Dangerous Liaisons. Maggie Price

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      “For how long?”

      “Maybe six months. I’d have to check his file for the exact date he signed his contract.”

      “Did you know him before he became a client?”

      “No.”

      “He just walk in off the street and sign on?”

      “Well, I did meet him at a charity fund-raiser and gave him one of my cards,” she amended. “He showed up in my office the next day and signed a contract.”

      “Did you and Ormiston go out?”

      She blinked. “I don’t date my clients.”

      “Why were you at his house tonight?”

      She told him the same thing she’d told the female officer, ending with “It wasn’t like Phillip not to call the office when he was scheduled to. Wasn’t like him to miss a racquetball game. I was concerned.”

      “Was he scheduled to play racquetball with you?”

      “No, Sebastian. They played a couple times a week.”

      “Is it standard operating procedure for you to drop by each of your client’s houses to check on their welfare?”

      “Of course not. Phillip had been having…problems and I felt he needed special attention.”

      “What sort of…problems?”

      “He was unhappy that I had yet to connect him with a woman whom he felt would make a suitable mate.” She lifted a shoulder. “I understood his impatience. His wife passed away two years ago. He was lonely, and at a point where the loneliness was turning into depression. I’m a firm believer some people aren’t meant to live their lives alone. Phillip is…was one of them.”

      When Jake didn’t shoot back another question, Nicole realized he’d turned his head to stare out the windshield into the dark night. He seemed lost in thought, his profile hard and unyielding. As she studied him, the weak light from the street lamps seemed to shift, and for a brief instant, she saw what she thought was utter desolation in his eyes.

      A quick, surprising tremor around her heart had her leaning to touch his arm. “Is something wrong?”

      He jerked his head around so fast that she snatched her hand back. His eyes were hooded, his face as expressionless as carved stone. “So, Ormiston was unhappy you hadn’t managed to find him ‘Miss Right.”’

      She took a deep breath. Whatever brief emotion she’d seen in his eyes had been replaced by a chilling remoteness.

      “Yes, Phillip was unhappy. Some clients have a hard time at first understanding how long it can take to find their perfect match.”

      Jake flicked a look over his shoulder toward the house. “Ormiston was loaded. Seems to me he’d have no problem getting a date.”

      “He knew quite a few single women, but no one he wanted to get serious about. He ran a huge, thriving funeral business with locations all over the state. At the minimum, he put in sixty-hour work weeks. That limited the time he had to make connections. Phillip wasn’t a twenty-year-old man who wanted to hang out in singles’ bars, hoping to meet someone.”

      “How many women did you fix him up with?”

      “Quite a few over the past couple of months.” Frowning, Nicole shoved her braid over one shoulder. “Phillip claimed nothing clicked with any of his dates, which surprised me.”

      “So, you had a dissatisfied customer on your hands. Was he planning on ending your association?”

      She linked her fingers, twisted them. “Yes. The last time I saw him he said he wouldn’t renew his contract.”

      “When was this?”

      “A few days ago.”

      “Where?”

      “At Sebastian’s.” She looked out the windshield just as the black station wagon into which the men had loaded the body bag crept slowly along the street. Sadness for the man she had known settled inside her. “I guess none of that matters now,” she added quietly.

      “Since Ormiston thought he got a raw deal, he might have planned to bad-mouth your company. I doubt that would have made you happy.”

      In the next heartbeat, Nicole vividly understood that the man with whom she shared the car’s close, intimate confines was not conducting an interview, but an interrogation. It wasn’t fear that stiffened her spine, but temper.

      “Of course that didn’t thrill me. I’m in business to make my clients happy. I feel a lot better when I succeed at my job. Don’t you?”

      “There’s a lot of people behind bars who can swear to that.”

      “Are they all guilty?” she asked coolly.

      He gave a short laugh. “Most claim they aren’t.”

      For a slow, languorous moment he studied her, his dark eyes on hers. Watchful. Nicole tried to ignore the knots that tightened in her stomach.

      Finally he asked, “Do you think Ormiston would have been happier if you had agreed to go out with him?”

      His question caught her like a slap in the face. “What makes you think he wanted me to go out with him?”

      “You slide your business card into his pocket at a charity to-do. The next morning he shows up at your office. Not hard to figure out what was going on.”

      “Nothing was going on, Sergeant. I don’t date my clients.”

      “But he did ask you out, right?”

      “Once, after he signed his contract.” The lethal sureness in Jake’s eyes brought all of her nerves swimming to the surface. “I refused, and Phillip didn’t ask again. I told him to be patient, that we’d only just begun looking for his perfect mate.”

      Jake reached into his shirt pocket, pulled out a small plastic bag. “‘We’ve only just begun,”’ he murmured, angling the card inside the bag until it caught light from the nearby street lamp. “Sounds familiar.”

      As she read the message with her name below, a shiver skittered like a bony finger down the back of Nicole’s neck. She lifted her gaze. “Why do you have the card in a bag?”

      “It’s evidence.”

      “Of what?”

      “That you sent Ormiston a basket of muffins.”

      “Of course I sent them.” She forced her voice to remain even while anxiety shredded her insides. “I don’t understand—”

      “Did you bake the muffins?”

      “No, I bought them.”

      “Where?”

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