Darkness Calls. Caridad Pineiro

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      “First of all, let’s make it Ryder if we’re going to be working together,” he said, wanting to break down some of the barriers between them.

      She hesitated but finally relented. “Ryder it is then, as long as you call me Diana.”

      “I’m sorry, Diana, for ignoring you, but I think I need a break.”

      “I asked if you wanted to get some dinner. There’s a little Italian place two blocks away where we can grab a bite and then head to your club.” She rattled off the name of the restaurant.

      Ryder nodded, although the bite he intended to grab was way different than what Diana had just proposed. “I just need to make a call first,” he said, and she offered the use of her phone. He declined. “It’s personal.”

      Her expressive gold-green eyes widened, and she surprised him by giving him an amused grin. “Sorry to make you cancel a hot date. I need to freshen up, anyway, so I’ll be back in a few minutes.” She rose and left the room, leaving Ryder in privacy, but not to cancel a hot date. On the contrary, he needed to make plans for an ice-cold bag of blood.

      He reached to his side, removed his cell phone from the clip on his belt and picked up the framed snapshot of her family. Her mother, father and brother stood close to a younger Diana. All were smiling. He replaced the frame on her desk, depressed the number one on his phone and held it until Danvers answered with a soft, almost annoyed “Yes, Ryder.”

      “I need you to bring a snack.” He gave Melissa the name and address of the restaurant. “I’ll try to stall for about half an hour or so to give you time to get there. Beep me when you’re ready, and I’ll meet you inside the men’s room.”

      “Oh, come on. Not the men’s room again,” Melissa complained, but Ryder just laughed and reiterated his request.

      “Yeah, although I think I should get paid extra for the men’s room,” she joked. Over the years of servitude Ryder had not provided visible remuneration to the various Danvers who had assisted him. They served Ryder as a family tradition and out of friendship. Occasionally Ryder provided funds for things like Melissa’s schooling.

      “I’ll put something extra in this week’s envelope,” he answered, and heard her laugh before her tone turned serious.

      “So how was she—” A knock at the door precluded any additional discussion. “Gotta run,” Ryder said, and pushed the end button on the cellular, cutting Melissa off midsentence. Diana waited hesitantly by the door until he motioned her in.

      She entered, went immediately to her desk, unlocked her drawer, removed her holster and gun, and slipped them onto the back waistband of her pants. As she reached behind her, the fabric of her shirt pulled against her breasts, and Ryder couldn’t help but appreciate that though she was slender and petite, she managed to have curves in all the right places.

      As her gaze met his, she colored a becoming shade of pink and quickly dropped her hands to work at tucking in the hem of the soft cotton top. Without saying a word, she stalked to the door and grabbed her coat, leaving Ryder to follow her hurried flight down the hall and toward the elevator.

      She angrily punched the down button and waited, her foot tapping the floor in irritation. Her arms were crossed against those very enticing breasts, and Ryder couldn’t resist baiting her, intrigued by her passion. “Angry at something?”

      “Mr. Latimer—”

      “It was Ryder a few minutes ago, Diana.” She shot him a glare over her shoulder.

      “Ryder,” she started, her tone brusque, “I don’t appreciate you ogling me, especially if we’re going to be working together.”

      “Darlin’—” he began, but she cut him off by raising her hand.

      “I am not your darlin’, or sweetheart, or whatever else it is that you good ol’ Southern boys call your lady folk.”

      He laughed.

      “Well, okay then, Ms. Reyes,” he said, putting undue emphasis on the Ms. “As a man, it is, unfortunately, an inherent part of my nature to notice a very attractive woman when I see one. So, my apologies for noticing you.”

      Diana turned and faced him, searching for a way to counter his last statement without sounding like a total bitch, but he had effectively trapped her. “Touché, Ryder. I can see that I am going to have to watch myself around you.”

      Ryder smiled, broadly and unrepentantly. There was something about his smile that tempered her anger and started a slow curl of warmth in parts she’d rather not have warmed.

      “Darlin’, that is a shame,” he said, and again she found herself jumping as he pulled imaginary strings.

      “And why is that, Ryder?”

      “Because I was hoping you’d be busy watching me,” he replied without shame, leaving her standing there in openmouthed surprise as he stepped into the elevator. “Coming?” he queried, one dark eyebrow raised in challenge.

      Chapter 6

      Luigi’s was a local hangout for many of the agents and other employees of Federal Plaza. A medium-size, family-run Italian restaurant, it had been there for as long as anyone could remember. It was generally busy, even during the later hours when most regular workers had gone home.

      The interior was dimly lit and cozy, with an assortment of tables and booths. The tabletops boasted paper placemats with maps of Italy and tidbits about Roman history. Small votive candles glimmered at each table in an attempt to create a more intimate mood, though they were wasted on the suits who made up the majority of the diners.

      As Diana entered, the older woman at the hostess’s table threw open her ample arms, embraced Diana and let out a stream of Italian that could have been expletives or endearments for all Ryder knew.

      Diana smiled and hugged the woman. When there was a break in the effusive monologue, Diana responded in a halting mix of Spanish and Italian, ending with “We’d like a table” in English. She glanced at Ryder as she spoke and shot him an awkward smile.

      The hostess raised one pudgy, but well-manicured, finger and pointed it at Ryder. “A friend, yes. Il suo amico?” she questioned, putting undue emphasis on the word, which Diana was quick to clarify. Too quick, Ryder thought with amusement, secretly pleased that Diana was affected by him.

      “Just a business acquaintance, Mama Isabel. We need to get some food. Good food,” she emphasized, and as she finished, Ryder’s beeper went off, alerting him to Danvers’s presence in the men’s room.

      He silenced the beeper and glanced around. The men’s room was down a small hall to the right of where they were standing. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to make a call,” he said, and took a step toward the hall.

      Diana looked at him oddly and pointed in the direction of the bar. “The pay phone is in there,” she replied, and then motioned to his belt where his cell phone was visible. “Or you can use that.”

      Ryder glanced at his phone. “Oh, no. The beeper can wait. It was СКАЧАТЬ