Free Enemy Outside (Unseen Enemy Book 2) by Marysol James

food.”
    “So, do that, Dallas.” Her eyes were warm. “I know that you’re working now. I do. I get that you’re on the clock and on alert… but you still need to eat. Right?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Just like I’ll feed Griff and Selena breakfast in the morning… at least fresh coffee if they won’t take anything else.” She shrugged. “It’s just courtesy, Dallas. I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t try to take care of all of you even just a little bit.”
    He studied her, and knew that she was telling him the truth. She may be rich as hell now, but she hadn’t been raised that way. He knew that she was uncomfortable with having all of them in her space like this and no way she was going to ignore them, or treat them like they were ‘little people’ hired to do a job. She was thankful and appreciative of their help, and one way Olivia showed this was by feeding and watering people. He’d have to mention to the others that refusing what Olivia was offering would be hurtful to her: she genuinely liked giving things to others.
    “OK, message received, loud and clear.” He picked up his bags again. “I’ll take this stuff to the room I’ll be staying in.”
    “Everything’s ready,” she said. “I made the bed and put towels in the bathroom. Anything else you need, let me know.”
    “Thanks. I’ll be back out in three minutes.”
    Dallas went down the hallway to the bedrooms and flicked on the lights in the guestroom. He looked around, liking the space: it was warm and welcoming, and had nothing ‘guest’ about it. He’d be happy if this was his normal sleeping space.
    He decided to unpack later, but he wanted to at least change out of his white dress shirt. He peeled it off and looked through his bag to find a t-shirt.
    Olivia suddenly appeared in the doorway. “Dallas, I thought you might –” She stopped dead as he turned around and she took in his naked, tattooed chest. “Oh, God. I’m sorry.”
    “It’s OK,” he said. “What is it?”
    “I – I – uh. I wanted to ask if you’d like cardamom tea with your dinner.” She was trying to look anywhere but at his amazing body, and she felt her face flush. He was so fucking gorgeous, and he took her breath away. He was large and toned, his muscles bigger than she’d thought, his broad chest covered with dark hair. Yeah, Dallas looked good in tight t-shirts, but undressed, he was a whole different level of hot. She had the sudden and insane vision of herself kissing him, pressed up tight against that body and her knees went weak under her.
    “Yeah, sure. That sounds great, actually. Thanks.”
    Liv nodded and turned away from him. As she walked back to the kitchen, she bit her lip, trying to not imagine that body sleeping in the bed in the next room. Or standing naked in the guestroom shower, water running over those large, curved planes. God, even his stomach had been hard, pure muscle. She’d give anything to run her fingertips over him, just once.
    Dallas got dressed again, splashed water on his face. He came out a few minutes later to find Olivia had started to dish out some of the food. She had regained command of herself now, and she was able to look calm. The fact that he was fully clothed again also helped.
    They sat down and started to eat. He watched her for a few seconds, taking her in. She looked much better now, and he guessed that she was happy to be home, despite it all. He took a sip of tea.
    “So, how are you doing, hon?” he asked.
    She glanced up. “Better, I think. But I do have one thing I need to talk to you about.”
    “OK. I’m listening.”
    She took a gulp of wine. “It’s about you investigating my friends.”
    Dallas leaned back. “Yeah, I know we need to talk about Jenny.”
    Liv was so startled that she dropped her fork. It landed on her plate with a clang. She stared at him, absolutely astounded. “How did you know that I was worried about her specifically?”
    He looked at her for a long