She’d never let any man get under her skin, but he had somehow done just that. It just didn’t make sense. If it was only about sex, then she would have gotten enough to last awhile. She definitely shouldn’t be itching for more. Had it really been that good?
Yes, she concluded. It had been that good. Just thinking about how good had her pulse racing and every single cell in her body craving more of the kind of ecstasy only Dalton Granger could deliver.
She stood and walked over to her window. Cold showers weren’t working for her, and there was no way she could go back to her toys after experiencing a man like Dalton. Even Shana had asked her yesterday if she was all right. Her sister still didn’t know that she was working on Sheppard Granger’s case. Maybe it was time to tell her. Jace and Caden, as well. Especially since Ivan Greene’s alibi wasn’t wrapped up too tightly.
She glanced away from the window when her cell phone rang. Recognizing her sister’s ringtone, she crossed the room to click on her phone. “Shana?”
“Yes, it’s me. I was just checking on you.”
Jules slid into her chair. “And I was just thinking about you. There’s something I need to talk to you about. And I want Jace and Caden included in this conversation, as well.”
“What about Dalton?”
To say Dalton was already aware of what she had to say would mean explaining some things she would rather not broach with her sister. So instead, she said, “Yes, include Dalton if he’s available.”
“He’s available. We all are. Right now. We met at Dalton’s place to cover some business we preferred to handle away from the office. Bruce and Marcel left a few minutes ago, but we’re still here. Can you drop by now, or do you prefer we come to you?”
“I can drop by,” Jules said. She glanced at her watch. “It shouldn’t take me long to get there. Let’s say in about twenty minutes.”
“We’ll be here waiting.”
Jules clicked off the phone, knowing she had to prepare herself both mentally and physically to see Dalton again.
*
Jace stopped pacing long enough to ask, “Did Jules say why she wanted to meet with us?”
Shana smiled up at her husband. “No, she didn’t.”
“And she didn’t have a problem with his being here?” Caden asked, nodding toward Dalton.
Shana shook her head. “No, she didn’t have a problem with Dalton being here.”
“Excuse me, but this is my house. I’m sure if she had a problem with it, she would have suggested the three of you meet with her someplace else,” Dalton said.
“No need to get touchy. I was just asking since the two of you don’t get along,” Caden responded, stretching his legs out in front of him.
At that moment, an image of how well he and Jules got along entered Dalton’s mind...right along with an image of how she’d looked when he’d last seen her. She’d been naked in her bed. Her skin had felt warm beneath his fingertips, and her parted lips had just whispered his name.
He stood and began pacing, almost bumping into Jace a couple of times. “Will one of you sit down?” Caden demanded, frowning. “You’re making me dizzy.”
Dalton glared at his brother. “It’s my floor. I have the right to wear out the carpet if I want to.”
Jace lifted a brow. “And why are you wearing out the carpet?”
“Yes, Dalton, why are you?” Caden asked, too. “You seem kind of nervous about something. Is the fact Jules is coming over making you twitchy for some reason?”
That got Shana’s attention. Although she didn’t say anything, she stared at him in a way that made a prickling sensation spread over his skin. “I am not nervous. I just have a lot on my mind.”
“Don’t we all,” Jace said, giving up the floor to slide onto the sofa next to his wife. “I keep thinking about everything Bruce said earlier. And Marcel brought up some good points. We can’t target just one person. Everyone is a suspect. Right now the only people we can really trust at Granger are each other.”