She just hoped the dog was okay. Right now, she was going to focus on that and not Axel O’Sullivan or his haunted blue eyes, big callused hands and the groans he made when he came.
Nope, not thinking about any of that right now.
*
“What do you think we should name the dog?” Hadley asked as she finished brushing through the fur of the mixed-breed puppy. She guessed the puppy was part Shih Tzu and something else. “We need to call her something. At least until we find out if she has an owner or not,” she added when Skye didn’t respond.
At least the puppy hadn’t been injured as far as she could tell. And she was also fairly young, maybe a year old, with good teeth. Hadley couldn’t be sure about the age, but it was right around the time some people who had dogs decided that they weren’t so cute anymore and got rid of them. Usually because they hadn’t taken the time to train them correctly.
“I don’t know,” Skye said. “I don’t know anything about dogs.”
“Well she certainly likes you.” Hadley ran a brush over the mutt’s fur. It had taken an hour and a half to cut her filthy, matted fur off, then rinse her off and give her a thorough washing. And then she’d had to dry her—which the puppy hadn’t liked—and now Hadley was simply brushing her short, soft fur.
But the puppy kept wiggling, making little whining noises as she looked at Skye who was sitting cross-legged against the opposite wall in the bathroom, watching the tiny ball of fur warily. “I don’t know about that,” Skye muttered.
“Oh yeah?” Hadley let go of the cute animal and she immediately raced at Skye, jumping into her lap and licking her face.
Skye scrunched her nose slightly but nuzzled the dog just the same. “At least you smell good now.”
“I like the name Princess,” Hadley said, mainly because they just needed to call her something.
“Gross. No.” Skye shook her head.
“Okay, what name do you like?”
“I can’t name this thing. Then it will never leave me alone,” she said even as she started rubbing the dog’s belly.
“Okay then how about Queenie?” Hadley held back her laughter, knowing that Skye would absolutely hate the name.
“Man, you stink at this. I’m going to call her C-4.”
“Wait…what?”
“C-4. It’s my favorite type of explosive.”
Hadley started to laugh, but stopped when she realized Skye was serious. “You can’t name a dog that.”
“Why not?”
“Seriously?”
“You told me to name her.” Skye pushed to her feet, taking the puppy with her. “Should we feed her or something? Is there even any food here?”
“Yeah, there’s a bunch of dog stuff in one of the pantries here. I think my dad used to have a dog. Or maybe one of the ranch hands. We should also take her outside and see if she has to go to the bathroom.”
Skye nodded and continued carrying the puppy, who was soaking up all the attention. Skye seemed to like the affection too, which Hadley found interesting. “I’ll take her out back if you want to get some food ready?” Skye said as they reached the expansive kitchen.
“Sounds good.” Hadley was really curious what her brother was doing with Axel and Gage—the hacker had shown up at the ranch right around the same time they’d arrived. She knew they must be going over whatever information Axel had, but she wished she was part of it. Brooks had sort of railroaded her and told her that he’d tell her everything later.
Which felt a lot like a lie. As if he was trying to appease her so he could only give her certain information. If someone wanted her kidnapped and whatever else, she had a right to know all the details. But she was still digesting everything about Axel and simply didn’t have the energy to push back too hard against her brother.
She found dog bowls that were much too big for C-4—and holy crazy they couldn’t actually name the dog that—and put a little puppy chow in one and water in the other. She even found a bed that was much too huge, but it would do for tonight. By the time she finished setting everything up, Skye strode back in, the puppy at her feet and her phone in her hand.
She half-smiled, clearly distracted when she saw Hadley. “C-4 did her business and I need to meet up with your brother. What room are you planning to stay in?”
“The one I always stay in.” Brooks had made it clear that the room on the second floor he’d designated as hers was only hers. It was huge, nearly double the size of the room at her house, had a walk-in closet with clothes in her size and had clearly been professionally decorated. He’d recently added a framed photo of the two of them to one of the dressers.
“Oh, right. Okay. Then it wouldn’t hurt for you to get some rest. You’ve had a long day.”
“That’s all you’re gonna give me?”
“Sorry, hon.” Skye scooped up the puppy. “There are some things I won’t go over your brother on. He’ll let you know what we’ve found in the morning, though, I promise.” Hadley started to argue, but Skye added, “I’ll text you later what room Axel is in.”
“Why would I even care?”
Skye simply laughed. “You can do what you want with the information.”
“Did you want me to keep the puppy?”
“Nah…I’ll probably just take her bed into our bedroom.” She motioned to the doggie bed Hadley had pulled out. “If she whines I just take her out to poop or whatever, right?”
“Yeah. Just let me know if you want me to take over. I don’t mind.”
“Nah, I think I’ve got this.”
If that dog didn’t have an owner, Hadley was pretty sure she’d just found one.
Hadley made her way to her bedroom, the one her father and Brooks had proudly showed her when they’d first invited her here. They’d been so adorable and nervous. Her dad didn’t actually live in the main house—which Hadley was pretty certain would be considered a mansion—but on another smaller home on the property.
Which reminded her, she needed to call him. She was pretty certain Brooks had already told him everything so she wanted to check in with him. By the time she reached her room, her phone buzzed.
It was from Skye. He’s on the first floor in the room with the cowboy stuff. Northwest corner of the house.
There was certainly no doubt who “he” referred to. And Hadley knew which room Skye was talking about too. She’d gotten the grand tour months ago and that room was pretty much on the opposite side of where hers was. Damn, Brooks wasn’t messing around.
But…he also didn’t get to tell her what to do. She made her own decisions, and the truth was, she wanted to see Axel. Wanted some answers. And maybe…something else. But she wasn’t going to think about that now.
First, she needed a shower to wash the dog smell off her. Then, she was going to hunt Axel down. Whatever happened between them after that, happened.
Chapter 12
—Old ways won’t open new doors.—
Hadley stood in front of Axel’s doorway for a long moment, contemplating the sanity of her decision. What the heck was she even doing here? Okay, who was she kidding? She knew exactly what she was doing.
She was drawn to him in a way she didn’t completely understand, but she also wasn’t going to fight it too much. Not until she heard more from him about his history. Because he’d held back at her place when talking to everyone. Now they’d be alone without her big brother to interfere.
Finally, she lifted her hand to knock lightly but the door swung open. She nearly stepped back at the sight of him, all broad-shouldered and ridiculously sexy. “Hey,” she murmured, feeling awkward.
“I’ve been wondering how long it would take you to knock or if you were going to leave.” His expression was neutral and she hated that.
She wrapped her arms around herself. “How did you know I was out here?”
He pointed down. “Saw the shadow of your feet. And I assumed it was you.” He stepped back to let her enter.
Fighting the nerves dancing in her belly, she stepped into the nicely furnished bedroom, unsure exactly where to start.
“How’s the dog?” he asked.