Missing in Montana by B. J. Daniels

Author:B. J. Daniels [Daniels, B. J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2019-04-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THREE

“Courtney Baxter,” Dakota said. “The woman I know you were out with last night.” She looked as if she wanted to hit him again. Her eyes narrowed. “What did you do to her?”

He rubbed his jaw, feeling as if he was mentally two steps behind and had been since Courtney Baxter had knocked on his door not twenty-four hours before. “Courtney Baxter is your sister?”

“My half sister. Where is she?”

His head ached and now so did his jaw. Dakota had a pretty good right hook. “How do you know I was with her?”

“She called me sounding terrified. What did you do to her?”

Taking a step back, he raised both hands. “Hold on a minute. We can figure this out.”

“What is there to figure out?” she demanded.

He noticed something he hadn’t earlier. Dakota’s left hand. No wedding ring. No ring at all. The last time he’d seen her, she’d had a nice-size rock on her ring finger. He’d heard she was engaged to some investment manager down in New Mexico.

She saw him staring at her left hand and stuck her hands into the back pockets of her jeans, her look daring him to say anything about it.

No chance of that.

“We should put something on those knuckles,” he said, having noticed before that her right hand was swelling. Hitting him had hurt her more than it had him. Well, physically at least.

Dakota Lansing. He still couldn’t believe that the freckle-faced tomboy who used to stick her tongue out at him had grown into this amazing-looking woman.

“Why don’t you come into the house for a minute,” he said, and started for the front porch.

“Zane, I’m only interested in finding my sister.”

“So am I.” He left the door open, went into the kitchen and opened the freezer door. By the time he heard her come in he had a tray of ice cubes dumped into a clean dishcloth.

“What did you do to her?” Dakota demanded again from the kitchen doorway.

He motioned to a chair at the kitchen table. “Dakota, you know me. You know I wouldn’t hurt anyone.”

She didn’t look convinced, but she did sit down. He reached for her injured hand, but she quickly took the ice from him, pushing his hand away.

“Courtney said on the phone last night that she was in trouble. I heard something crash in the background. Just before the connection went dead she said your name.”

The whole time she’d been talking she was glaring at him, challenging him to come up with an explanation. He wished he could.

“Dakota, I have to be honest with you. I can’t remember anything about last night. I woke up this morning alone with these scratches on my face and—” he pushed up his sleeve “—my arm.”

Her eyes widened a little when she saw the scratches on his arm. He saw fear flicker in her expression, fear and anger. “How long have you been dating my sister?”

She sounded almost jealous. Which he thought just showed how hungover he was. “I had never laid eyes on her until she showed up at my door last night claiming we had a date,” he said.

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