Название: Outside the Law
Автор: Kara Lennox
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9781472027528
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CHAPTER ONE
“ASKHIMNOW.”
Beth McClelland shrank back into the hallway, her mind screaming Chicken! “He looks busy.”
“He’s probably just surfing the web. Computer geeks can always look busy.” Raleigh Shinn, Beth’s best friend, stood behind her with a hand on her shoulder, ready to push if necessary.
But Beth planted her feet firmly. It had seemed like a good idea yesterday, buying tickets to a zydeco concert, then casually telling Mitch Delacroix she had an extra if he wanted to come with her. She knew he liked that kind of music because he often played it as background noise while he hunted online for elusive data or missing witnesses.
“What if he says no?” Beth knew she sounded like a teenager, but she wasn’t ready for rejection. Since her last relationship had been so disastrous, she wanted to ease back into the dating world. Shouldn’t her first foray be with someone easier? Someone less complicated? Someone she didn’t care about?
She and Mitch had become friends. They had an easy working relationship and she genuinely enjoyed hanging out with him. Taking it to the next level might be a logical choice—or a disaster.
“He won’t say no,” Raleigh insisted. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you, and you said he isn’t dating anyone seriously.”
“Then why hasn’t he asked me out?” He certainly flirted enough.
“Stop stalling and get this over with, please. I’m tired of watching you make cow eyes at him. If he says no—which he won’t—you can at least move on.”
Raleigh was a compassionate friend, but she never minced words. Her legal training had taught her to get to the heart of the matter in the most direct way possible.
“Can I help you ladies with something?”
Beth stifled a gasp and took a step back. While she’d been arguing with Raleigh, Mitch Delacroix had come out of his chair and walked over. He now stood less than two feet away, his thumbs hooked into the pockets of his faded jeans.
She tried to say something, but her tongue had grown twice its normal size and her brain felt as though it just went through a blender. She had no trouble testifying in court about DNA molecules and ion exchange chromatography, and normally she could hold her own with men, professionally or socially. But just the thought of asking Mitch Delacroix out on a date—a real date—twisted her up inside. She’d never been interested in someone she worked with before, so maybe her instincts were trying to tell her this was a bad idea.
To hell with instincts. She wanted Mitch and she wasn’t going to let anything stop her.
Raleigh leaned in and whispered, “Don’t screw this up. I’m out of here.” She walked away, leaving Beth and Mitch standing in the doorway.
He looked at her expectantly, a smile playing on his sexy mouth.
Crap. She struggled to come up with a credible excuse for why she’d walked into the bull pen.
Mitch’s desk phone chose that moment to buzz. He ignored it at first, but it buzzed again. “Mitch, pick up.” The voice of Celeste Boggs, office manager for Project Justice, boomed over the intercom, sounding bossy even for Celeste. No, not just bossy. Tense and worried.
“You better get that,” Beth said, pleased she could string words together.
Mitch rolled his eyes. “What now? You think she’s mad because I took the last doughnut?” But he returned to his desk and grabbed the phone. “Yo, Celeste, what’s up?”
Beth stared greedily as his attention moved to the phone call. His light brown hair, streaked with blond from the sun, was well past his collar and unruly—the kind of hair that was hard to tame so he didn’t bother trying. Her perusal moved to his body; his typical geek’s ratty T-shirt revealed biceps and a nicely muscled chest that were decidedly atypical, and his tanned skin meant he did not spend every minute staring at a screen.
How was it that he looked so sexy even talking on the phone? He had this quiet confidence that was so appealing—not like the macho guys she’d been attracted to in the past, the ones with swagger and swelled muscles. But she was so over macho guys. A cute geek with a touch of bad boy might be exactly what she needed in her life—and in her bed.
“I’ll be right up,” he said, looking serious as he hung up the phone.
“Is something wrong?”
“Celeste says there’s a Louisiana cop asking to see me.”
That couldn’t be good news. Had there been an accident? Mitch was from a small town in Louisiana, so he was bound to have some family there.
“Walk with me up to the front desk. You wanted to talk to me about something?”
She didn’t want to ask him out on a date if he was about to get bad news. Then again, if she didn’t do it now, she never would.
Just do it. This was Mitch, her friend.
“Uh, I have two tickets to see Dirty Rice next Friday and I thought you might like to go.”
There. She’d at least said the words, though with far less charm than she’d envisioned. She held her breath, bracing for the blow.
“Oh, hell, Beth, I can’t Friday night. I have something planned already. Maybe Billy would take the extra ticket off your hands.”
“Yeah, maybe. I’ll ask him.” Dammit. She was going to kill Raleigh—this was all her fault. Of course Mitch had said no. He probably already had a date for Friday night. Guys like Mitch didn’t sit around waiting for women to ask them out. They made plans. They did the asking.
What had she been thinking?
She wanted to run for the safety of her lab, where she could hide behind a microscope. But Mitch would know something was wrong if she suddenly took off like her tail was on fire. So she kept walking with him down the hall to the lobby, pretending she hadn’t just had her heart body-slammed.
“Celeste didn’t say what the cop wanted?” she asked, desperate to fill the silence. A Louisiana cop wouldn’t drive all the way to Houston on a whim; chances were good he was here on official business, and that СКАЧАТЬ