O'Halloran's Lady. Fiona Brand

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СКАЧАТЬ she wished that she hadn’t. After her moment with the cover yesterday, she wasn’t sure what she felt for O’Halloran. All she knew was that his memory was a lot more manageable than the man himself.

      O’Halloran fell into step beside her, making her tense. “I’ll walk you to your car.” His fingers slid around her wrist, sending a hot, tingling shock down the length of her arm. He turned her palm up, so that the grazing was exposed. “How did that happen?”

      Jerking free, she quickened her pace, wincing again as the movement put just a little too much pressure on her knee. Annoyed, Jenna resisted the temptation to rub the knee. The last thing she needed was to invoke O’Halloran’s protective instincts.

      Although, grimly, she noted that if she had thought O’Halloran hadn’t seen the elastic bandage beneath her leggings, she would be wrong. “Nothing much. As it happens, I had another run-in with a car.”

      O’Halloran threw her a sharp look, as if he was as surprised as she that she’d touched on a topic that was so closely connected to the hour they’d spent in his apartment making love. But that didn’t stop him from firing a string of questions at her as they walked, his voice relaxed and low-key, almost casual, although by the time they reached her car he had mined every salient detail.

      “Ticked anyone off lately?”

      She found her key and depressed the lock. “Yeah, a fan.”

      O’Halloran opened the driver’s side door, his arm brushing hers as he did so, sending another one of those small electrifying shocks through her. “Are you telling me,” he said quietly, “that you think the driver aimed for you?”

      Jenna tensed as a replay of the shiny black car heading straight for her at high speed flashed through her mind. “Not exactly, there was no room. If he had swerved he would have hit another car and damaged his own. That’s what saved me. I dived between two cars. What bothers me is that he had a long time to see me and he never slowed down.”

      “It could have been some kid—”

      “Playing chicken. I thought of that.” Her fingers tightened on the strap of her handbag. “The only problem was it didn’t feel like a game.”

      She took a deep breath. Here was the point where O’Halloran called the men in white coats with the interesting drugs and the padded cell. “Whoever it was, I got the impression he wanted to hit me. Even if he had braked seconds before, he still would have hit me, and he didn’t brake.”

      Instead of dismissing her statement as emotional overreaction, O’Halloran crossed his arms over his chest and seemed content to listen. “And the disgruntled fan? Where does she come in?”

      “He,” she corrected. “When I got home I found a threatening email.”

      His expression altered very slightly. Jenna couldn’t even say what it was, exactly, that had changed, just that the temperature seemed to drop by several degrees.

      Briefly, she outlined the content of the email, omitting her own suspicion that the poisonous fan, aside from being someone from her past, could be somehow linked with Natalie. So far, that part was just a theory, and she didn’t want to cause any unnecessary upset. She couldn’t forget that O’Halloran had never believed the house fire that had killed Natalie and Jared had been a random arson. According to her aunt, he’d believed that his family had been targeted because he was a cop, and despite leaving the police force, it was an investigation he had never given up.

      O’Halloran’s gaze settled on her mouth for a pulse-pounding moment. “I’d like to see a copy of the email.”

      Digging into his pocket, he found his wallet and handed her a card. “You can scan it or fax, or alternatively, drop it by my office.”

      Battling the sudden warmth in her cheeks and a humming, deepening awareness that was definitely scrambling her brain, she took the card and slipped it into her handbag. The last thing she had expected was that O’Halloran would want any contact with her at all, and the fact that he seemed to want to help her increased the unsettling awareness. “I’ve deleted the email, but I did keep a print copy. I’ll send it to you.”

      “Did you report the accident?”

      “Not to the police. I talked to one of the mall security guys. He was going to check out the parking lot tapes and get back to me.”

      “What was his name?”

      “Mathews.”

      Another string of questions about the security set-up at the mall and she found herself haemorrhaging more information, including her phone number and email address and eventually handing over Mathews’s business card.

      She drew a deep breath, feeling suddenly too aware and a whole lot confused. Giving her details to O’Halloran shouldn’t have felt like part and parcel of a dating ritual, but suddenly it did. “You don’t have to check up on it.”

      He tucked the card in the pocket of his jeans. “I drive past there on my way to work. It won’t hurt to see if Mathews managed to record the licence plate.”

      O’Halloran held her door as she climbed into her car. The clean, masculine scent of his skin and the faint whiff of some resinous cologne made her stomach clench. Not good!

      Stepping back, he lifted a hand as she pulled out of her parking space.

      Heart still beating way too rapidly, Jenna couldn’t help checking out her rearview mirror. O’Halloran was still studying the mourners gathered in knots and strolling toward cars and she suddenly knew what he was doing at the cemetery.

      The dark casual clothes that made him fade into the shadows, the reason there were no flowers.

      He wasn’t there to mourn; he was surveilling Natalie’s grave.

      Frowning, Marc watched as Jenna’s car merged with traffic.

      He had come, as he did every year, to watch the gravesite from a distance and see who visited apart from Natalie’s family. Although this year, with a big funeral in progress, the exercise had been a little pointless.

      Grimly, he noted that, as with other years, the only bright spot of his vigil had been when Jenna came to place flowers. Now that she had gone, the vigil felt empty.

      In point of fact, after blowing his cover so thoroughly, the whole exercise of watching the gravesite was now a waste of time. If the perp had been anywhere near, he would be miles away by now.

      Sliding dark glasses onto the bridge of his nose, he turned back to study the cemetery, which was now emptying rapidly. After a few minutes Marc gave up searching for the lean guy wearing the ball cap who had stopped by Natalie’s grave.

      The man hadn’t left anything at the gravesite, or taken anything away; Marc had established that much while he had talked to Jenna. It was possible the man had been seeking out another gravesite and had simply stopped to read the name on Natalie’s headstone, but something about him had caught Marc’s attention.

      Marc was certain he had seen the man before somewhere. He didn’t know where or when, but it would come to him.

      The moment when Jenna had told him that she had received a threatening email replayed itself, shoving every instinct on СКАЧАТЬ