Secrets and Sins:Raphael(15)

"Sure thing, Rafe." Her curious gaze darted from him, to Greer, then back to him.

Movement in his peripheral vision snagged his attention.

Two men rose from the chairs in the waiting area. The taller one with  dark-brown hair and wearing a suit as if his DNA had been genetically  engineered to wear it, Rafe recognized. Greer's brother, Ethan Addison.  The other man, a blond several inches shorter than Ethan and a shade  less formal in a sports jacket and pants, Rafe didn't know. But from the  death glare the blond aimed in Rafe's direction, he wondered if maybe  he'd stolen his lunch money when they were kids … or if Rafe had knocked  up his sister, too.

"Greer? Is everything okay?" the shorter man asked, skirting the  magazine-covered coffee table and heading in their direction. "Are you  okay?"

"I'm fine, Noah," she said, and though Rafe stood behind her, he could  hear the smile in her voice. Could also detect the forced cheerfulness.  The woman couldn't lie worth a damn. And apparently Noah-whoever he  was-picked up on it as well.

"What's wrong?" he asked, frowning as he took her hands in his, Ethan  hot on his heels. Rafe didn't pay her brother a bit of attention. The  grabby Ryan Phillippe wannabe, though? He had Rafe's total focus as if  he'd paid shipping and handling for it. What were they to each other  that he felt comfortable touching and comforting her? And that she let  him? "Don't give me that ‘I'm fine' line. I can tell something's up."                       
       
           



       

"Nothing." She sighed and gently tugged her hands from his grasp. And the hot band across Rafe's chest loosened.

"Give her room to breathe, Noah," Ethan softly admonished. Turning to  Rafe, he extended his arm. "Mr. Marcel," he greeted with a chilly  politeness.

Rafe shook his hand, not blaming him for the cool reception. He'd  promised the other man he'd return his sister home safe and sound. Not  only had Rafe dropped her off to a crime scene but, according to what  Ethan believed, pregnant. His control was admirable considering that  under the same circumstances, Rafe would've planted his fist in the face  of the son of a bitch who did that to his sister.

He nodded. "Nice to see you again." He switched his regard to Noah. "And you are?"

A heavy, tension-filled pause and then, "Noah Granger." He didn't offer his hand.

"Noah's my best friend, Raphael. Noah, Raphael Marcel." Greer made the  introduction with more than a little bit of exasperation. Whether it was  directed at him or her friend, he couldn't tell. Considering how their  earlier meeting had gone, most likely him. "Ethan, Noah, I promise I'm  okay. I told Raphael about the-the incidents, and he's agreed to … to … "  She glanced over her shoulder at him, a quiet pleading in her eyes. He  sighed, took pity on her.

"She's moving in with me."

The plea transformed into an eat-shit-and-die glare. Of course he  doubted Little Miss Perfect would've phrased it like that, but her  fierce glower definitely telegraphed up yours. And here he was only  trying to help her out.

"What did you say?" Noah snapped. His eyebrows arrowed down in a deep  vee, his lips forming a sneer. "What the hell is he talking about,  Greer?"

"Noah, please," she hissed. "We're in a place of business. Could you try to keep your voice down?"

Rafe glanced over at Sara, who didn't even pretend she wasn't  listening-and wasn't captivated by the drama. One thing about their  firm, the employees were like an extended family. And that included  cracking one another's balls and being in one another's business.

"Fine," Noah bit out but at a lower volume. "What the hell is he talking about?" he repeated.

"He's talking about her living with him while he tracks down the asshole who's been stalking her," Rafe drawled.

She tossed him another dirty look. "You. Are. Not. Helping."

He heaved an aggrieved sigh and threw up his hands. Behind him Sara snickered.

"You can't be serious." Again Noah grabbed her hands, lightly shaking  them. Frowning, Rafe shifted closer behind her. "Honey, I know you're  scared. I get that. But this? Staying with someone you barely know? This  is crazy."

