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to be a pain in her ass, too. Janie was used to kind, loving parents, not hard-nosed, dominant men. Even though she wasn’t as feisty as Brooke, Wolf knew that she would eventually get sick of three grown men giving her orders even if they were given for her own safety and care.
The cab slowed, turned into the drive, and finally stopped before the house he shared with his brothers. Just as he had imagined them, Wolf saw Seton and Lander waiting for them on the veranda and sipping from mugs. Seton glanced up and searched the car for their woman. When Seton’s gaze alighted onto Janie asleep against him and her swollen, bruised face, Wolf saw his brother’s body grow taut with fury. He knew his brother too well not to know that blank mask on his face was a precursor to rage, as was the tightly clenched jaw and flexing fists. Seton leapt off the top of the porch and strode determinedly to the cab.
Wolf wasn’t surprised when the door to the vehicle was opened quietly, because even though his brother was in a rage over the condition of their woman, he very rarely let himself lose command. Seton was a control freak of the first order, and no one had ever been able to make him lose that famous control. Even though he and his brothers had argued over the years, Seton had never ever lost his cool. His voice would go quiet and his eyes would ice over, but never had Wolf heard his older brother raise his voice. Wolf wondered if he would ever let go of that tight restraint he always held himself in.
Seton drew in a ragged breath and lifted his eyes to Wolf’s.
“Don’t wake her. Bring her into the house,” Seton commanded quietly.
Maneuvering Janie carefully, so as not to wake her or jolt her bruised body, he eased her up into the cradle of his arms and slid out of the cab. Lander had followed Seton out to the car, and his younger brother paid off the cab driver before leading the way up the steps to the door. Without saying a word, Wolf passed Lander by and continued down the hall, being careful his precious bundle came nowhere near the doors or the walls.
The covers had been pulled back, ready for her, and Wolf placed her on the bed and removed the socks one of the nurses had given to Janie to keep her feet warm. When he tried to pull away from her, she whimpered in her sleep and clung to his neck. Gently, he pried her arms from him and covered her with the quilt. With a last look down at her, he brushed the hair back from her face, lightly kissed her forehead, and turned away. Lander and Seton were standing just inside the door to her room, watching with frowns marring their features.
Wolf led the way out to the kitchen and reached for the coffeepot. He was about to get an inquisition and wanted to be alert to answer all his brothers’ questions. After being in the hospital with Janie, he knew some of the answers but not all of them. Turning to the table, he took a seat, and no sooner had his ass hit the chair than Seton pounced.
“What was done to her? What was she given? Was she raped? Does she remember anything?”
“One question at a time, Seton. I don’t know much more than you do at the moment, but I can tell you Janie wasn’t sexually abused, at least not to the extent that would show up in the examination the doctor gave her. She has bruises all over her face, as you saw, and her eyes are swollen shut. Her ribs, stomach, legs, and arms are all bruised.”
“What about the drug?” Lander asked.
“The drug in her system was morphine, but only enough to keep her out of it, not enough to harm her,” Wolf answered. “I don’t know what they did to her other than beat on her. She may not remember anything, or her recollection might be hazy.”
“She hasn’t said anything?” Seton demanded.
“She woke up this morning crying and whimpering in her sleep, but when I asked about her dream she said she couldn’t remember.”
“Fuck, I hate this,” Seton stated icily. “If we hadn’t let her go,
The cab slowed, turned into the drive, and finally stopped before the house he shared with his brothers. Just as he had imagined them, Wolf saw Seton and Lander waiting for them on the veranda and sipping from mugs. Seton glanced up and searched the car for their woman. When Seton’s gaze alighted onto Janie asleep against him and her swollen, bruised face, Wolf saw his brother’s body grow taut with fury. He knew his brother too well not to know that blank mask on his face was a precursor to rage, as was the tightly clenched jaw and flexing fists. Seton leapt off the top of the porch and strode determinedly to the cab.
Wolf wasn’t surprised when the door to the vehicle was opened quietly, because even though his brother was in a rage over the condition of their woman, he very rarely let himself lose command. Seton was a control freak of the first order, and no one had ever been able to make him lose that famous control. Even though he and his brothers had argued over the years, Seton had never ever lost his cool. His voice would go quiet and his eyes would ice over, but never had Wolf heard his older brother raise his voice. Wolf wondered if he would ever let go of that tight restraint he always held himself in.
Seton drew in a ragged breath and lifted his eyes to Wolf’s.
“Don’t wake her. Bring her into the house,” Seton commanded quietly.
Maneuvering Janie carefully, so as not to wake her or jolt her bruised body, he eased her up into the cradle of his arms and slid out of the cab. Lander had followed Seton out to the car, and his younger brother paid off the cab driver before leading the way up the steps to the door. Without saying a word, Wolf passed Lander by and continued down the hall, being careful his precious bundle came nowhere near the doors or the walls.
The covers had been pulled back, ready for her, and Wolf placed her on the bed and removed the socks one of the nurses had given to Janie to keep her feet warm. When he tried to pull away from her, she whimpered in her sleep and clung to his neck. Gently, he pried her arms from him and covered her with the quilt. With a last look down at her, he brushed the hair back from her face, lightly kissed her forehead, and turned away. Lander and Seton were standing just inside the door to her room, watching with frowns marring their features.
Wolf led the way out to the kitchen and reached for the coffeepot. He was about to get an inquisition and wanted to be alert to answer all his brothers’ questions. After being in the hospital with Janie, he knew some of the answers but not all of them. Turning to the table, he took a seat, and no sooner had his ass hit the chair than Seton pounced.
“What was done to her? What was she given? Was she raped? Does she remember anything?”
“One question at a time, Seton. I don’t know much more than you do at the moment, but I can tell you Janie wasn’t sexually abused, at least not to the extent that would show up in the examination the doctor gave her. She has bruises all over her face, as you saw, and her eyes are swollen shut. Her ribs, stomach, legs, and arms are all bruised.”
“What about the drug?” Lander asked.
“The drug in her system was morphine, but only enough to keep her out of it, not enough to harm her,” Wolf answered. “I don’t know what they did to her other than beat on her. She may not remember anything, or her recollection might be hazy.”
“She hasn’t said anything?” Seton demanded.
“She woke up this morning crying and whimpering in her sleep, but when I asked about her dream she said she couldn’t remember.”
“Fuck, I hate this,” Seton stated icily. “If we hadn’t let her go,
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