Return To Stony Ridge. Dani Sinclair

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      Under other circumstances, he would have come back with a teasing rejoinder, but tonight he was all out of humor.

      “If you decide to change, you can throw your wet stuff in the dryer,” he told her gruffly.

      She didn’t reply and he couldn’t tell what she was thinking.

      “Have you eaten?” he asked.

      “I’m fine.”

      “Suit yourself.”

      He crossed to the gas stove and put the kettle on. A powerful gust of wind shook the old farmhouse. Aware of her standing there looking a bit uncertain, he pulled out a box of vanilla wafers. Instantly, Lucky appeared at his side.

      “These aren’t for you, dog.”

      His stubby tail wagged and Lucky offered a wide doggy grin. Before the woman even moved, R.J. sensed she’d made up her mind. Without a word, she went back into the laundry room and he heard the dryer open.

      Satisfied, he relaxed and put the cookies on a plate. Then he set about preparing a couple of mugs of hot chocolate. Barefoot, he padded into the living room, mindful of the littered floor. After starting a fire in the fireplace, he set up a couple of TV trays. Lucky stayed with him, hoping a cookie or two might find their way to the floor.

      “All you think about is your stomach, dog.”

      Lucky woofed agreement. R.J. was aware that the woman had gone into the bathroom. He carried the mugs of chocolate into the living room and waited. A few minutes later, he heard her start the clothes dryer.

      “I hope you like marshmallows in your chocolate,” he said when she came in, surveyed the room and perched uneasily on the edge of the couch across from him. The couch was closer to the fireplace. He figured she probably needed the warmth it would offer once the fire caught properly.

      She wore a pair of his sweatpants beneath his old sweatshirt. He assumed she’d donned the clean T-shirt as well. She really did look exhausted. And ill at ease.

      “What did you do with the gun?”

      Her hand automatically went to her waist. “Why?”

      “I like to keep track of things like guns in my house, lady. Lucky’s a gentle animal, but he takes a dim view of anyone trying to harm the person who fills his food bowl.”

      Lucky gazed up at him hopefully, tongue lolling. Her color heightened, but she didn’t apologize. He sort of liked that about her.

      “Stop calling me lady.”

      “Fine. Give me a name.”

      “Teri.”

      “Just Teri?”

      “For now.”

      And he sort of liked that, as well. She might be tired and scared, but she wasn’t going to let him intimidate her.

      “Okay. We’ve established that I’m R.J. Monroe and you came here to see me. I’m guessing you don’t want your house redone in the middle of the night, so what can I do for you?”

      TERI HESITATED a second before meeting his gaze. She had the strongest urge to tell him she was Corey’s aunt and all she wanted was her nephew. But the sense of suppressed violence in him stilled the words.

      “Tell me what you did with Valerie and Corey,” she demanded instead.

      R.J. paused in the act of lifting a cookie. Of all the things he’d expected her to say, apparently, that hadn’t been one of them.

      “What does a woman from Texas want with Valerie and her son?” he asked slowly.

      A flare of panic turned her hot, then cold. “How do you know I’m from Texas?”

      “License plate on your car.”

      So that was what had taken him so long outside. It hadn’t occurred to her that he’d check out her car, but she’d locked it. She was pretty sure she’d locked it. So she told herself it didn’t matter and lifted her chin.

      “Where are they?”

      “Why should I tell you?”

      She decided she didn’t like him. He was too handsome, too arrogant and more than a little intimidating. And he knew it, too. He was deliberately baiting her. On the other hand, she needed his cooperation.

      “We don’t have time for games, Mr. Monroe. I’m a private investigator. Lester Boyington knows his wife came here to meet you. He found your e-mail about Heartskeep.”

      Watching him closely, she saw his jaw harden as his body tensed.

      “If he gets to her,” she added firmly, “he’ll kill her.”

      He tossed the uneaten cookie to Lucky who snapped it out of the air and waited hopefully for more.

      The man didn’t look at the animal. His gaze remained fastened on hers. It took real effort not to squirm under that steady stare.

      “And you know this because…?”

      Anger made her snap at him. “Because I broke into their house early this morning and found your e-mail on their computer. I half hoped it was a false trail she’d laid for Lester to follow. But it wasn’t, was it?”

      “You broke into their house?”

      She shouldn’t have told him that, yet it didn’t seem to shock him. He probably figured investigators did things like that every day. Still, she picked her next words with more care.

      “I’d been watching the house since dawn. When I was certain Lester wasn’t inside, I went in to get them out but they were already gone. Valerie had left the computer on—or someone had. Your message was on the screen.”

      R.J. swore. His expression was angry enough to send her hand toward her waistband.

      “Why were you trying to get them out?”

      “Because Lester Boyington is dangerous.”

      He studied her expression as if trying to read her mind.

      “Who are you, Teri?”

      Her eyes flicked away from his gaze afraid he’d see the lie. “I told you, I’m a private investigator. My name’s Teri Johnson.”

      “Let me see your license.”

      She set her jaw. “It’s in my purse and as you’ve already seen, that’s in the car.”

      “Who are you working for?”

      She was on safer ground now. “That’s privileged information.”

      “Consider me privileged, then.”

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