Men Of Honour. Lori Foster
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don’t think I know anyone with those types of skills.”
“You didn’t think you knew anyone who would have you shanghaied to Mexico, either, right?”
Expression tight, she said, “Which is why I’m happy to defer to your expertise.”
Chris stared at her with new respect. A lot of people quailed under Dare’s intense manner, but the way Molly said that was patronizing as hell.
No quailing for her.
“The thing is,” Molly continued, “I need something more respectable to wear, especially if we’re going to be four hours on the road. And it’s not a complaint, but it’s downright cold here in Kentucky, and in Ohio, too. I’ll need some warmer things.”
Dare looked over her casual clothes and agreed. “I suppose you do.”
“I think she looks comfortable,” Chris said. “Sort of sloppy-cute.”
“That’s because you have the fashion sense of a goat.”
Glad that he’d led Dare into that one, Chris said, “So you don’t think she’s cute?”
“Excuse me?” Molly looked at each of them with clear censure. “Do you think we could use your account to do some online shopping? I know my credit-card numbers and can charge it to myself but have it delivered here overnight. I don’t need much, because once we get to my apartment, I can grab my own things.”
“Shouldn’t be a problem,” Chris said before Dare could. “I’ll take care of it for you.”
“Oh, no.” Opposed to that idea, she shook her head. “You were ready to go to bed. Really, I can do it.”
But Chris was already back on the computer. “Do you have a favorite place to shop and an idea of what you want? We can get it done right now.”
Dare didn’t hide his exasperation. “I wanted to talk to her about her disgruntled readers.”
“I multitask, as you know. Once she tells me what she wants, I can take care of most of it.” He went back to the computer. “Where do you shop?”
Deflated and probably overwhelmed, Molly gave in and told him.
Dare set her plate and a tall glass of water in front of her. “Eat up. And be sure to stay hydrated.” Ever so briefly, he touched her cheek. “I know you feel better, but you aren’t fully recovered yet.”
She smiled, then inhaled the fragrance of real food. “It smells fantastic.”
“Told you he was a good cook,” Chris said, amused by that telling exchange. “Okay, got it. Where to first? Slacks, tops, dresses or jeans? I’d put an outfit together for you, but as Dare already told you, I’m a fashion disaster. So, what are you thinking?”
Molly gave him direction in between eating.
Dare kept nudging the water at her until she drank half the glass.
Pulling up certain brands she’d suggested, Chris found that she was very easy to please. With little fanfare she chose dark designer jeans, black ankle boots, a simple white blouse and a thick charcoal pullover sweater with a self-tie belt.
“Here’s a nice corduroy blazer that’d go with it. What do you think?”
“That’ll work, but get it a size larger so it’ll fit over the sweater. Maybe a scarf, too?”
“Not a problem.” When he was ready to check her out, she came over and, leaning around him, typed in her credit-card numbers.
“To stay on the safe side, I’ll have it delivered to our post-office box in town. But don’t worry. I can go pick it up as soon as it arrives.”
“You make an amazing assistant.”
Dare gave a rude sound over that. “He’s a pain in the ass, but I tolerate him.”
Grinning, Chris turned on the stool toward him. “I’d like to say that you’d be lost without me, but that would be a lie. However, I know for a fact that I make your life more comfortable.”
Lifting his glass, Dare saluted him. “Yeah, I’ll give you that one.”
Chris accepted his due with a nod. To Molly, he said, “Dare has many areas of expertise, only one of them being organization and a certain finesse at details. But I excel at comfort—my own and others’.”
Molly smiled. “Comfort is high on my list of priorities, too. It’s one reason I’m a writer. I can write from my own home, in my jammies, drinking hot cocoa and listening to the music of my choice.”
“A dream job. If only I had the talent to write …”
“But you don’t, so you’re stuck with me.” Dare focused on Molly. “Tell me why you think a reader could be responsible for your abduction.”
She waved off his question. “I didn’t really mean that. I was just being snarky.”
They both waited for an explanation of that.
She pushed away her mostly empty plate. “Well, the thing is, my last book garnered a lot of controversy. There was a vocal group of readers who really …” She looked from Dare to Chris, and shrugged. “They were really pissed off with a certain twist in the plot.”
“How do you know?” Chris asked.
“Trust me, readers make sure you know when you’ve let them down.”
Chris noticed that she didn’t look overly hurt by that.
“They reach authors through online reviews, emails, written letters. And that’s a good thing, just not so fun when there’s so much of the negative stuff.”
Dare sat back in his seat. “How’d the book do with all that reader disgruntlement?”
“Great, actually.” In an effort to explain to them, she leaned forward, elbows on the stone bar. “With every book, there are good reviews and bad reviews, rants and raves, readers who love it and readers who hate it, and a whole bunch of reactions that are in between those extremes. You know the old saying where you can’t please all the people all the time. The same goes for reviewers and readers.”
Dare didn’t look convinced. “So it wasn’t a big deal?”
“Well, it was a big deal to me, at least in some ways. Given the level of anger over it, I’m sure I lost some longstanding readers. No matter what, I hate to disappoint anyone, but I especially hate to let down loyal readers who’ve been reading me from the beginning.”
“Bummer,” Chris said.
“But …” She lifted her shoulders. “I also gained new readers and expanded my audience. Truth is, if I had it to do over again, I’d do it exactly the same way, because I have to write a story the way it wants to be written, not the way readers want me to. That’s how my muse works. If I fought that natural process, I’d probably never get a book done, and I probably wouldn’t be as successful.”
Still not entirely sure he understood, Chris told her, “Good for you.”
“The level of anger you mentioned,” Dare said, bringing the conversation back around to possible suspects. “Give me an example.”
A little embarrassed now, she glanced away. “There were threats, with people wanting to beat me up, people wishing terrible things would happen to me. But most of it was posted online for all the world to see, so I can’t imagine that anyone was serious. They were just letting off steam. In a way, it’s really a compliment.”
Chris stared at her. “How the hell do you figure that?”
“If the reader wasn’t so invested in my characters, it wouldn’t matter enough to get angry over it. Right?”
“If you say