Laura And The Lawman. Shelley Cooper

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      “It doesn’t, really. I was just curious. Did you pick your theory out of thin air? Or did you formulate it after exhaustive study? Perhaps you wrote your doctoral thesis on the topic.”

      “Now you’re mocking me.”

      He gazed at her seriously. “How am I mocking you?”

      “I didn’t go to college.”

      “How could I know that?” he asked softly, although he was well aware, from reading about her in the dossier on Joseph Merrill, that Ruby O’Toole did not possess a college degree. “All I know about you is that you work for Joseph and that, in your words, you belong to him.”

      He knew one other thing. She was smarter than she let on. Did part of her strategy for snaring Joseph also include acting dumb?

      “If you must know,” she told him, “I’ve earned the right to hold the opinions I do. The right of experience.”

      “You certainly are experienced,” he muttered.

      “Did you say something?”

      He looked down at the puzzle. “Just talking to myself.”

      “Can I ask you something, Michael?”

      “Sure.”

      “Why are you so upset? Are you really going to sit there and try to convince me that you and I don’t share the same philosophy about the human condition?”

      Her words brought him up short. Way short. How could he have been so stupid? So careless? He’d nearly gone and blown it all by getting his underwear in a twist. From now on, he would have to tread extremely carefully while in her presence. Ruby O’Toole could pull him out of character faster than a magician could pull a rabbit out of his hat.

      And if she started thinking about the contradictions… He had to change his tune, but fast.

      “You’re right,” he conceded, hoping to sound rueful, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “I do share your philosophy. But no man likes to be seen through so easily. It’s a blow to his ego. I was annoyed. I suppose I was trying to get a rise out of you.”

      “That’s what I thought,” she replied.

      “You were wrong about one thing, though,” he said.

      “What?”

      “Power is not my number-one need. Money is. If I have enough money, I can buy all the power I need.”

      She bestowed a superior smile on him. “If you say so.”

      He felt the need to have the last word. “Could I offer you a caution?”

      “Of course.”

      “I recommend you not share your philosophy with Joseph.”

      Her laughter was light and amused. “Trust me, Michael. I would never be so blunt with a man I’m seeing romantically.”

      No, he thought sourly. She’d just bat those impossibly long eyelashes of hers at him, and he’d dissolve into a puddle of testosterone need.

      Just an hour ago he’d been certain he knew all there was to know about Ruby O’Toole. But after her discourse on man’s and woman’s need for power—and after telling him how much she needed to sublimate all her wants and desires to those of the man who would take care of her—he wasn’t certain at all. Then there was her disclaimer about any knowledge of an advanced crossword puzzle clue, followed by her calling him on the carpet for acting out of character.

      He wasn’t about to go so far as admitting that there might be some depth to her, after all. But he would concede he didn’t know everything he thought he did.

      Just who are you, Ruby O’Toole? More important, what are you up to? What secrets do you know? And how do I get you to tell them to me?

      They stopped for lunch at a diner outside of Beckley, West Virginia. To Antonio’s surprise, Ruby ordered a cheeseburger, French fries and a chocolate shake. He watched in silence as she took a bite of her cheeseburger, then closed her eyes. A look of rapture crossed her face, and she chewed lustily.

      Even though he didn’t like her all that much, Antonio felt the stirring of arousal at the sight. His own food forgotten, he sat back in his chair and watched her. When a rivulet of juice ran down her chin, he had to fight the urge to lean forward and taste it for himself. Did she make love with as much abandon as she ate?

      “Napkin?” He plucked one from the receptacle on the table and thrust it toward her.

      “Thanks.” She took the proffered item from him with a smile. When her chin was dry, she asked, “Aren’t you hungry?”

      He blinked. “What?”

      She nodded toward his plate. “You haven’t eaten anything.”

      Antonio picked up his club sandwich and took a bite. He didn’t taste a thing.

      Ruby tossed him a curious glance before returning to her meal.

      He didn’t know what was worse: the silence between them, during which his arousal continued to grow painfully as he covertly watched her, or the small talk that inevitably ended up in the opposite direction from the one he intended to take.

      At least with small talk he’d have something else to concentrate on. If he just sat here, watching her eat, by the time they paid the bill he’d be so aroused he’d be walking funny.

      Of course, with all the blood in his body centered in one vital organ, his powers of thought were severely limited at the moment. Still, if he tried hard enough, he should be able to come up with something to say.

      “You’re really going to eat all that food?” was the brilliant opening he finally led with.

      She arched an eyebrow. “Shouldn’t I?”

      Antonio tried to sound nonchalant. “It’s not exactly low in fat. I just assumed, like most women, you spend all your time watching your figure.”

      Ruby picked up a French fry. Tilting her head back, she opened her mouth. Three clean bites with her incredibly straight teeth, and the French fry disappeared. Antonio was sweating by the time she swallowed.

      “Watching my figure is for men to do,” she said, picking up another fry.

      He welcomed the shaft of irritation that took his arousal down a few degrees. “You keep eating like that, all they’re going to watch is you ballooning up in size.”

      “Hasn’t happened yet,” she said, dismissingly.

      “Bad habits eventually catch up to us all.”

      She gave him a curious glance. “So I’ve been told. Okay, Michael, I’m game. What СКАЧАТЬ