Page 45 of Training Rain
Chapter 8
He hadn’t beento Louisiana in several years. His parents lived less than a hundred miles from where they were. He hoped he could keep the promise he’d made to his uncle and go see them. The notion of bringing Rain to meet his folks appealed to him. In fact, it was such a normal thing he didn’t know how his mother would react. He’d never brought a woman home to meet them.
Will drove down the long, private road and pulled to a stop in front of his place. Whitewashed with black trim, it was small but not neglected. He paid a caretaker to come in and keep the place up and it looked as if his money was well spent. The grass was mowed and the shrubs trimmed. At least on the outside the house looked neat.
Donnelly was still out. Will went around the car, let Yas out and tossed their prisoner over his shoulder. Jess went ahead and used the key he kept in a planter to open the door.
The inside was also neat with only a thin layer of dust.
Rain looked around, running her hands along the dining table and peering in the small kitchen.
Will dropped Donnelly on the couch. “He’ll wake up soon and you can do your thing, Jess.”
Jess winced and looked at Rain, but she didn’t seem to have heard the comment.
Then she turned, her gaze locked with his. “What thing?”
Will said, “What thing? Jess is the best mind bender in the business.”
“Mind bending?”
Jess said, “It’s a way of getting information from people.”
“Talk about understatements,” Will said.
“Will…”
Will laughed and went to the door. “I’ll check on Yas and make sure we’re alone.”
She watched him with those piercing dark eyes. “This is your house too? How many houses do you own?”
Had she dropped the other subject? Relief washed over him. He should have told her sooner, but maybe it would be okay. “A few. None of which I ever spend any time in.”
“No TV. There was no TV in New Orleans either.”
“I never watch. I get enough current events on the job. On the rare occasion I get to relax, I don’t want to know what’s happening in the world. It’s never good news.” Why was she asking so many questions? Will was outside, the prisoner was unconscious, they had time and he just wanted to touch her. Well, maybe that’s not all he wanted.
She skirted the outside of the room. It was really only a living room and kitchen but in one big room. Down a hall to the left of the front door were three bedrooms and a bathroom.
“What are you going to do with him?”
“Why are you all the way on the other side of the room?”
“Because I don’t trust myself to get too close to you.”
His heart pounded. “I’m not sure what that means. Are you backing away from me, Rain?”
“No. I’m out of my mind. I should regret all the things I’ve done in the past two days. I killed. I should be remorseful.”
“And?”
“And all I can think about is how I want to be in your arms. I don’t feel bad that I took a life.”
“He would have killed you.” He moved toward her, around the couch and cornered her in the kitchen.
“I know. He would have killed us all if he’d had the opportunity. Maybe you were right.”
“About what?”
