Don't Cry. Beverly Barton

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СКАЧАТЬ of experience had honed her bedroom skills. If there was one thing Holly Johnston did well outside of her profession as an ADA, it was sexually pleasing a man.

      After a second vigorous round of hot and heavy, J.D. lay there completely spent, his hips and legs tangled in the top sheet. Holly rested beside him, her luscious body uncovered, a fine sheen of perspiration glistening on her skin from forehead to knees. As she sighed contentedly, she turned over and propped her elbow on the pillow as she looked down at J.D.

      When she continued staring at him without saying anything, he grinned. “What?” he asked.

      “If I were a different kind of woman, I think you would be on my top ten list of candidates.”

      If he didn’t know Holly so well, her statement might have unnerved him. “Candidate for what?”

      She laughed. “For a husband, of course.”

      “God forbid.” He lifted his hand and ran his index finger over her throat and down between her large, round breasts. “I tried that once. I made a lousy husband.”

      She caught his caressing hand and lifted it off her naked body. “I have no doubt of that.” She sat up, twisted around, and placed her feet on the carpeted floor. Glancing over her shoulder, she ran her tongue across her lips in a playfully seductive manner. “If all I wanted in a husband was a big dick and mind-blowing sex, you’d be my number one candidate, but when I eventually get married, it won’t be for sex or even for love.”

      Holly got out of bed, picked up the satin robe lying on the floor, and slipped into the semisheer knee-length garment.

      “I believe that was a backhanded compliment.” J.D. untangled his legs from the sheet and shot up off the bed. When he reached out and grabbed Holly from behind, she didn’t protest.

      Just as she turned in his arms and lifted her face for a kiss, his phone rang. He eyed the pile of clothes on the floor where his phone lay atop his slacks.

      “Let it go to voice mail.” Holly rubbed herself against him.

      “I would, but I’ve got a kid, remember?”

      Holly moaned. “You have my sympathy.” She disengaged herself from his loose hold and headed toward the bathroom.

      J.D. bent down and picked up his phone. The caller I.D. read Cara Oliver. Damn! He figured Cara Oliver was Jacy Oliver’s aunt, the one who was chaperoning Jacy, Zoe, and their friends at the mall.

      So help me, Zoe, if you’ve done something stupid, I’m going to—!

      The incessant ringing reminded J.D. that instead of assuming the worst about his daughter, he should simply answer the phone and find out what was what.

      “J.D. Cass,” he said when he took the call.

      “Mr. Cass, this is Cara Oliver,” the soft, concerned voice said. “I’m Jacy’s aunt.”

      “Is something wrong, Ms. Oliver?” Please, God, please let her say no.

      “I—I don’t know quite how to say this, but…well, Zoe is missing.”

      “What!”

      “I take full responsibility,” Cara Oliver said. “The girls were sitting in the food court. We’d just gotten ice cream and…I went to the restroom and when I came back, the girls were gone.”

      “Are all the girls missing?”

      “No. I found Jacy, Presley, and Reesa, but when I asked them where Zoe was, they swore they didn’t know. But…”

      “But?” J.D. demanded.

      “But I think they know something.”

      “Are you still at the mall?”

      “Yes. We’re here at the food court.”

      “Stay there. I’m on my way.”

      “Mr. Cass, I am so very sorry about this.”

      “It’s not your fault, Ms. Oliver. Zoe is a very resourceful girl and if she wanted to slip away from your watchful eye, she’d have found a way regardless of what you did or didn’t do.”

      J.D. tossed the phone on the bed, picked up his clothes, and dressed quickly. He didn’t have time for even a quick, much-needed shower. Just as he slipped the phone into the belt holder, Holly came out of the bathroom.

      “Leaving?” she asked.

      “Yeah, sorry, babe. Fatherhood duties call.”

      Holly raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

      “Zoe’s pulled a disappearing act. I have to go find her.”

      “I hate to hear that. Since our acts one and two were so exciting, I was really looking forward to act three.”

      “Yeah, me, too.” He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and then swatted her behind. “I’ll call you later.”

      “And I may or may not be available.”

      J.D. chuckled as he walked toward the door, but by the time he exited Holly’s apartment, his thoughts had turned completely to his daughter.

      Damn it, Zoe, what are you up to now?

      At sixty-one, Wayne Sherrod was still a good-looking man. Tall, robust, broad shouldered. He kept his thick, silvery white hair cut short and was, as he always had been, clean-shaven and neat. A medic in Vietnam when he’d been barely nineteen, Wayne never spoke of what had to have been a horrific experience. Audrey could never remember a time in her entire life when she’d heard her father talk about his past. Nothing about being a child, a teenager, or a soldier. During her lifetime, he’d always been a police officer, and according to those who knew him best, he’d been a damn fine lawman.

      But he’d been a terrible father, especially after he and her mother had divorced. Maybe, if Blake had lived…

      When her father entered the second floor of the PSC, she wanted to rush to him, put her arms around him, and tell him she was there for him. How stupid was that? After a lifetime of being mostly ignored and often neglected by her dad, a part of her still longed for a genuine father/daughter relationship. Just once, she wanted to hear Wayne Sherrod tell her that he loved her.

      Head held high, shoulders squared and straight, he marched toward Garth’s office, the door open and the four of them waiting anxiously as he approached.

      Willie cleared his throat. “Let me do the talking.”

      “For the record, I’m against doing this,” Garth told them for the umpteenth time since Willie had phoned Wayne.

      Standing at her side, Tam reached down and grasped Audrey’s clenched fist. Audrey looked at her best friend, relaxed her fingers, clutched Tam’s hand, and gave it a hard squeeze.

      Wayne paused in the doorway, surveyed the foursome, and settled his gaze on Willie. “What’s this about?”

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