Face Of Deception. Ana Leigh

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СКАЧАТЬ you’re scared of him. CIA! Covert missions! Megamale. Why would she want that kind of complication in her life right now? Not only was Clayton’s death an emotional heartache to her, there was the problem of Brandon’s guardianship to resolve. The last thing she needed was this hazel-eyed walking hunk of testosterone, whom she couldn’t look at without thinking midnight kisses and the soft strains of a Sinatra love song in the background.

      Doggone it, Ann. You spent too much time in that French Guianian jungle!

      Promptly at seven there was a knock on the door. Ann released the chain and dead bolt and opened it. Bishop leaned on the doorframe.

      “What is the sense of using a chain and dead bolt if you’re going to open the door to the first person who knocks?” he asked.

      “I knew it would be you.” He looked like a Ralph Lauren ad in a tan cashmere sport shirt and khaki slacks.

      “How can you be so certain?”

      “Bishop, I’d stake my life savings on a bet that you came into this world on the exact month, day, hour and minute that the doctor predicted you would.”

      “I like punctuality.”

      “Tell me, are you going to be your usual grumpy self, or are we going to have a pleasant conversation over dinner?”

      “It all depends on what we’re going to discuss.”

      She grabbed a purse and shawl and stepped ahead of him. “I can hardly wait to find out.”

      Once outside the hotel, he hailed a cab. “You like Italian?” he asked.

      “Sounds good.” She glanced askance at him. Maybe dinner would be candlelight and wine after all.

      He was his usual reticent self, but that was fine with Ann. She was enjoying the sights and sounds of Washington again. It seemed a lifetime since she had seen the familiar landmarks of the city.

      The cab pulled up in front of a brownstone that looked no different from the other ones that lined the block. A small flight of stairs took them down to the entrance of a restaurant where a neon sign above the door glowed Sardino’s.

      The restaurant was delightfully heavy on atmosphere with a cozy, intimate ambiance. Red-and-white checkered tablecloths covered the tables. The smell of hot wax and spaghetti sauce permeated the air, and hazy smoke rose from empty wine bottles coated with dripping wax that served as candleholders. Breadsticks protruded from jelly glasses in the center of the tables, and there was even a strolling concertina player who nodded at Bishop when they entered. Ann loved it on sight.

      Angelo Sardino greeted Bishop like a long-lost son. He gushed over Ann’s beauty when Bishop introduced her, and then the owner led them to a corner booth. Very cozy. Very secluded. And very lethal in its intimacy.

      “This is wonderful. I never found a really good Italian restaurant in Kourou. Seems like everything was French cooking. I hope the food lives up to the atmosphere.”

      “I’m strictly a spaghetti man,” Bishop said, “so I can’t vouch for anything else. But I’ve never heard any complaints.”

      “Do you live in D.C., Bishop?”

      “It’s Mike, Ann.”

      She laughed lightly. “So you do have a first name.”

      “We don’t throw our names around on a mission. Never know who might overhear.”

      “You mean you work undercover, too?”

      “No. Our mission is usually to get in and out in a hurry.”

      At that moment a waitress came over to take their order. “Glad to see you back home safely, Mike.”

      “Thanks, Nina. How are you doing?”

      “Getting married in two months. Hope you and the squad are in town for it.”

      “If we are, we’ll be there. How’s Mama doing?”

      The girl’s eyes saddened. “Missing Tony. We all are. Poppa covers it up better than the rest of us do. My wedding plans are helping Mama to get through it.”

      “That’s good. Danny’s a lucky guy. Nina, this is Ann Hamilton. Nina’s Angelo’s daughter,” he explained to Ann.

      Ann smiled warmly. “Hi, Nina.” For a moment Ann had been afraid she would have to go through the awkwardness of meeting an ex-girlfriend. Not that there was anything other than business between her and Bishop. It just would have been uncomfortable.

      “Glad to meet you, Ann. Hope you know you’re out with the best guy in the world.”

      “Other than Danny, of course,” Ann teased.

      Nina’s eyes widened with pleasure. “Do you know Danny?”

      “No, but it kind of shows when you mention his name.”

      Nina giggled. “Am I that obvious? Are you ready to order?”

      “The spaghetti comes recommended, so I’ll try that.”

      “Sausage or meatballs?” Nina asked.

      Ann arched a brow and looked at Bishop for his preference.

      “Meatballs,” he said. “House dressing on the salad, and a bottle of Chianti.”

      That was Bishop all right. Precise. Succinct. Why waste words even among friends?

      “They all seem to know you very well,” Ann said as soon as the girl left. “You must come here often.”

      His mouth slashed into a grim line. “Yeah. Ann’s brother was a member of our squad. He was killed last month in Beirut.”

      “Oh, I’m so sorry. So obviously D.C.’s your home.”

      “I keep a small, walk-up apartment. Nothing fancy. A place to sleep when I’m in town. You planning on returning permanently to the States?”

      “I think so. As soon as I settle this custody battle over Brandon, I’ll go back to Kourou and pack up.”

      Mike shrugged. “I wouldn’t worry about Brandon’s custody. Sounds like a slam dunk to me.”

      Her hopes soared. “You really think so? Mr. Waterman didn’t sound too encouraging.”

      “He’s a priss. Are you planning on legally adopting the kid?”

      “If I’m allowed to. I don’t know the rules in a situation like this, but I’m going to get a lawyer and find out. If I can’t, I’ll have to settle for just being his guardian, but I would love to legally have him as a son.”

      “No boyfriend to object.”

      “That’s right. Even if I had one, it wouldn’t do him any good to try. I love Brandon. What about you, Bish…ah, Mike? First night back in town. I’d have thought you’d want to hook up with СКАЧАТЬ