Man In Control. Diana Palmer

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СКАЧАТЬ wouldn’t argue with that,” she had to agree. “I hear that Manuel Lopez mysteriously blew up in the Bahamas the year before last, and nobody’s replaced him yet,” she added. “Did you have anything to do with his sudden demise?”

      “DEA agents don’t blow up drug lords. Not even one as bad as Lopez.”

      “Somebody did.”

      He glanced at her with a faint smile. “In a manner of speaking.”

      “One of the former mercs from Jacobsville, I heard.”

      “Micah Steele was somewhere around when it happened. He’s never been actually connected with Lopez’s death.”

      “He moved back here and married Callie Kirby, didn’t he?. They have a little girl now.”

      He nodded. “He’s practicing medicine at Jacobsville General as a resident, hoping to go into private practice when he finishes his last semester of study.”

      “Lucky Callie,” she murmured absently, staring out the window. “She always wanted to get married and have kids, and she was crazy about Micah most of her life.”

      He watched her curiously. “Didn’t you want to get married, too?”

      She didn’t answer. “So now that Lopez is out of the way, and nobody’s replaced him, you don’t have a lot to do, do you?”

      He laughed shortly. “Lopez has a new successor, a Peruvian national living in Mexico on an open-ended visa. He’s got colleagues in Houston helping him smuggle his product into the United States.”

      “Do you know who they are?” she asked excitedly.

      He gave her a cold glare. “Oh, sure, I’m going to tell you their names right now.”

      “You don’t have to be sarcastic, Cobb,” she said icily.

      One thick eyebrow jerked. “You’re the only person I know, outside work, who uses my last name as if it were my first name.”

      “You don’t use my real name, either.”

      “Don’t I?” He seemed surprised. He glanced at her. “You don’t look like a Jordana.”

      “I never thought I looked like a Jordana, either,” she said with a sigh. “My mother loved odd names. She even gave them to the cats.”

      Remembering her mother made her sad. She’d lost both parents in a freak accident during a modest vacation in Florida after her high school graduation. Her parents had gone swimming in the ocean, having no idea that the pretty red flags on the beach warned of treacherous riptides that could drown even experienced swimmers. Which her mother and father were not. She could still remember the horror of it. Alexander had come to take care of the details, and to get her back home. Odd how many tragedies and crises he’d seen her through over the years.

      “Your mother was a sweet woman,” he recalled. “I’m sorry you lost her. And your father.”

      “He was a sweet man, too,” she recalled. It had been eight years ago, and she could remember happy times now, but it still made her sad to think of them.

      “Strange, isn’t it, that you don’t take after either of them?” he asked caustically. “No man in his right mind could call you ‘sweet.’”

      “Stop right there, Cobb,” she threatened, using his last name again. It was much more comfortable than getting personal with the nickname Margie used for him. “I could say things about you, too.”

      “What? That I’m dashing and intelligent and the answer to a maiden’s prayer?” He pursed his lips and glanced her way as he pulled into the road that led to the ranch. “Which brings up another question. Are you sleeping with that airheaded boss of yours at work yet?”

      “He is not airheaded!” she exclaimed, offended.

      “He eats tofu and quiche, he drives a red convertible of uncertain age, he plays tennis and he doesn’t know how to program a computer without crashing the system.”

      That was far too knowledgeable to have come from a dossier. Her eyes narrowed. “You’ve had him checked out!” she accused with certainty.

      He only smiled. It wasn’t a nice smile.

      Two

      “You can’t go around snooping into people’s private lives like that,” Jodie exclaimed heatedly. “It’s not right!”

      “I’m looking for a high-level divisional manager who works for the new drug lord in his Houston territory,” he replied calmly. “I check out everybody who might have an inkling of what’s going on.” He turned his head slightly. “I even checked you out.”

      “Me?” she exclaimed.

      He gave her a speaking look. “I should have known better. If I had a social life like yours, I’d join a convent.”

      “I can see you now, in long skirts…”

      “It was a figure of speech,” he said curtly. He pulled into the road that led up to the ranch house. “You haven’t been on a date in two years. Amazing, considering how many eligible bachelors there are in your building alone, much less the whole of Houston.” He gave her a penetrating stare. “Are you sure you aren’t still stuck on me?”

      She drew in a short breath. “Oh, sure, I am,” she muttered. “I only come down here so that I can sit and moon over you and think of ways to poison all your girlfriends.”

      He chuckled in spite of himself. “Okay. I get the idea.”

      “Who in my building do you suspect, exactly?” she persisted.

      He hesitated. His dark brows drew together in a frown as the ranch house came into view down the long, dusty road. “I can’t tell you that,” he said. “Right now it’s only a suspicion.”

      “I could help you trap him,” she volunteered. “If I get a gun, that is. I won’t help you if I have to be unarmed.”

      He chuckled again. “You shoot like you drive, Jodie.”

      She made an angry sound in her throat. “I could shoot just fine if I got enough practice. Is it my fault that my landlord doesn’t like us busting targets in my apartment building?”

      “Have Margie invite you down just to shoot. She can teach you as well as I can.”

      It was an unpleasant reminder that he wasn’t keen on being with her.

      “I don’t remember asking you to teach me anything,” she returned.

      He pulled up in front of the house. “Well, not lately, at least,” he had to agree.

      Margie heard the car drive up and came barreling out onto the porch. She was tall, like Alexander, and she had green eyes, too, but her dark hair had faint undertones of auburn. She was pretty, unlike poor Jodie, and she wore anything with flair. She designed and made her own clothes, СКАЧАТЬ