Cowboy to the Core. Joanna Wayne

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СКАЧАТЬ turned to watch a rickshaw go by that was being pulled by a scantily clad slave lad. The pseudo lord and lady riding in the cart waved.

      “This is so neat,” Katie said. “Like taking a time machine into the past. I can’t wait until we get our costumes for tonight’s party.”

      Dani wasn’t quite up to that yet. She checked the program and her watch. “The next jousting exhibition is at one o’clock. That gives us twenty minutes, if you want to make that performance.”

      “Let’s do it,” Celeste and Katie said in unison.

      A few seconds later they’d checked the map and were on their way across the festival grounds to the day’s next adventure. The girls hurried ahead but stopped frequently to peek at wares on display outside of the shops—jewelry; sandals; pewter, fire-breathing dragons cast in stone. Some findings were far more authentic than others. All of them captured the Renaissance spirit.

      The spirit of revelry started to dissolve Dani’s misgivings about having come here today. Maybe the warning was just for her not to buy a green dress for the party or wedding. No problem there. She’d go in her jeans first.

      But suppose someone else wore that dress to the party, maybe even Bethany Sue?

      She shook her head to clear it, then stood perfectly still when she got this disconcerting feeling that someone was watching her. She turned. No one was paying her the slightest attention, not with two busty wenches posing for pictures near the beer stand.

      If she was going to be this jumpy all weekend, she should just pack it up and go home. Or perhaps she should have held on to the sexy cowboy a while longer, even invited him to the party tonight as her guest. A new image took hold in her mind, this one of her in Marcus Abbot’s arms, dancing beneath a star-studded sky.

      The slow burn that settled between her thighs sent a quick flush to her cheeks. Lusting after strangers was not her style. She had to get out more. It had been months—no, make that a solid year—since she’d had any intimate contact with a man.

      With good reason, she reminded herself. Her last date had been a miserable exercise in how much boredom she could endure.

      As a group of sexy wenches passed, a young teenage boy walked up to her and stuck out a note. “I’m supposed to give you this.”

      Dani took the slip of paper and read the message that was printed in black ink.

      Beware of the dark knight.

      The boy started to walk away. She slipped the note into her pocket and hurried to catch up with him. “Why did you give me that?”

      “That man back there asked me to.”

      “What man? Show me.”

      He looked around. “I don’t see him now, but he was standing right back there by that tree a minute ago.”

      “Was he wearing a cowboy hat?”

      “Naw.”

      “In costume?”

      The kid shook his head. “He was just dressed like a regular dude. Had on a blue polo shirt. That’s all I know.”

      A blue knit shirt, like the man she’d thought was watching her in the dress shop. “Did he have dark brown hair?”

      “Yeah, maybe. I gotta go catch up with my friends.”

      Dani pulled out the note and reread it, growing more perturbed by the second. She stuffed it back into her pocket when she saw the girls approaching.

      “Hey, Mom, you dropped this.”

      The cowboy’s business card. Dani must have lost it when she was fiddling with the note.

      “Marcus Abbot,” Celeste read from the card. “Double M Investigation and Protection Service. No boundaries, No limits. No job too tough.” She handed the card back to Dani.

      “Cool. A Rambo,” Katie said.

      “I think that means he’s a private detective, not a commando,” Dani said. But the card did advertise protection and no limits. She could hire him. And he’d laugh her right off the planet when she told him she needed protection from a dark knight.

      “There’s the jousting arena,” Katie said, pointing dead ahead of them to a huge circular wall adorned by busts.

       Beware the dark knight.

       A dagger plunged into a woman’s heart.

      “Hurry, Mom. We want to get a good seat.”

      Marcus’s card felt as if it were burning the palm of her hand, all but making the decision for her. “Go ahead,” she called. “Save me a seat. Something’s come up at work, and I have to make a quick phone call.”

      She might have a date for tonight’s party after all.

      Chapter Three

      Marcus was watching a pair of youngsters being hoisted onto the back of a large and extremely wrinkled elephant when his cell phone rang. The caller ID merely indicated a wireless connection. He punched the talk button. “Hello?”

      “Marcus?”

      He recognized the voice at once. “At your service.”

      “This is Dani Baxter. We had lunch together a few minutes ago.”

      A reminder, as if she were that easy to forget. “Glad you called. What’s up?”

      Too many seconds of silence followed. “Are you okay, Dani?”

      “Yeah. I’m fine. No more fainting,” she added hurriedly.

      “Good.” She sounded rattled.

      “I was just looking at your card, and I have what may sound like a strange request.”

      “Strange is my specialty.”

      “I’d like you to be my guest tonight for the prewedding party. It’s on the festival grounds at eight o’clock.”

      Not what he was expecting.

      “I’ll pay you, of course,” Dani added, as he tried to figure out what was going on here.

      “You must be looking at the wrong card. The Double M is not an escort service.”

      “I realize that. I’m not looking for an escort. I think—I mean it’s possible—I mean…Look, I’ll explain it all later, but the truth is I’ll feel better if I know the girls and I are in your hands tonight.”

      That was more like it. “Are you in danger, Dani?”

      “I’m not sure. Probably not. It’s just that…”

      The woman was a wreck, and she hadn’t seemed the irrational type. “Are you sure you’re СКАЧАТЬ