Mystery Man. Diana Palmer

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      He took his hands out of his pockets and moved close, very deliberately, his eyes staring straight into hers the whole while. When he was right up against her, almost touching her, he stopped. His hands remained at his side. He never touched her. But his eyes, his beautiful blue eyes, stared right down into hers and suddenly slipped to her mouth, tracing it with such sensuality that her lips parted on a shaky breath.

      He moved again. His chest was touching her breasts now. She could smell the clean, sexy scent he wore. She could feel his warm, coffee-scented breath on her mouth as he breathed.

      “How old are you?” he asked in a deep, sultry tone.

      “Twenty-four,” she said in a strangled voice.

      “Twenty-four.” He bent his head, so that his mouth was poised just above hers, tantalizing but not invasive, not aggressive at all. His breath made little patterns on her parted lips. “And you’ve had more than a handful of lovers?”

      She wasn’t listening. Her eyes were on his mouth. It looked firm and hard and very capable. She wondered how it tasted. She wondered. She wished. She…wanted!

      “Janine.”

      The sound of her voice on his lips brought her wide, curious eyes up to meet his. They looked stunned, mesmerized.

      His own eyes crinkled, as if he were smiling. All she saw was the warmth in them.

      “If you’re the mother of a twelve-year-old,” he whispered deeply, “I’m a cactus plant.”

      He lifted his head, gave her an amused, indulgent smile, turned and walked away without a single word or a backward glance, leaving her holding the ball. In more ways than one.

      She got the glass fixed. It wasn’t easy, but she managed. However, she did dare Kurt to pick up a bat again.

      “You don’t like him, do you?” he queried the day after the glass was repaired. “Why not? He seems to be good to Karie, and he isn’t exactly Mr. Nasty to me, either.”

      She moved restlessly. “I’m trying to work,” she said evasively. She didn’t like to remember her last encounter with their neighbor. Weakness was dangerous around that tiger.

      “He’s gone to California,” Kurt added.

      Her fingers jumped on the keyboard, scattering letters across the screen. “Oh. Has he?”

      “He’s going to talk to some people in Silicon Valley. I’ll bet he’ll make it right back to where he was before he’s through. His wife is going to be real sorry that she ran out on him when he lost it all.”

      “No foresight,” she agreed. She saved the file. There was no sense working while Kurt was chattering away. She got up and stretched, moving to the patio window. She paused there, staring curiously. Karie was sitting on the beach on a towel. Nearby, a man stood watching her; a very dark man with sunglasses on and a suspicious look about him.

      “Who’s that? Have you seen him before?” she asked Kurt.

      He glanced out. “Yes. He was out there yesterday.”

      “Who’s watching Karie while her father’s gone?”

      “I think there’s a housekeeper who cooks for them,” he said. “He’s only away for the day, though.”

      “That’s long enough for a kidnapper,” she said quietly. “He was very wealthy. Maybe someone wouldn’t know that, would make a try for Karie.”

      “You mystery writers,” Kurt scoffed, “always looking on the dark side.”

      “Dark side or not, he isn’t hurting Karie while I’m around!” She went right out the patio door and down the steps.

      She walked toward the man. He saw her coming, and stepped back, looking as if he wasn’t sure what to do.

      She went right up to him, aware that her two years of martial arts training might not be enough if he turned nasty. Well, she could always scream, and the beach was fairly crowded today.

      “You’re on my property. What do you want?” she asked the man, who was tall and well-built and foreign looking.

      His eyebrows rose above his sunglasses. “No hablo inglñaes,” he said, and grinned broadly.

      She knew very little Spanish, but that phrase was one she’d had to learn. “And I don’t speak Spanish,” she returned with a sigh. “Well, you have to go. Go away. Away! Away!” She made a flapping gesture with her hand.

      “Ah. ¡Vaya!” he said obligingly.

      “That’s right. Vaya. Right now.”

      He nodded, grinned again and went back down the beach in the opposite direction.

      Janine watched him walk away. She had a nagging suspicion that he wasn’t hanging around here for his health.

      She went down the beach to where Karie was sitting, spellbound at the scene she’d just witnessed. “Karie, I want you to come and stay with Kurt and me today while your dad’s gone,” she said. “I don’t like the way that man was watching you.”

      “Neither do I,” Karie had to admit. She smiled ruefully. “Dad had a bodyguard back in Chicago. I never really got used to him. Down here it’s been quieter.”

      “You do have a bodyguard. Me.”

      Karie chuckled as she got up and shook out her towel. “I noticed. You weren’t scared of him at all, were you?”

      “Kurt and I studied martial arts for two years. I’m pretty good at it.” She’d didn’t add that she’d also worked as a private investigator.

      “Would you teach me?”

      “That might not be a bad idea,” she considered. “Tell you what, Kurt and I will give you lessons on the sly. You may not want to share that with your dad right now. He’s mad enough about the window at the moment.”

      “Dad isn’t mean,” Karie replied. “He’s pretty cool, most of the time. He has a terrible temper, of course.”

      “I noticed.”

      Karie smiled. “You have one, too. That man started backing up the minute you went toward him. You scared him.”

      “Why, so I did,” Janine mused. She grinned with pride. “How about that?”

      “I’m starved,” Karie said. “Maria went to the grocery store and she won’t be back for hours.”

      “We’ll make sandwiches. I’ve got cake, too, for dessert. Coconut.”

      “Wow! Radical!”

      Janine smiled. She led the way back to the beach house, where an amused Kurt was waiting.

      “Diane Woody to the rescue!” СКАЧАТЬ