The Life She Wants. Jo McNally

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      She’d spent years with men like Gary, with no one watching out for her. She’d be damned if she’d let another girl be put at risk behind closed doors or hidden around corners where no one was watching.

      “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

      Gary raised his hands in innocence. “Everything’s fine here, miss. You know how kids are. I’m just trying to get her to dinner on time.”

      Was this just a family squabble? If so, was it any of Mel’s business if the guy was being gruff? Did all families fight like this? She really had no idea. She just knew Tori was being pushed to do something she didn’t want to do, and Melanie couldn’t ignore that.

      “Are you her father?”

      “No.” Tori answered quickly and quietly, moving closer to Mel, her eyes focused tightly on the carpeting. The hair on the nape of Mel’s neck stood on end. She’d developed a well-honed “weasel alert” over the years, and it was clanging loudly in her head right now. This guy was bad news.

      Mel didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t exactly drag Tori away—that would be kidnapping. Or would it be a rescue mission? She could call her cousin, since Amanda and her husband owned the resort. Blake Randall would know how to handle this and would have the authority to do something.

      She was reaching for her phone when a rough voice from behind her broke the charged silence.

      “Is there a problem here?”

      Her first thought was that she was now in a hidden hallway, trapped between two men she didn’t know. She took a steadying breath and turned coolly on her heel, as if she was totally in control of the situation. Years walking a runway had taught her that trick—she and Luis called it “body acting.” But any sense of control she had, real or faked, evaporated when she took in the stranger who’d walked up behind her. Very close behind her.

      He was a big man, not only tall but broad-shouldered and rock-solid. He was older than her—probably midthirties. His red hair was just long enough to brush the collar of his white dress shirt. His nose was a little crooked, as if it had been broken, and he definitely looked like the type of guy who might get into a fistfight or two. Even with that flawed nose, he was attractive—in a slightly brutish way. The reddish stubble on his chin completed the “bad boy” look, which was softened only by his striking blue eyes, now narrowed in on Tori. His mouth hardened into a straight line.

      “Seriously? You’re still not dressed? You’re killing me, kid. Get moving.”

      Big Ginger gave Melanie that once-over men were so good at—a quick toe-to-head survey to see if she was worth his interest or not. Considering how she was dressed, and the fact that she still had her hair wrapped in a towel, she was surprised to see a tiny flare of heat in his eyes before he gave her a barely polite nod and turned to Gary.

      “I told you to make sure she got ready.”

      “I’m her golf coach, Shane, not her damned nanny.”

      Tori’s voice was full of dramatic teenaged whine. “Please, Shane. I’m so tired of being nice to people.”

      The corner of his mouth quirked up briefly. Melanie wondered how often women threw themselves at Shane’s feet because of that crooked smile and those eyes. Just because she’d sworn off men didn’t mean she couldn’t appreciate a hot hunk of man when she saw one.

      “I know it’s a bore, kid, but we have to be nice to the people who pay money to support your career.” He glanced over to Mel, gave her a quick, smooth smile and extended his hand. “Shane Brannigan. And you are...?”

      “Melanie. Are you related to Tori?”

      “I... What? No. Tori’s on the women’s golf tour. I’m her agent. Gary Jenkins here is her coach. Is there something I can help you with?”

      Ice sliced through her veins. He was an agent. Great.

       Look, Mellie, you know I have your best interests at heart. Everyone needs topless shots in their portfolio, so stop fighting Marcello on this.

      Mel surprised herself as much as she did Shane when she poked her finger hard into the center of his chest.

      “You can ‘help’ me by explaining why you let her walk to her room alone with this guy! How old is she? Where are her parents? Where’s her chaperone? Who’s watching out for this girl?”

      * * *

      OF ALL THE things Shane could have imagined happening today, being physically assaulted by a lunatic with razor-sharp purple fingernails was not one of them. He wouldn’t be surprised if she drew blood with that stab in the chest, and it took all his self-control to keep from checking.

      Instead, he stared into her shockingly violet eyes while determining his next move.

      He’d spotted her the minute he stepped off the elevator—tall and somehow elegant, even in leggings, a T-shirt and flip-flops. The white towel twisted around her head made her look even taller. From behind, she’d looked like a very sexy space alien.

      But when she’d tiptoed closer to the corner, his attention had shifted. The only rooms around that corner were Tori’s suite and his suite. What the hell was she up to? She was so busy listening to Tori and Gary she hadn’t even known he was approaching. Was she a reporter digging for dirt? Or perhaps a fan crossing the line of acceptable behavior?

      Before he could ask, she was gone—leaping around the corner with him hot on her heels. And now here she was, lighting into him like a pit bull about “watching out for Tori.” It was his goddamn job to watch out for Tori Sutter, and Shane was very good at his job. And he didn’t take criticism well. Especially from strangers. Not even strangers who had curves everywhere a man wanted to see curves. Smoky gray makeup surrounded her dark eyes, and glossy lipstick made her full lips inviting. Well, they would be inviting if they weren’t currently pursed in displeasure. With him. Yeah, well, tough luck, lady.

      “I’m sorry, Miss...?” He waited.

      “Melanie Lowery.” She spat the name at him, but he’d gotten her to speak. He was a master negotiator, and he was going to take control of this conversation. He nodded and smiled, but his smile didn’t have its usual effect. She folded her arms across her chest and glared at him. Her whole body was tense, and for some reason the word brittle came to mind.

      “Miss Lowery, I don’t know what you think is going on, but my client is in good hands here...” She snorted at his word choice, but he plowed ahead. “Look, we’re running late and, frankly, Tori’s not your concern.” He was hoping she’d take the hint and leave, but no such luck. Indignation rolled off the woman in waves.

      “Any time a girl is at risk, it’s my concern, Mr. Brannigan. It’s also the concern of hotel management and the police. Would you like me to make a call or two? I know the resort owners very well.”

      Shane swallowed the angry words begging to be said. His right temple started to throb. The last thing Tori needed was more negative press. This was what he got for taking on a kid for a client—headaches. Then again, all his clients were giving him headaches these days. That seemed to be his СКАЧАТЬ