Green Beret Bodyguard. Carol Ericson

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       He followed her directions, the only words out of her mouth on the drive to her place. Lola seemed to regret spilling that piece of information about her father, not that Jack had any right to pry. But her life seemed as complicated as his own right now.

       With the lights of South Beach beaming several blocks to the west, Lola directed him to a pink Art Deco building bordered by towering palm trees.

       When he pulled into her parking space in the underground garage, she turned to him. “How are you going to get back to your motel?”

       He shrugged. “How I’ve been getting around all along— bus, foot, taxi.”

       “You didn’t rent a car with all the cash you have?” Her low voice in the darkness of the car sounded seductive, even saying the most mundane words.

       “You still need to leave a credit card when you rent a car, and I don’t want to produce a trail.”

       She tossed her dark ponytail over her shoulder. “Why don’t you come up? I can give you the name of my father’s associate—the one who recommended you.”

       Should he? If he sank into her pink-frosted building, maybe he’d never want to leave. Never want to face what awaited him when his memory returned. What if he had a wife? Children?

       “Sure.” He cut the engine.

       As Jack followed her to the elevator, he watched the sway of her hips in her tight jeans. She moved like a temptress even in those canvas Vans she wore on her feet. Not the typical uniform for a doctor, but she hadn’t been on duty. He knew her schedule.

       She jabbed the elevator call button with her knuckle, and they watched for the orange arrow to move down the floors. Tapping her toe, Lola sighed. “This elevator takes forever.”

       When it arrived they stepped inside, and Jack leaned against the back wall, crossing his arms. “You were off duty today, weren’t you?”

       “And you’ve been following me around too long.” She punched the fourth-floor button until he thought her finger would fall off.

       “Why were you at the hospital if you weren’t working?”

       “Special patient.” Her eyes clouded, shifting to brown.

       “Since you see kids, there must be a lot of those.”

       She nodded, sealing her lips into a thin line.

       He didn’t blame her for clamming up about her little patients. It had to be tough taking care of sick kids, but it was obviously a vocation she embraced—just like shelling out millions to rescue her brother or patronizing a bar out of some sense of remorse or duty.

       And what about him? He apparently had a very dangerous career rescuing people he didn’t even know.

       Lola slid her key into a dead bolt and then shoved it into the door handle, twisting it to the right. She pushed open the door into a dimly lit room and slapped the wall to turn on a set of recessed lights.

       The room came to life in a riot of bright colors and varied textures. If the outside of the building was like pink frosting on a cake, this room occupied the center of that cake—a burst of flavor, delicious and inviting.

       Lola tossed her handbag onto a floral couch, and the leaves of an exotic-looking plant shivered and bobbed. Bunches of flowers scattered about the room emitted a swirl of sweet fragrance. Slashes of modern art shared wall space with Cuban street scenes and landscapes.

       Jack stood in the center of the room and turned slowly, taking it all in. This room could only belong to a woman named Lola Famosa.

       A breathy laugh escaped her lips. “Do you find it a bit overwhelming? I had to take a few pieces from my folks’ place in Gables Estates, especially after Gabe…left.”

       Jack shoved his hands in his pockets. “This room has the variety and lushness of a rain forest, without the monkeys.”

       “Don’t be so sure about that. Do you want something to drink? Water?”

       “Water’s good.”

       She crooked her finger, and he followed her into the kitchen. The onslaught of colors continued in this room with blue-and-yellow tiles charging across the counters and multicolored dishes lining glass cabinets.

       She poured two glasses of water from a bottle in the fridge and slid his across the counter. At least she’d kept a lid on the tequila.

       He downed half the water, and when he came up for air he met a glance from slivered eyes—brownish this time. Lola sipped her water carefully and dabbed her lips with her fingertips. “So do you think that attempted car theft was random?”

       The same thought had crossed her mind. Might as well play devil’s advocate. “You said it was a bad neighborhood, nice car like yours…awfully tempting.”

       “I’ve parked there before. Mario’s known in the neighborhood for having a bad temper…and a .357 Magnum.”

       “Maybe this particular thief didn’t know about Mario, his temper or his .357.”

       “Maybe.” She clicked her water glass on the countertop. “Do you want Emilio’s number?”

       “Emilio?”

       “Emilio Diaz, my father’s associate. Name doesn’t ring a bell, huh?” She pulled open a kitchen drawer and sifted through its contents.

       “Nothing’s ringing any bells.” Except Lola’s derrière in those jeans as she bent over the drawer. That rang his bells.

       She spun around, pinching a card between two fingers. “Got it.”

       “It’s a start. Maybe he can tell me if I have a home, a family…a wife.”

       Lola’s long, dark lashes fluttered. “I doubt it.”

       He plucked the card from her fingers and slipped it into his back pocket. “You doubt I have a home, a family and a wife?”

       “You may have a home and a family, but no self-respecting wife would allow her husband to go gallivanting around the world saving other people’s families.” Her jaw formed a hard line as if daring him to dispute her logic.

       “I don’t know about that.” He held up his left hand. “But I don’t feel married.”

       Could he be lusting after this hot doctor if he were?

       “That settles it, then.” She brushed her hands together. “Before you take off, do you want to see some pictures of Gabriel? Maybe they’ll jump-start something for you.”

       “Sure.” He owed her that much. He was trying to find himself, and she was trying to find her brother. He felt guilty for abandoning her cause for his. The two were linked, anyway.

       She flipped open the laptop on the kitchen table. Her long ponytail hung over her shoulder as she hunched forward, СКАЧАТЬ