Hero Under Cover. Suzanne Brockmann

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СКАЧАТЬ WATER IN THE TEAKETTLE had just begun to boil when Pete came into the kitchen. His hair was still wet from his shower, and he’d changed into a plain black turtleneck that hugged his muscular chest and was tucked neatly into his jeans.

      Annie poured steaming water on top of the tea bag in her mug. “I don’t have much to offer you in the way of breakfast,” she said apologetically. “I usually don’t do much more than eat some fruit myself, and even that’s running low—”

      “I’m eating on Mr. Marshall’s expense account, remember?” Pete said, sitting down at the kitchen table. “But if it’s not any trouble, would you mind if I kept some supplies in your refrigerator?”

      Annie leaned against the counter, holding her mug in both hands. “In theory, I don’t object,” she said. “But remember? After I talk to Marshall this morning, you’re going to be leaving.”

      “No, I don’t think so,” he said.

      “Well, I do think so,” she said.

      “Sorry, you’re wrong,” Pete said, unperturbed. “Mr. Marshall is very anxious to avoid bad publicity. Did you know that he’s facing racketeering charges out in Dallas?”

      “Steven Marshall?”

      Pete nodded. “Call him if you want,” he said. “But I know he’s going to insist that I stay. If something happened to you, it would be very bad publicity for him.”

      “But what about me?” Annie said, putting her mug on the counter. Her bangs were pulled back from her face with an Alice in Wonderland-like headband. She wore a bright white sweatshirt over her jeans, and a pair of black lace-up boots. She sat down at the table, across from Pete. “I don’t want a bodyguard. No offense, but…I like being alone.”

      “I’ll try to stay out of your way,” he said. “You won’t even know I’m around.”

      “Yes, I noticed how well you stayed out of my way this morning, particularly when you pinned me to the floor,” Annie said. “I can’t wait to see what the rest of the day brings. Maybe a little kick-boxing?”

      She noticed that he didn’t even have the grace to look embarrassed as she left the room.

      She had to talk to Steven Marshall.

      ANNIE HUNG UP THE PHONE with a crash and an oath, making Cara look up.

      “Old Steven M. didn’t go for your ‘I can take care of myself’ routine, huh?” Cara said unsympathetically.

      “He is such a jerk!”

      “Things could be worse,” Cara said.

      “Yeah,” Annie muttered. “You could start telling me exactly how they could be worse.”

      Cara ignored the comment. “You could have been stuck with one of those no-brain, mountain-of-muscles-type bodyguards with a shaved head and equally shaved intellect. If someone told me that I’d have to spend the next few weeks with a guy as gorgeous as Peter Taylor watching my every move, you wouldn’t hear me complaining.”

      “But I like my privacy,” Annie said, sitting down at her desk for about four seconds before popping up and pacing again.

      “Hey,” Cara asked, “did you catch sight of his necklace?”

      “Navaho,” Annie said. “Looks like it dates around 1860, maybe even earlier. You see his ring?”

      “And the belt buckle? Yeah. You’re gonna try to buy ’em, aren’t you?” Cara finished clearing the files off her desk, uncovering a paperweight made of petrified wood, three framed pictures of her nephews and nieces and a plastic Homer Simpson doll with his head attached by a spring. She looked up at her friend. “Aren’t you?”

      Annie shook her head.

      “You’re kidding. Why not?”

      “Because it’s none of your business,” Annie said crossly, throwing herself down into her chair again. “Since when do I have to justify myself to you? You work for me, remember?”

      “You’re not going to try to buy it off him because you like the man,” Cara said triumphantly, making Homer’s head bob wildly. “You like him, I knew it. You don’t want to take advantage of him.”

      Annie put her head down on her desk. “Oh, MacLeish, he’s going to be here for weeks and weeks and weeks. What am I going to do?”

      “At least he’s handsome,” Cara said. “Imagine if you had to stare at some guy with no neck all day and night—”

      Annie stared up at her. “Yeah, terrific. Great. Wonderful. He’s handsome. He’s gorgeous. To tell you the truth, I’d prefer staring at some guy with no neck. Taylor’s so good-looking, it’s distracting as hell, and he’s…standing in the door, listening to me say this,” Annie said, looking over at Pete, who was leaning against the door frame, amusement in his dark eyes.

      “We were talking about you,” Cara said unnecessarily. She smiled happily. “How embarrassing for us.”

      “It’s not embarrassing,” Annie said to Cara. “I mean, the fact that he’s gorgeous shouldn’t come as big news to him. He knows what he looks like. And the fact that we were discussing him also shouldn’t put him into shock. He’s invading my life, and I deserve a chance to bitch and moan about it—about him.” Annie gestured toward Pete.

      Still smiling happily, Cara said, “Annie just spoke to Marshall—”

      “The bastard,” Annie interjected.

      “—on the phone,” Cara finished. “Looks like you might want to get your suitcase in from the car and put it someplace a little more permanent.”

      “Oh,” Pete said.

      “Don’t gloat,” Annie snapped.

      His eyebrows moved a millimeter. “All I said was—”

      “I’m so annoyed,” Annie said. “Marshall—”

      “The bastard,” Cara supplied.

      “—doesn’t think a woman can take care of herself,” Annie sputtered. “I asked him to hire a female bodyguard—no offense, Taylor—”

      “None taken,” he said.

      “—and Marshall—”

      “The bastard.” This time Pete interjected, his lips twitching up into a smile.

      “—laughed that obnoxious wheezing laugh of his.” Annie demonstrated it, sounding an awful lot like a circus seal in mortal terror. “And he said that he’d still have to pay Taylor—to protect the female bodyguard! He said being a bodyguard is a man’s job! Of all the stupid, chauvinistic things to say! And he topped it off by calling me ‘little lady’! As if ‘darlin” weren’t bad enough. So I told him I quit. I told him he could take the stupid artifact and have it authenticated by a stupid man.”

      “And?” СКАЧАТЬ