Her Man in Manhattan. Trish Wylie

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СКАЧАТЬ his gaze back up. ‘The investigation I did before I got here involved more than Googling your name. I talked to every bodyguard assigned to you and know exactly how you roll. There isn’t an escape route I haven’t plugged or a former cohort who hasn’t been reassigned. The guy on the gate tonight is new, too, so you wouldn’t have got far. You don’t have any friends in the security team any more. What you have is people focused on doing their jobs who’ll end up back in uniform if they don’t.’

      The gold in her eyes flared. ‘What is your problem?’

      ‘Until you accept you’re not going anywhere without me or one of the other guys on your new detail, it’s you.’

      ‘You’re not my keeper.’

      Tyler stepped around her. ‘Well, obviously they figured you needed one or I wouldn’t be here.’

      ‘Who are “they”?’ she asked as she followed him.

      ‘Who do you think they are?’

      She muttered something incoherent below her breath but judging by her tone it wasn’t a word she’d picked up from a study of English literature.

      When he stopped and turned around she took a step back and frowned at the centre of his chest.

      ‘This close to the election you’re a liability,’ he told her flatly. ‘Three weeks back you were photographed sitting on a bar while some random guy licked salt off your neck before taking a shot of tequila.’

      She lifted her chin. ‘Jealous?’

      ‘Personally I couldn’t give a damn what you do.’ Even if his reaction to seeing the photographs after he kissed her might have suggested otherwise. ‘The only thing that concerns me is making sure it doesn’t happen again. Some major favours were called in to keep those pictures out of the public eye.’

      Any surprise she felt was hidden behind a mask of ice. ‘It’s just as well there wasn’t anyone with a camera in a darkened hall on Friday night, then, isn’t it?’

      When she turned on her heel and headed back to the mansion Tyler let her get a few steps ahead. He needed to take a beat. Her parting shot had been bang on target but that wasn’t what grated him. What did was the indifference in her voice. He wasn’t the only one who got carried away in that hall. The implication he could have been just another guy lining up to lick salt off her neck bothered him a great deal more than it should.

      At a very basic level he wanted to march on over there and demonstrate she was wrong. A Brannigan never backed down from a challenge. Trouble was they were also carved with deep streaks of honour and duty and while he knew how close he was to breaking one code, he had to hang on tight to the other. If he didn’t there would be nothing left of the man he was before everything got so messed up.

      ‘Go home, Detective,’ she demanded when they were back in the kitchen.

      ‘No can do,’ he informed her retreating back.

      When she turned he got a brief glimpse of how angry she was from the flash of fire in her eyes. Then the ice returned. ‘I’ll make a deal with you.’

      ‘What kind of deal?’

      ‘I’ll give you my word I’ll stay in tonight and that way you won’t have to camp outside my door.’ She ran an impassive gaze down the length of his body and back up. ‘A good night’s sleep might help with all the tension you’re carrying around...’

      Tyler treated her to his patented interrogation face: the one that said nothing short of a nuclear blast would change his position. ‘What’s the catch?’

      She shook her head. ‘No catch.’

      ‘What do you get out of it?’

      ‘Apart from a break from you?’

      The thought he got to her went a long way towards evening the playing field, but there was more to it than that. ‘You want something.’

      ‘World peace, an end to poverty, freedom and justice for all... I want a great many things, Detective. But for now I’ll settle for your name.’

      What was the big deal with his name? He ran through every possible scam she could be running and came up short. But with his Spidey-senses on alert he knew whatever she was doing was part of something bigger. That was okay, he could play the long game, and if giving her a name was what it took to give him a few hours he could put to better use than standing twiddling his thumbs or sleeping...

      ‘Tyler.’

      ‘Tyler,’ she repeated in a lower voice as if savouring how it felt on her tongue.

      Hearing her say it had a mesmerizing effect he’d never experienced before. Time stretched inexorably while she stared at him, her chin angled in contemplation. As he tried to figure out why his blood had thickened to the same consistency as magma when she hadn’t done anything overtly seductive, she blinked and turned away.

      ‘I’ll see you in the morning, Tyler.’

      ‘You leave this house, I’ll know inside five seconds.’

      She raised an arm and waggled her fingers in the air. ‘Nighty-night.’

      Tyler stood in the same spot after she left, trying to decide whether he trusted her any further than he could throw her. His word meant something—or at least it used to; he wasn’t convinced hers did. Then his cell phone vibrated.

      ‘Brannigan.’

      ‘So what’s it like with the city’s version of the Secret Service?’

      The sound of his partner’s voice got him moving again. ‘Don’t ask,’ he said as he left the kitchen and headed for the control room. ‘Got anything new for me?’

      ‘There weren’t any DNA hits in the database.’

      ‘It took them a month to tell us that?’

      ‘Backed up in the lab...’

      ‘What about the known associates we’ve been chasing?’

      ‘There I might have better news.’

      Tyler nodded brusquely. ‘Save it for when I see you. I’ll be at O’Malley’s by nine.’

      ‘If I end up divorced I’m blaming you.’

      ‘Because all your kids look like me?’

      The response made the corner of Tyler’s mouth lift. It was the closest he got to a smile any more. Pretending nothing was wrong when he was around the people who knew him was wearing him down. From that point of view his day with the mayor’s daughter had been a welcome respite.

      He just had to get a handle on his reaction to her while he was still volatile.

      There’d been a time when not getting involved had never been a problem for him the way it had for other members of his family. He’d kept his distance and remained detached, gaining a rep for being emotionally unavailable to women along the way. Once he’d СКАЧАТЬ