Someone To Protect Her. Patricia Rosemoor
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Название: Someone To Protect Her
Автор: Patricia Rosemoor
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Ужасы и Мистика
Серия: Mills & Boon Intrigue
isbn: 9781474022736
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He nodded. “They’re ladies of leisure now, retired from the racing circuit to be introduced to some good ole boys to make baby racehorses. Jill wanted Sierra Sunrise to be one of the daddies, and since we own him…”
“Ah, I see.”
Her discomfort seemingly renewed—at the turn of the conversation? he wondered—she checked her watch.
“So we’re almost there?” she asked.
“We’ll be crossing the Wyoming-Montana border any minute now. In a couple of hours, you’ll be settled into your new digs.”
“You will be staying at the research institute, as well, won’t you?”
“Actually, I’ve got a cabin on Lonesome Pony, which is up the road a piece.”
“Oh, I thought—”
“If you’re worried about safety, you’ll be guarded at all times.”
“But not by you.”
“Not unless I’m assigned.”
“Which isn’t exactly likely, is it?” she asked. “You being a pilot and all.”
Though her expression remained neutral, Frank had the distinct impression that C.J. was disappointed. She obviously saw him as some kind of knight in shining armor because of his saving her, when all he’d been was lucky.
“I’d better get back to the cockpit.”
“Right.”
Pure luck had put him on her trail at the exact time she was being attacked.
Pure luck that the attacker had given up so easily.
That fact still bothered him as he set down the bucket and moved forward.
The bastard had gone to considerable trouble to stage the attack. Why would he give up so easily? Unless he figured he’d have another shot at C.J.
Frank worried over it as he reentered the cockpit.
Vasquez didn’t seem to hear him and Frank froze for a moment as the man worked the controls and the plane adjusted slightly. Almost imperceptibly.
Changing direction?
Frank frowned. What the hell did Vasquez think he was doing? He came up behind the man, his gaze once again drawn to the stained collar. The skin there appeared a shade paler than the flesh higher on the man’s neck, as if the color had actually rubbed off…and the color was definitely a shade darker than his arms were.
Makeup?
Why the hell would a pilot be wearing makeup?
Only one reason came to mind.
Before Frank could decide how to react, the choice was taken from him.
The man who called himself Vasquez turned in his seat just enough so Frank could see the gun in his hand.
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