Christmas Cover-up. Cassie Miles

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      Chapter Three

      Rue leaned back against the smooth leather seat in Cody’s Mercedes sedan. Compared to the way she bounced along in her cake van, this was like riding on a thick, luxurious, heavenly cloud. If that were true, then Cody must be an angel. Yeah, right.

      She wasn’t that naive. Though she hadn’t figured out why Cody was being so attentive to her, there had to be an ulterior motive.

      Her gaze slid to the left, and she studied him. His dark-gray suit jacket fitted perfectly. On the cuff of his white shirt, she saw a monogram. These were expensive clothes, tailor-made. Definitely not the flowing robes of an angel.

      And he was devilishly handsome. Shadows outlined his cheekbones and chiseled jawline. A lock of black hair fell across his forehead.

      He adjusted one of the dials on the dashboard. “Warm enough for you? Should I turn up the heat?”

      “It’s fine.” She’d slipped on her black suede jacket over her shirt and slacks. “Nice wheels.”

      “Six years old and still running like a charm. One of my brothers is a mechanic.”

      “One of them?” And he’d already mentioned a sister. “How many kids in your family?”

      “Five. Three boys and two girls. And I’ve already got six, no, seven nephews and nieces. I’m the oldest.”

      “Figures. You act like a big brother.”

      “How’s that?”

      “Bossy.”

      “My brothers and sisters would probably agree with you,” he said. “How many siblings do you have?”

      She’d need a calculator to figure out the complexities of her many blended families. There were stepbrothers and stepsisters and other children—like Danny’s new stepchildren. Did they count as relations? “Genetically, I’m my mother’s only child.”

      “Lucky.”

      Though his grin probably wasn’t meant to be sexy, the curve of his mouth elevated her core temperature. God help her, she wanted to kiss him.

      To keep herself from grabbing his shoulders and planting a big wet one on his sexy mouth, she laced her fingers in her lap. “Just in case Danny is right and there’s a professional hit man after me, how’s this Mercedes in a high-speed chase?”

      “Might be fun to find out.”

      “You probably won’t get a chance tonight.” She glanced over her shoulder through the back window. A police cruiser was following them to her duplex in the heart of Denver. “We’ve got a cop escort.”

      “When are they bringing your van?”

      “Tomorrow.” Not having transportation was inconvenient but manageable. “It’s only five blocks from my house to the shop. I can walk.”

      “Not alone.” His clipped tone indicated his disapproval. “That’s a real bad idea.”

      “Oh, please. I’m not really in danger.”

      “You don’t want to believe anything bad is going to happen,” he said. “Always hoping for the best. The eternal optimist.”

      “There’s nothing wrong with being positive. What’s the alternative?”

      “Thinking clearly.” At a stoplight, he turned toward her. “Seriously, Rue. Look at the facts.”

      “Fine,” she said. “Even if that alleged professional hit man intends to come after me, how would he know where to find me? How would he know who I am?”

      “You were wearing an apron with Ruth Ann’s Cakes written across the front. Kind of a big clue.”

      “True, but—”

      “You chased after him,” he pointed out. “You fired a gun at his car.”

      “Okay, he might be ticked off, but—”

      “We’re talking about a stone-cold killer. Somebody who placed a direct shot in the victim’s heart. Somebody you don’t take risks with.”

      Unfortunately, everything he said made sense. He concluded with, “Therefore, you shouldn’t be alone tonight.”

      “Maybe not.” But she couldn’t bring herself to stay at Danny’s house where she’d be an unwanted intruder with his new family. And her mother lived forty minutes away from her shop—time that Rue didn’t want to spend commuting back and forth.

      She directed him the last few blocks through the older part of Denver near St. Luke’s Hospital. In this up-and-coming neighborhood, several of the old mansions had been refurbished as offices, apartments or condos. There was a pride in ownership. Many houses were already decorated with Christmas lights. The four-story condo building on the corner had a neon sleigh and reindeer above the entrance. She pointed out her home, and he parked.

      The streetlight reflected off her front window. Two crab apple trees marked the property line between her one-story, blond-brick duplex and the house next door.

      As soon as she stepped onto the curb, the two uniformed officers from the cruiser that had followed them came toward her. Their hands rested on the holsters clipped to their belts. “We’ll accompany you.”

      “Thank you,” she said. “But you don’t have to kick the door down or anything. I have a key.”

      Surrounded by two of Denver’s finest and tall, broad-shouldered Cody Berringer, Rue should have felt safe. But she sensed danger. Could almost smell it. It was like something left too long on the burner.

      The exterior of her house looked the same as when she’d left this morning at dawn to work on the cakes for Danny’s party. She’d cranked open the miniblinds on the front window so her houseplants would get some sun, and they were still open. No lights shone from the inside.

      On the porch, she realized she wouldn’t need her key. The red-painted door was ajar. Her home had been broken into. Her premonition of danger became reality.

      A jolt of fear hyped up her senses. Behind the trunk of the crab apple tree, she saw a hiding place for a man with a gun. The wind through the shrubs whispered a warning. The rush of traffic from Eighteenth Street sounded like an approaching army.

      The two officers reacted immediately. One on each side, they rushed her to their patrol cruiser and shoved her into the backseat. Cody was beside her.

      “What’s happening?” Her voice trembled.

      “They’re making sure you’re safe,” Cody said as he wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders. “Calling for backup before they enter the house.”

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