About Last Night. Rhonda Leah
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Название: About Last Night

Автор: Rhonda Leah

Издательство: Ingram

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       ABOUT LAST NIGHT

      RHONDA LEAH

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      LYRICAL PRESS

       http://lyricalpress.com/

      KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

       http://www.kensingtonbooks.com/

       To Mom for your continued support, encouragement and love. And to my Dad, who encouraged me until the end—your support helped me to continue on my journey. Thank you both.

       Acknowledgements

      

      About Last Night is a work of fiction, so please be aware I’ve taken liberties with some details to suit the story. Thank you to everyone at Lyrical Press, including a special thanks to Renee Rocco for the wonderful cover art.

      To Mary Murray—hank you for your dedication to making this story shine. Working with you is a true joy.

       Chapter 1

      When Tanner Theriot’s phone rang at three AM, the last thing he’d expected was Misty, calling from county jail. Her frantic tone had propelled him out of bed and on the road.

      Now, he stepped away from the counter as the sheriff dumped a generic plastic bag holding her personal items. A watch, cellphone and small black satchel landed with a thud.

      Misty calmly collected the items one by one. She looked like a vamped-up cat burglar. Her silky dark hair was pulled into a low ponytail, her black leggings and turtleneck rumpled.

      Early morning sunlight peeked through the treetops as they exited the police station. She hadn’t spoken one syllable. He held the car door open. “About last night…”

      “Look, I don’t want to talk about it.” Misty lowered herself into the passenger seat and pulled the door closed.

      The car purred to life, but the heater couldn’t defrost the cold shoulder she gave him. He wanted answers. “Misty, you have to talk about it, especially if you’re not planning to tell your brother.”

      She glared at him. “I am not telling Jake.”

      “Tell me what happened or I’ll tell Jake his little sister called me in the middle of the night to bail her ass out of jail.”

      “That’d go over great.” She turned away, stared out the window.

      “I thought you and Josh broke up a long time ago?”

      “We did.”

      “Care to tell me why you were arrested for breaking into his apartment?”

      “I knew he was out of town. He had something of mine. How was I supposed to know he changed the alarm code?” She shrugged.

      “What was so important you’d risk getting arrested?”

      “Something he took and refused to return.”

      “What was so damned important?”

      “My locket.” She reached for the door handle.

      Tanner grabbed her arm. Tears welled in her eyes. “The locket…”

      “Yes, the insignificant locket you gave me for my twenty-first birthday.”

      Misty jerked her arm out of his grip and made an ordeal of buckling her seatbelt. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. “Can we just leave?”

      As the miles rolled by, Misty’s head gently rocked against the headrest. He thought about what she’d said. She still had the locket, or at least Josh the loser did. He’d seen her wear it at McNeil family gatherings but never thought it meant anything to her. It had been a peace offering of sorts, not that he’d ever told her. He felt as if he owed her something after one insanely hot night they’d spent together. He wanted to talk to her. But then she showed up at her birthday party with a lanky grad student wrapped around her. He changed his mind about talking. Ancient history.

      An hour later he pulled off Frontage Road and rolled to a stop in front of the dreary two-story where she rented an apartment. She was home, and tomorrow he’d see what he could do about the mess she’d landed in.

      “Misty, wake up.” Nothing. She didn’t budge.

      “Misty,” he said, louder this time. Tanner walked around the car and opened the door. Her legs fell, causing her to stir.

      “Misty, you’re home.”

      She lifted her head and when her deep blue eyes met his, a longing jolted through him. Whoa. “Tanner?” she whispered. “Where are we?”

      “You’re home, my little jailbird.”

      She groaned and pushed herself upright and out of the car. “Look, I…”

      “I know. Don’t tell Jake. Got it.”

      “I, uh. Yeah, don’t tell Jake.” She started up the steps.

      “You know I’d do anything I can for you?”

      “Of course,” she said, fumbling in the black sack.

      “I’ll see about the charges tomorrow.”

      “Don’t bother. I didn’t even accomplish what I went there for.”

      “So what?” he barked. “You planning another break-in?” Ridiculous. His pants were getting too tight watching Misty fiddle in the damned sack. Her rumpled cat burglar look set him on fire. He needed to put some fear in her and get the hell away. Lack of sleep equaled insane ideas.

      “Of course not.” She rolled her eyes upward. Damn, even that turned him on.

      “Just checking. You know those are serious charges?”

      “Yes. I know. My brother’s a cop.” Her mouth curled in a half-hearted smile.

      “I’d better get out of here. You have your keys?”

      She nodded, unlocking the door. He started around the car.

      “Tanner.”

      He stopped, turned. Not a good idea. She looked like something from his fantasies. He needed a date. Hell, he needed a life. Lusting after Misty McNeil was not an option. “Yeah?”

      “Thanks.”

      “Not a problem, sweetheart. You know I’ve always thought of you as a kid sister.”

      “Yeah, I know,” she said, and slammed the door.

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