Drake Sisters 04 - Dangerous Tides

Tears poured down Elle's face. "I couldn't find you. I tried, Libby, but I couldn't find you."

    "I'm okay, baby. Ssh . It's all right. We're both all right." Libby soothed her. "This isn't your fault, Elle."

    Sarah slammed the car door and ran to her sisters, her arms around both of them. "We were so afraid, Libby. We even tried reading the mosaic, but we couldn't find you."

    A second vehicle pulled up behind the Drakes' and Jackson emerged. "You two all right?" His sharp glance raked them both, then settled on Elle's tear-stained face.

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    Tyson nodded. "Someone tampered with my motorcycle and earlier they were watching us at my house." He turned to Libby. "You go on home with your sisters and I'll stay here with Jackson."

    "Are you certain?" Libby asked. "I should take a look at your arm first."

    "It's nothing, a scratch. Go on home and let me take care of this."

    Jackson pulled his gaze away from Elle to study Tyson. "Go on, Libby. I can take your statement later."

    Tyson leaned down to brush a kiss across Libby's mouth. "I'll see you first thing tomorrow."

    "If you're certain," Libby said. She followed her sisters to the car.

    "What is it?" Jackson asked.

    Tyson met the deputy's eyes with a long, level look, allowing him to glimpse the pent-up rage looking for a way to break free. "I took Libby to the house I just purchased. We were up there for a while and she became certain someone was watching us through the front glass. The property is fenced in and gated. I thought we were safe, although I don't have a security system in place. I dropped Libby's jacket outside on the walkway and when I went to get it so we could leave, I found it ripped to shreds. The cuts were too clean to have been made with anything but a knife. I'm telling you straight up, Jackson, you'd better find the son of a bitch before I do."

    Jackson ignored the threat. "Do you think these attempts are directed at you? Or is this about her?"

    Tyson shrugged, looked down to see his fists were clenched and made an attempt to open his hands. "I don't have a clue which one of us. I'm in love with her and maybe that's drawn her into danger. I just don't know." He raked his fingers through his hair in agitation. "There were a couple of men in my garage earlier this evening who chased Libby into the house. They had access to my motorcycle as did whoever was at the new house tonight."

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    Jackson nodded, careful to take down the details. He glanced at the Drake car as Sarah pulled a U-turn and came up along side of them. She leaned out the window.

    "Libby's worried about Ty. She wants him to come by the house and let her clean his arm. She says he'll get an infection if he doesn't take care of it."

    Tyson stepped up to the car on the passenger side so he could put his head inside and kiss Libby again.
    "Sam's good with scrapes, Libby. I want you home and safe now. Get moving." He glanced up and down the highway as if he might spot a threat to her.

    Libby didn't want to cling to him so she forced a smile. "Great, you're already trying to get rid of me. I'll see you soon."

    Tyson nodded and stepped away from the car.

    Libby sank back into her seat with a small frown. "I missed something important, something he doesn't want me to know about. I have a feeling it has something to do with my leather jacket."

    "You're wearing his." Sarah glanced at her.

    Libby nodded. "I dropped mine outside his house. He owns this absolutely beautiful house and we were going in and I dropped the jacket on the walkway. When we left the house, I was running, so I didn't notice it until we were driving out. I just caught a glimpse but it seemed to be in pieces."

    "Pieces?" Elle echoed.

    "I think it may have been."

    Sarah's gaze jumped to the mirror to meet Elle's vivid green eyes. "I don't like this at all, Lib. We all felt the danger to you. It was incredibly strong this time."

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    "More to the point it was sharp and spiteful. Very directed."

    "At me? Or Ty?" Libby swiveled around in the seat to look at her youngest sister.

    Elle shrugged. "I don't know. It felt like you, but I'm tied to you. I couldn't tell. And how in the world would they know you'd even get on his motorcycle?"

    Sarah sniffed. "Most people would never