Maverick / The Playboy's Passionate Pursuit. Emilie Rose

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СКАЧАТЬ and about several other things—he took her hand, repressed a shiver, then nodded and stepped back, swinging the door wide as he did so.

      “Thank you.” Head high, spine straight as an arrow, she walked past him into the neat-as-a-pin living room, her stride relaxed, easy. The late-morning sun’s rays slanting through the wide window struck fiery lights off her slightly-redder-than-auburn hair.

      “What can I do for you, Ms. Stewart?” he asked. Other than sweep you up and carry you to my bedroom. Telling himself to grow up, he repressed the errant thought.

      “May I sit down?” She made a graceful move of one hand to indicate his favorite plush leather recliner.

      “Yeah, sure.” What else could he say? “Would you like a cup of coffee?” He wasn’t about to impart the information that it was the first pot he’d brewed since rolling out of the sack a half hour before she rang his chimes, so to speak. Hell, his hair was still damp from his shower.

      “I’d like that, yes, thank you.” She smiled.

      He suppressed a groan. As slight and polite as her smile had been, it dazzled his senses. What in blazes was wrong with him? he chided himself. She was just another woman. Okay, another gorgeous woman. Wasn’t she?

      “You’re welcome. It’ll only take a minute.” Avoiding his mental question and telling himself to pull it together, Tanner escaped into the kitchen. Well, he had hoped to escape.

      She followed him into the room. “I hope you don’t mind, but we can talk in here just as well.”

      That’s easy for you to say. Keeping the thought to himself, where it belonged, Tanner said, “No, I don’t mind. Have a seat.” He flicked a hand at the retro yellow-and-white chrome-and-Formica kitchen set. “Would you like something with your coffee…some cookies, a muffin, a scone?” Me?

      Knock it off, Wolfe.

      Sliding onto a plastic-covered chair, she started to shake her head but hesitated, saying, “What kind of scones do you have?”

      “Blueberry,” he said, removing two diner-type mugs from a wall cabinet.

      “Yes, I would. Thank you again.” She smiled as if amused at herself. “Blueberry is my favorite.”

      Damned if her full-blast smile didn’t cause a ripple along his nervous system. Lord, the woman was lethal. There was no way he’d admit to her that blueberry was his favorite, too. Even though it was likely obvious, as that was what he had to offer. “Want it warmed?”

      “Yes, please.” She dazzled him with another smile.

      Tanner grabbed two scones into paper napkins, shoved them into the micro and pressed the buttons for twelve seconds. He set the steaming mugs on the table while the micro hummed. The timer beeped while he was setting a carton of milk, a sugar bowl and two spoons on the table.

      “Want butter or jam on that?” he asked, going to retrieve the pastries.

      She shook her head, swirling the smooth red mass around her shoulders. On the spot, Tanner decided he loved red hair. It was a bit of a surprise, as he had always thought he preferred blondes…even though he didn’t consider himself much of a gentleman.

      Settling his six foot four inch frame opposite her, he bluntly got to the point. “Okay, now, what brings you to Durango, and what can I do for you?” he said, certain she wanted something from him. The question was, what?

      “I want you to find a man for me,” she said, her voice calm, almost serene.

      What’s wrong with me? Tanner didn’t give voice to that thought, either. He knew what she meant. “Why?”

      Her voice went hard. “Because he needs to be found.”

      He smiled—almost. “Why, and by whom?”

      Her eyes went as hard as her tone. “By my sister, my father, my mother, me and the law.”

      Now they were getting somewhere. “The law?” Right up his alley. “For what?”

      She drew a deep breath, as if to contain a long-simmering anger. “For the rape and murder of one young woman and the attempted rape of another.”

      “Who sent you to me?”

      Brianna raised her eyebrows. “You are a very well-known bounty hunter with an excellent reputation.”

      “Uh-huh.” This time he did smile, wryly, repeating, “Who sent you to me?”

      “Your cousins.”

      He gave her a bored look. “Honey, I have a lot of cousins. Give me some names.”

      She exhaled a weary-sounding, much-put-upon sigh. “Matt and Lisa.”

      “Ah, the Amazon twins.” He smiled fondly at the memory of his six-foot, gorgeous, only female cousins, the former cop, Matilda, called Matt, and the legal eagle, Lisa. His smile vanished as quickly. “How do you know them?”

      “Lisa’s my lawyer. She introduced me to Matt,” she explained. “But I already knew your mother. She was my history professor in college.”

      The fond smile hovered once more, while his eyebrows rose in question. “You’re from Spruce-wood?” It was his hometown in Pennsylvania, before he’d moved out west to Colorado. His mother, the history fanatic, taught the subject at Sprucewood College. His father was chief of the Sprucewood Police.

      “No.” She shook her head before clarifying. “Not really. I’m from the, er, suburbs.”

      Tanner wondered about the slight hesitation but let it pass for the moment. “And the man you want found is Jay Minnich. Right?” Before she could respond, he said, “Are you the attempted-rape victim?”

      “No.” She set her hair rippling again with a sharp shake of her head. “My younger sister, Danielle. The young woman he murdered was Dani’s best friend.”

      “So I read.” Tanner nodded.

      “Will you find him for us?” Her soft voice held a tinge of pleading. “There’s a bounty,” she quickly added.

      “I know—ten grand.” His tone was dismissive, as though ten thousand dollars was nothing. “Posted by your father, the founder and president of Sprucewood Bank.”

      She frowned at his tone but responded mildly. “Yes, but my father has raised the bounty.”

      “When?” Surely Tanner would have heard about the bounty being raised if it had been announced. It hadn’t.

      “Now.”

      “Say again?” He felt he had somehow missed something.

      A small, slightly superior smile touched her soft mouth. “Let me explain.”

      “Explain away,” he invited, raising his mug to his lips and staring intently at her over the rim.

      “Dani is an emotional wreck.” Her voice СКАЧАТЬ