Night Watch. Suzanne Brockmann

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СКАЧАТЬ I’ve got to go check out Amber’s security system and I kind of promised I’d do it tonight.”

      “Amber?” Andy asked. If he were a dog, his ears would have pricked up.

      “Amber Tierney,” Wes told him. “Want to come to a party at her house tonight?”

      Andy laughed, his enthusiasm a little more genuine. “Yeah. She’s only the hottest woman in America. You actually know her?”

      “Amber’s sister—half sister, really—is a pretty good friend of mine.”

      “Don’t you have homework?” Brittany asked Andy.

      He looked at her. “Don’t you?”

      “Of course.” She smiled. “Race ya to see how much of it we can get done in the next forty-five minutes.”

      Andy grabbed his bag and bolted for his bedroom. “I don’t have a lot—the baseball team’s going to Phoenix tomorrow, remember?”

      Brittany wasn’t too far behind him. “Race ya anyway.”

      “I guess that’s a yes,” she heard Wes say as she closed her door.

      Chapter 5

      There was no doubt about it. Wes was certain that a picture of Amber Tierney’s house was going into the next edition of Webster’s dictionary—right next to the definition for pretentious.

      How much house—it was a castle, really—did one little twenty-two-year-old need?

      “Are you sure she’s not going to mind you bringing two mere mortals to her fancy party?” Brittany asked him as they approached the front gate—also pretentious. The gate itself was iron, but it connected to a high stone wall that had ornate iron pikes sticking out the top, like some kind of fortified medieval keep. The only thing missing were the severed heads of the enemy.

      Except the stones in the wall could give even a seven-year-old the toeholds necessary to scale the damn thing. And those pikes, although dramatic looking, wouldn’t even keep Wes’s grandmother out.

      “I’m positive,” he told Brittany as they waited for the goon at the gate to find his name on a guest list. “I told her I’d stayed with you last night—I thought maybe she might know Lt. Jones and Melody, but she didn’t. When she gave me the invite, she said, bring your friends. And that’s a direct quote.”

      And indeed, they were all waved past the gate and into the yard.

      As far as mere mortals went, Brittany really couldn’t be counted among them—not dressed the way she was. She had definitely transcended earthly limitations. She was wearing a black evening gown that accentuated her curves in a way that was entirely too distracting. The dress wasn’t low-cut or see-through the way some women’s were, but every time he glanced at her, it was like, hello.

      With her hair piled atop her head, and only slightly more makeup than she usually wore, she looked glamorous and elegant—as if she’d stepped out of a movie. Her smile was so damn genuine and relaxed. Everyone else looked tense, as if they had an agenda.

      And indeed, everyone was looking at them, no doubt wondering who the heck she was.

      “Everyone’s looking at you,” she whispered to Wes. “Nothing like a handsome man in uniform to create a stir.”

      He laughed. She needed to visit San Diego and reacquaint herself with the rest of Team Ten so she could get a clearer picture of what handsome was. “I hate to break it to you, but they’re looking at you, babycakes.”

      “Actually,” Andy joked, “they’re looking at me.”

      Brittany laughed and even more people looked in their direction.

      And Wes, idiot that he was, couldn’t stop thinking about how perfectly she’d fit in his arms. True, she’d only been there for a few short seconds, but she’d hit him with a full-body slam—chest to thighs. It was almost enough to make him regret telling her about Lana.

      God, he couldn’t believe he’d finally told someone the truth. He’d never told anyone about his feelings for Lana before—at least not when he was sober.

      But somehow, telling Brittany felt right. It felt good in a very strange way—knowing that someone else finally knew.

      Except here he was now, lusting after that same someone else.

      Of course, he’d trained himself to do that. To act on his attraction to women besides Lana. If he hadn’t, he’d be in a five-year dry spell instead of one that had lasted only ten months.

      Ten months without sex. Something was seriously wrong with him. But he honestly hadn’t wanted it.

      Correction. He had wanted it, but never when it was blatantly available. Although it had been close to forever since he’d wanted it this much.

      And right now, God help him, he was finding it hard to think about anything else.

      “Did I tell you that that dress makes you look like a goddess?” he murmured to Brittany now.

      She laughed, but her cheeks got a little pink. Wasn’t that interesting?

      He put his hand at her waist, pretending it was to steer her around a series of lounge chairs as they approached a huge swimming pool, but really just because he wanted to put his hand at her waist. She was warm and her dress was soft beneath his fingers, but not as soft as her skin would be, and…

      And he had to stop trying to figure out the best way to get her naked. He liked this woman too much to do anything that could hurt her.

      And telling Brittany all about how much he loved Lana and then trying to take her to bed would definitely hurt her.

      Or royally piss her off.

      Unless maybe he was honest about it…

      Yeah, that would be nice. Hey, Britt, of course you know I’m in love with Lana, but she’s not here and you are, and you’re really hot….

      Christ, he needed a cigarette. He needed to take his hands off of Brittany and find a beer for one and a cigarette for the other.

      But she turned toward him, moving even closer, lowering her voice to say, “Oh, my God! The entire cast of High Tide is here. And isn’t that Mark Wahlberg? And what’s his name, from Band of Brothers? And that girl who used to be on Buffy…”

      “Oh, yeah,” Andy said. “That’s her.”

      Britt’s body brushed against Wes’s and he forced himself to take a step back, made himself let go of her.

      She didn’t seem to notice, one way or the other. “Whoa, there’s that actress who plays that nurse on E.R. She is so good. Her mother must be a nurse, or maybe she just spent a lot of time doing research. Let’s go schmooze in her direction, can we?”

      “Why don’t you guys schmooze without me for a bit,” Wes said. “I should go inside, see if I can’t find Amber, maybe take a quick look at the security СКАЧАТЬ