Just A Hint - Clint. Lori Foster

cabin. She’d have to talk about it sooner or later, if for no other reason than to clear away the demons.

      He wanted her to confide in him.

      The urge to reassure her, to comfort her, was strong. But he was only the man hired to retrieve her, not her confessor, not her lover.

      Not her fiancé.

      Then again, Julie Rose didn’t need to share details for them to understand. They’d done more than one rescue, and each of them could visualize what she’d been through, how the bastards had mistreated her.

      She said she hadn’t been raped, and Clint hoped like hell that was true. But sometimes women denied it out of a sense of unwarranted shame. If Julie Rose had been sexually abused, then all bets were off. He didn’t care that his role in her life ended the minute he turned her back over to Robert. No way would he let it end without first finding all four of them again—and gaining his own retribution.

      He made a sudden decision and didn’t give himself a chance to reconsider. “Julie Rose, we can do one of two things here.”

      Her eyes were huge and watchful. An anticipatory stillness settled over Mojo and Red.

      “We can call your fiancé and drive straight through. The two of you can decide what you want to do.”

      Red snorted and Mojo stirred restlessly.

      Personally, Clint hated that idea, too, so he offered the next solution before she could give the first much thought. “Or we can stop for the night, and you can tell me anything you remember about those bastards. It’s possible Red, Mojo, and I can figure out why you were taken, and who was behind it.”

      Julie bit her lip. Her chest rose and fell with deep, uneven breaths. “You’ll keep me safe?”

      “You have my word.”

      She nodded, rubbed at her tired eyes. “Let’s stop for the night, please.”