find it in a ditch somewhere. The guards had called his behavior erratic, and judging by his parking job, drugs weren’t entirely out of the question. Against all rational thought, I’d gotten attached to the biker. I might not murder him, but I would seriously kick his ass if he was doing anything he shouldn’t be. Then, I’d hide him in my apartment until he cleaned up and could return to the fire station. Or perhaps I’d just keep him with me.

After I tortured him for being self-destructive.

Andnotthe kind of torture I suspected he’d like.

I entered the building and almost ran into a familiar face. The man I’d seen at breakfast last Saturday morning stood in front of me with his arms crossed, blocking the way. I tried to dodge and go around him, but he mirrored my movements and cut me off.

Could he not see I had somewhere to be? Annoyed, I huffed to a stop. “Hello… Morse, right?”

He nodded, his gaze sweeping down to take in my outrageously overpriced cocktail dress and three-inch Jimmy Choos. I expected his inspection to pause at my breasts since I showed a fair amount of cleavage. Instead, he treated me like a piece of art he briefly admired before moving on. Unlike Cameron Chamberlain, who’d barely spoken to my face.

“Yes, Elenore. What are you doing here?”

“I’m here for Rabbit. He was supposed to be my dinner date tonight, but….” I trailed off, hesitant to reveal the events of the night. If he was doped up, I didn’t want them to know. Yes, I was willing to cover for the man, but I would make him pay. “Is he here?”

Morse studied me, his expression wary. “Why do you want to see him?”

This line of questioning had gotten old quick. I folded my arms, but was careful to hold his gaze. “Because I’m worried about him and need to make sure he’s okay.”

He twisted his lips to the side. “You left your dinner early.”

It wasn’t a question, so I didn’t answer.

I studied Morse more closely, wondering exactly how much of my personal information he’d pilfered when Tap had set the camera up outside my apartment.

“You’ve been keeping tabs on me.”

He arched an eyebrow. A confirmation without saying a word.

“Why?”

“Rabbit shouldn’t have been at that dinner. He endangered himself to protect you. I had to make sure you were worth sacrificing for.”

Interesting. “And what did you find out?”

“That Rabbit’s a grown-ass man who can decide that for himself. And that you might be good for him. Hell, you might be exactly what he needs.”

I didn’t know how to respond, so I picked apart his previous statement until I found the detail that kept bugging me. “Why did Rabbit believe he needed to protect me at my company dinner?”

“Cameron Chamberlain is dangerous.”

Strangely, the news didn’t surprise me. “Sex offender?”

“Yep.”

“You were listening in on my conversation with Tina.”

It wasn’t a question, so he didn’t answer. Morse would be fun to hang out with. I could never date him. Even if Rabbit weren’t in the picture, only one of us would survive. And I wasn’t entirely sure it would be me. There was something about this man that saidI have a file on you. I wondered what his military job was.

“If you’re expecting an apology, don’t hold your breath. Rabbit rarely leaves club property. He left for you. He can’t handle crowds outside these walls, yet he tried. For you. He’s my brother. I’ll do anything to protect him.”

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