Take It Down. Kira Sinclair

Чтение книги онлайн.

СКАЧАТЬ the back and signaling to the bartender. Magically another of the frothy pink concoctions she’d been drinking all night appeared at her elbow.

      She frowned, throwing a daggered look over her shoulder. “You don’t take no very well, do you?”

      “Not usually. And you don’t mingle very well.” He threw a hand out behind them, gesturing to the crowd of rowdy twenty- and thirty-something singles laughing and having a good time.

      “Maybe I just don’t feel like chatting right now.”

      “What kind of woman comes to a resort that specializes in providing fertile hunting grounds for prowling singles, and doesn’t bother to actually prowl?”

      A flush of anger and embarrassment suffused her skin and, before she could stop herself, she swung around in her chair to fully face him.

      “I don’t know. The kind who had her hands unjustly handcuffed to a chair a few hours ago. Let’s just say, I’m not exactly in a partying mood.”

      “Oh, we both know my actions were justified.”

      “So much for that apology.”

      He shrugged. “I tried.”

      “Let me guess, the mystery man made you do this. I bet it galls the hell out of you that he believes me.”

      Elle’s gaze strayed to his lips as they twisted momentarily into a grimace. There was something enticing about the expression, about the way his upper lip was slightly larger than the bottom and the corners pulled down even when he wasn’t frowning. Which, from what she’d seen, wasn’t very often.

      “Jeez, you guys are all the same.”

      “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

      “The minute they tell you they don’t need you on the force anymore—you’re too old, you’re injured, you made some bonehead mistake—you all turn mean and nasty. Can’t stand to sit with your hands under your ass, useless and restless.”

      He raised a single eyebrow, but didn’t say anything.

      “So, what was it? My guess is you got shot, because you’re way too young to be benched at a desk, and despite the fact that you’re acting outside of orders at the moment, you’re too by the book for a bonehead mistake.”

      She regretted the words almost the minute they left her mouth. She looked into his eyes and saw the pain lurking there, deep in the back. She’d hit her mark, all right and injured an already wounded man.

      She didn’t want to feel guilty, not about hurting the good officer. But she couldn’t help it. She’d grown up around guys exactly like him. They were all tough as nails. Until they weren’t.

      “I’m sorry.” The words were low as they left her lips. Part of her hoped the loud music and laughing crowd would drown them out. The other part knew she wouldn’t sleep tonight because of the guilt if he didn’t hear them.

      “I’m sorry,” she said louder.

      His eyes cut across at her from beneath smoky lashes. “I heard you the first time.”

      Elle sighed. “Yeah, well, I wasn’t sure.”

      “Not your fault.”

      “Maybe.” Picking up the glass in front of her, she threw it back and let the semimelted rum-soaked ice fill her mouth.

      “You wanna make it up to me? Tell me what you were really doing this afternoon.”

      She wasn’t feeling that guilty.

      “I already told you.”

      “And we both know that was a lie.”

      This time, it was her turn to shrug.

      “Then I guess you’re just going to have to add this to your long list of disappointments.”

      Elle pushed up from the bar, ignoring the way it spun lazily around her. She wobbled on her low-slung heels for a moment before the world finally righted itself.

      “Are you okay?”

      Before she could blink, Zane was standing beside her, his hand wrapped around her elbow again. The moment felt like déjà vu in a not very pleasant way.

      Jerking her arm out of his grasp, she said, “I’m fine.”

      So the—one, two, four, five? Dang, she’d had more than she’d realized—fluffy drinks that had seemed rather harmless while sitting down had gone to her head. She had only a short walk to the main building and a ride in the elevator before she could crash in her own room and sleep off the alcohol haze. Maybe when she woke up, she’d have a brilliant solution to her problem.

      “At least let me walk you to your room.”

      “I don’t think so.” Giving him her back, she strode away.

      Outside the bar, the salt-tinged air began to clear her head. It was a beautiful night, the slivered moon just barely gilding the silky sand and the crystal-clear water.

      What she wouldn’t give to have a paintbrush in her hand right now. To capture the beauty of this place forever.

      The loud music and bright lights of the bar faded, leaving her feeling alone in the tropical paradise. If she’d been here for any other reason, she might have enjoyed the sense of peace that stole over her. It was an unexpected gift at the end of a rather trying day.

      Stopping in the middle of the deserted path, she closed her eyes and breathed in the perfectly warm air.

      A burst of laughter from behind galvanized her into motion again.

      The sandals she’d thrown on only because they matched her sundress clicked loudly against the concrete path. So loudly that it took her a minute to pick up the sound of the second pair of footsteps following behind her. They were quiet and, if her own overprotective father hadn’t trained her, she probably never would have picked up on them. But, living in Atlanta, her daddy had made sure she was always aware of her surroundings and could defend herself.

      Her sluggish brain reacted a little slower than she would have liked, but it took her only a few moments to assess the situation. She was alone on a dark path, surrounded by thick landscaping and plenty of nooks and crannies that could be used to pull her into the shadows.

      The parade of men she’d grown increasingly harsher with as the night had gone on marched through her brain. Crap, she should have been nicer.

       3

      ZANE TAILED ELLE. FOLLOWING her had nothing to do with suspicions and everything to do with the fact that she’d looked less than steady on her feet back at the bar. She might have regained her balance fairly quickly, but he wasn’t in the habit of letting drunk women walk home alone.

      That was just asking for trouble. He’d worked enough cases with female victims who had been in the wrong place at the right time and ended up dead. And while the likelihood СКАЧАТЬ