"I can't stay with Ethan any longer. I brought a nutcase straight to his door, potentially putting him and Jason in danger-"

"You know I don't care about that, sweetie," Ethan said softly. "Neither does Jason. You don't have to leave."

"I know. And I love you for not caring about it. But I do. And Raphael's  the best choice. Security, protecting people-it's what he does. And I'm  pregnant. I don't have only myself to consider any longer."

Rafe remained quiet as she repeated almost verbatim the reasons he'd  lobbed at her in his office. Truth rang in her rationalization, and if  he hadn't had a front-row seat to her initial vehement objections, he  would've believed the live-in solution had been her idea.

"You know you can stay with me," Noah insisted. "Endangering Ethan  wouldn't be an issue, and you wouldn't have to live with a stranger.  You've just gotten out of the hospital. You need to be around people you  trust, who can care for you-"

Shock jolted him. Something close to panic chased it like a lovesick  girl on a school playground. Hospital? She hadn't said anything about  being in the hospital. "When were you admitted? The baby?" Was that  dread curdling his gut like sour milk? Don't get too attached. Might not  be your kid. And even if it is, she's going to jump ship so fast,  taking the baby with her, you won't even see the dust. Keep your  distance. Right, right. Got it …  "Are you two okay?"

She squeezed her forehead between her thumb and fingers. "Yes. I went to  the emergency room last night because of a bad migraine. The baby's  fine."

"And you need to reschedule your appointment from this morning as soon  as possible. You need someone by your side who cares for you and the  baby," Noah insisted, recapturing her hand.                       
       
           



       

"Noah, please. I know." She extricated herself from his grasp, and once more that note of weariness crept into her voice.

"Back off," Rafe wanted to growl at her friend. Couldn't he see the  strain his objections placed on her? Objections that smacked of more  than a protective streak. The oversolicitous attention. The way he  stared at her as if a bomb could go off in the building and he wouldn't  notice the slightest tremor. The resentful anger directed at Rafe. It  all smacked of more than simple friendship. At least on Noah's part.  "Listen, Noah, I appreciate your offer. I really do, but … "

"I agree with Greer," Ethan chimed in, saving her from rejecting her  best friend. "In this case, Mr. Marcel is the best choice. His field is  security, and just as importantly, he's the baby's father. It's his  right to protect his child."

"We don't know that for sure" hovered on the tip of Raphael's tongue.  But the protest stayed there. Maybe because he didn't want to give Noah  the satisfaction. Maybe because it was none of Noah's or Ethan's  business.

Maybe because uttering the words would've seemed like a betrayal to Greer.

Which was ridiculous. Still … he kept quiet.

And when the tension seeped from her body, he was grateful that once in  his life he'd followed his friends' instructions and shut the hell up.

"Why am I not surprised you are in the thick of whatever is going on out here?"

Rafe turned at the wry question. Chayot Grey, one of his three best  friends and co-owner of their firm, stood in front of Sara's desk. In  spite of his sarcasm, he really didn't appear shocked or concerned about  finding Rafe in the lobby area with three strangers. Not that he was  prone to drama, especially in the office, but of Gabriel Devlin,  Malachim Jerrod, Chay, and himself, Rafe was the one voted Most Likely  to Be on the Receiving End of a Shotgun. No one knew the ins and outs of  him like Gabe, Mal, and Chay.

The four men had been friends since birth-literally. Their mothers-Ana  Devlin, Pam Jerrod, Evelyn Grey Sheldon, and Sharon Marcel-had met and  befriended one another at Boston Children's Hospital during workshops  and prenatal appointments for their high-risk pregnancies. Despite their  different social and economic backgrounds, they remained close. The  sons they considered miracles and named after angels had inherited that  friendship.

And the bond had been cemented in terror, secrets, and murder.

Twenty years ago, Chay had killed his mother's boyfriend at the time,  Richard Pierce, in self-defense. Rafe, Mal, and Gabe had helped cover up  the crime, then sworn to never reveal their secret. The police wouldn't  have believed the wealthy businessman had tried to rape Chay.