Stolen. Tess Gerritsen

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      “Because I find you so much more interesting.” She leaned forward, and he couldn’t help but glance down at the deeply cut neckline of her flowered dress.

      “So you own Chetwynd,” she said.

      He forced himself to focus on her face. “My uncle Hugh does.”

      “And that fabulous art collection? Also your uncle’s?”

      “The family’s. Collected over the years.”

      “Collected?” She smiled. “Obviously I’ve underestimated you, Mr. Tavistock. Not the rank amateur I thought you were.”

      “What?”

      “Quite the professional. A thief and a gentleman.”

      “I’m nothing of the kind!” He shot forward in his chair and inhaled such an intoxicating whiff of her perfume he felt dizzy. “The art has been in my family for generations!”

      “Ah. One in a long line of professionals?”

      “This is absurd—”

      “Or are you the first in the family?”

      Gripping the table in frustration, he counted slowly to five and let out a breath. “I am not, and have never been, a thief.”

      “But I saw you, remember? Rooting around in the wardrobe. You took something out—papers, I believe. So you are a thief.”

      “Not in the same sense you are.”

      “If your conscience is so clear, why didn’t you go to the police?”

      “Perhaps I will.”

      “I don’t think so.” She flashed him that maddening grin of triumph. “I think when it comes to thievery, you’re the more despicable one. Because you make victims of your friends.”

      “Whereas you make friends of your victims?”

      “Guy Delancey’s not a friend.”

      “Astonishing how I misinterpreted that scene between you two! So what’s the plan, little Miss Lamb? Seduction followed by a bit of larceny?”

      “Trade secrets,” she answered calmly.

      “And why on earth are you so fixated on Delancey? Isn’t it a bit risky to stick with the same victim?”

      “Who said he’s the victim?” She lifted the glass to her lips and took a delicate sip. He found her every movement oddly fascinating. The way her lips parted, the way the liquid slid into that moist, red mouth. He found himself swallowing as well, felt his own throat suddenly go parched.

      “What is it Delancey has that you want so very badly?” he asked.

      “What were those papers you took?” she countered.

      “It won’t work, you know.”

      “What won’t work?”

      “Trying to lump me in your category. You’re the thief.”

      “And you’re not?”

      “What I lifted from that wardrobe has no intrinsic value. It was a personal matter.”

      “So is this for me,” she answered tightly. “A personal matter.”

      Jordan frowned as a thought suddenly struck him. Guy Delancey had romanced Veronica Cairncross, and then had threatened to use her letters against her. Had he done the same to other women? Was Diana Lamb, or someone close to her, also a victim of Guy’s?

      Or am I trying to talk myself out of the obvious? he thought. The obvious being, this woman was a garden-variety burglar, out for loot. She’d already proven herself adept at housebreaking. What else could she be?

      Such a pity, he thought, eyeing that face with its alabaster cheeks and nut brown eyes. Sooner or later those intelligent eyes would be gazing out of a jail cell.

      “Is there any way I can talk you out of this?” he asked.

      “Why would you?”

      “I just think it’s a waste of your apparent…talents. Plus there’s the matter of it being morally wrong, to boot.”

      “Right, wrong.” She gave an unconcerned wave of her hand. “Sometimes it isn’t clear which is which.”

      This woman was beyond reform! And the fact he knew she was a thief, knew what she had planned, made him almost as guilty if she succeeded.

      Which, he decided, she would not.

      He said, “I won’t let you, you know. While I’m not particularly fond of Guy Delancey, I won’t let him be robbed blind.”

      “I suppose you’re going to tell him how we met?” she asked. Not a flicker of anxiety was in her eyes.

      “No. But I’m going to warn him.”

      “Based on what evidence?”

      “Suspicions.”

      “I’d be careful if I were you.” She took another sip of her drink and placidly set the glass down. “Suspicions can go in more than one direction.”

      She had him there, and they both knew it. He couldn’t warn Delancey without implicating himself as a thief. If Delancey chose to raise a fuss about it to the police, not only would Jordan’s reputation be irreparably tarnished, Veronica’s, too, would suffer.

      No, he’d prefer not to take that risk.

      He met Diana’s calm gaze with one just as steady. “An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure,” he said, and smiled.

      “Meaning what, pray tell?”

      “Meaning I plan to make it bloody difficult for you to so much as lift a teaspoon from the man and get away with it.”

      For the first time he saw a ripple of anxiety in her eyes. Her brightly painted red lips drew tight. “You don’t understand. This is not your concern—”

      “Of course it is. I plan to watch you like a hawk. I’m going to follow you and Delancey everywhere. Pop up when you least expect it. Make a royal nuisance of myself. In short, Miss Lamb, I’ve adopted you as my crusade. And if you make one false move, I’m going to cry wolf.” He sat back, smiling. “Think about it.”

      She was thinking about it, and none too happily, judging by her expression.

      “You can’t do this,” she whispered.

      “I can. I have to.”

      “There’s too much at stake! I won’t СКАЧАТЬ