Drake Sisters 04 - Dangerous Tides

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    funeral."

    "I put in a call to him first on another matter, Sam. He knows I want to talk to him, but I'll avoid him until I calm down." Tyson glanced at his watch. "Aren't you late for your date?"

    "Damn, she's going to be angry." Sam struggled to sound upbeat, abandoning his argument with Tyson.
    When Ty dug in his heels there was no swaying him. "Since you're not going with me to foot tonight's bill, and you're getting all sappy on me, I could use some cash. Do you have any on you?"

    "I thought you said you just pulled out a huge stash and put it in the upstairs office just for incidentals.
    Use that."

    "I didn't pull out enough for a date."

    Ty patted his pockets with a small frown. "I think I left my wallet upstairs. I have no idea what's in it, but you should have plenty in your account if I don't have enough cash on me."

    "I think I'm overdrawn. I haven't had a chance to make any deposits with everything going on."

    Tyson shrugged. "Just use the family account then." He turned away from Sam on the pretext of getting back to work, but he was furious that Edward Martinelli had virtually threatened his cousin. Sam might not want him to get involved, but he was definitely going to be sorting out the problem. Martinelli had endangered the two people in the world that mattered to Tyson—Sam and Libby.

    He had no idea why Libby had always been so important to him, but since the moment he'd first laid eyes on her, she'd always been there, at the back of his mind, not dominating his thoughts, but never forgotten.

    It had been like that for him since the day he'd seen her with the accident victim at Harvard. Before that, he'd been happy enough to just watch her, see the expressions chasing across her face, listen to the sound of her laughter. Libby Drake was meant for him. She didn't even know how much a part of his life she'd become.

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    "YOU can't see her," Sarah said, her voice low but firm. She planted herself squarely in the doorway to prevent Tyson from getting around her.

    Ty glared at her, not in the least intimidated by the oldest Drake sister. Their clash had become a daily ritual. "I'm beginning to think you're holding her prisoner in this house. I want to see her with my own eyes to make certain she's all right."

    "Has it occurred to you that she might not want to see you?" Sarah asked bluntly.

    "I have no idea why you're being so hostile." He itched to shake the woman. She just stood there studying him as if he were a foul smelling bug under a microscope. He had always enjoyed watching the Drake sisters together, but now he just wanted the eldest to disappear. He let his breath out slowly and changed tactics. "I only want to see her for a few minutes just to make certain she's all right. I'm not kidnapping her." He'd considered it just to get her away from her family.

    Sarah raised her eyebrow. "It must have crossed your mind if you think you have to assure me you aren't here to kidnap my sister."

    "Why are you so hostile?" Tyson repeated. "I'm not exactly a stranger to you."

    "The gate was locked. How did you get here?"

    He rolled his eyes, sick of the delays and her obstinacy. He had no patience for what he considered total idiocy. It was difficult enough to work on the niceties without having to put up with Sarah Drake's obstinacy. He detested having to be socially correct just to get past the door to see Libby—and the more difficult they made it for him, the more he dug in his heels, determined to visit her.

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    and rock climbing. I doubt if your little gate or fence would stop me."

    Sarah stared at him as if he'd grown two heads. "The padlock was on the ground?"

    He clenched his teeth. "You aren't slow-witted are you? Because if you are, I'll speak more distinctly and enunciate every word."

    Her gaze narrowed. "If you're trying to be funny, you aren't succeeding."

    "I want to see Libby now." He tried not to sound belligerent, but his tone made even him flinch. He was definitely at the end of what little patience he possessed.

    Movement behind Sarah caught his eye and he stepped closer,