Rocky Mountain Mystery. Cassie Miles
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Название: Rocky Mountain Mystery

Автор: Cassie Miles

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Зарубежные детективы

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isbn: 9781472034366

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СКАЧАТЬ him. With his black hair and blue eyes, he was handsome. And he was funny. And kind. Could there be something more between them than friendship?

      “Come on, Blair.” His eyebrows lifted, teasing. “Let me see that bathing suit again.”

      “If you want curves, take a drive down the Pikes Peak.”

      “Are you scared to give me another glimpse?”

      He was definitely flirting with her. It had been ages since she’d played this kind of game with a man. “Scared of you? No way.”

      “Then do it.”

      “Open my robe?”

      “Or forever be branded a coward,” he said.

      “I’m no chicken.” She untied the terry cloth sash. She literally put her best leg forward as she slowly parted the material and offered him a view.

      “Very nice.” The corner of his mouth curved in a half-grin, and he reached toward her. His hands slipped inside her robe and rested on either side of her rib cage. “You’re perfectly proportioned.”

      “Nobody’s perfect.”

      “Lady, you’re close.”

      She ought to object to his overture. Blair wasn’t the kind of woman who tumbled easily. She had more self-control in her little finger than most people had in their whole body. But, instead of pulling away, she leaned toward him.

      She wanted to be held—wanted her electric-blue swimsuit to leave a damp impression on his rumpled shirt and khaki trousers. And she offered no objection when his lips touched hers. The pressure of his mouth was firm but tentative. This wasn’t a passionate kiss but more of an exploration, a testing of boundaries.

      Then his hands encircled her torso, and he pulled her closer, crushing her against him.

      His kiss became more demanding. His tongue forced her lips to part.

      A sudden, pleasant heat shimmered through her body like a mirage. Her boundaries crumbled as she swooned against him. It had been so long. She’d missed this tenderness, this passion, this intimacy. She wanted to let go of all inhibitions and tear away their clothes.

      But that would be crazy. Foolish. She would never risk her heart again. Awkwardly she separated from him, taking a clumsy step backward, ending their delicious embrace. “How did that happen?”

      “I could show you again,” he offered.

      “I think not.” When she turned away from him, a secret smile of pure delight played across her lips. “Now, I’m going to change clothes.”

      “I like black lingerie,” David said.

      “Dream on.”

      “I will.”

      As he watched her leave the room, David exhaled the breath he’d been holding. He felt like a very lucky man. Three times lucky.

      Once lucky because when he contacted CCC, the first name Adam mentioned was his old friend, Blair.

      Twice lucky because Blair was glad to see him.

      Lucky times three, because she kissed him back. He’d felt her body yearning toward him, and he could tell that she was as hot as he was. Maybe even hotter.

      He strolled across the carpet and sank into a recliner chair. Why hadn’t he kissed her sooner? Years sooner?

      Leaning back in the chair, he checked out her condo. The recliner where he sat was the only comfortable piece of furniture. The rest of the room was exercise equipment: a treadmill, a stationary bicycle and a mat for floor exercises. There was a small table with two chairs in the dining area—not a space that was large enough for entertaining. The blinds were drawn.

      David recognized the no-frills decor. This was a purely functional space for a single person. In that way it reminded him of his own town house, which was nicely furnished but unused except for the desk and the bed.

      In just a few minutes she returned to the living room. She wore jeans and a purple jersey shirt with a white collar. Her gait was different. He assumed that her black shoes were fitted with lifts that made walking easier. She’d blown dry her short brown hair in a cute tousled style that made him want to run his fingers through it.

      “I have a question,” she said. “About the woman who was killed yesterday, what was her profession?”

      David knew exactly where she was going. The Fisherman chose his victims carefully. Though he was subtle, there was evidence that he stalked these women before he abducted and killed them. His six victims came from three workplaces: hospital, newspaper and law enforcement. “She was a cop.”

      Blair cringed. “I assume she wasn’t on duty.”

      “She was retired,” he said. “A former homicide detective. She quit the force last year to stay home with her family.”

      “Oh, no. She had kids?”

      “Two boys. They’re both grown and in college. The victim spent most of her time taking care of her aging parents.” There was one more piece of information he needed to tell her. “This latest victim was one of the investigators on the Fisherman murders five years ago.”

      “Her name?”

      “Pamela Comforti.”

      Blair gasped. “I knew her.”

      David was beginning to regret his request that Blair get involved in the investigation. She’d been through enough. She didn’t need to be dragged back into this tragedy. “I’m sorry.”

      She glanced at her wristwatch. “There’s not much time before I need to call Adam. What do you think I should do?”

      “I’m torn,” he said honestly.

      “Why?”

      “Of course I want your input. You were the medical examiner in charge of the prior murders. You’re smart. You know how to interpret the data. And you know the Fisherman’s modus operandi.”

      However, as she’d mentioned before, the prior investigation had become personal. At the time, Blair had been assigned a bodyguard. “Why did the police consider you a target?”

      “Godiva chocolate.” She went toward the kitchen. “Come in here with me while I make sandwiches.”

      He followed her to the small galley kitchen. Though David knew most of the details on the Fisherman murders, her reference wasn’t familiar. “What about Godiva chocolate?”

      “It was a detail that the police kept secret,” she said as she went to the fridge and took out the makings for sandwiches.

      “Are you going to tell me?” he asked.

      She turned and faced him. Her green eyes, surrounded by thick black lashes, shone bright. “Because I did the autopsy on the first victim, the Fisherman serial murders became my case.”

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