Cavanaugh on Duty. Marie Ferrarella

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      Chapter 3

      The woman who had brazenly invaded his much-needed solitude smiled at him as if his strongly voiced protest was destined to fall by the wayside.

      Outraged by her impertinence, Esteban could feel his already-fanned flames of anger swiftly growing.

      He was well aware that he was physically strong enough to simply toss this golden-haired irritant with the sexy mouth out of his house, but, even with more than half a bottle of bourbon in him, Esteban didn’t want to resort to the behavior of the very lowlifes he was attempting to get off the streets.

      However, if he ever was inclined to give a woman the bum’s rush, it definitely would have been this vexing thorn in his side.

      “Who sent you?” he demanded, his eyes darkening into a frown. “The Chief of Detectives?”

      She wasn’t about to hide behind her uncle, or allow Esteban to think she was nothing more than a puppet, obediently doing what she was told. So, rather than say that Brian Cavanaugh had indirectly asked her to bring him into the fold, what she told Esteban instead was, “I came to find out why you don’t want to work with me.”

      Which was in actuality part of the reason why she was here.

      Esteban looked down contemptuously at the bottle of aged bourbon she’d brought with her. “So you thought, what? That you’d liquor me up and I’d tell you everything?”

      She looked at the bottle she’d placed on the counter out of the way while she searched for another glass. “No, this is to fortify me so I can put up with you,” she told him bluntly. “But as I already offered, you’re certainly welcome to share it with me if you’d like.” She lifted her bright blue eyes to his. “I might have a lot of faults, but stinginess is not one of them.”

      Esteban’s expression remained inscrutable. She caught herself holding her breath, waiting to see if she’d managed to burrow her way into his inner sanctum at least a little bit.

      “Is that supposed to impress me?” he wanted to know. “Your bravado?”

      If she blinked and backed off, Kari knew that she’d lose any chance of making the tiniest bit of headway with him. And as for gaining any ground, well that was just an unfulfilled fantasy at this point.

      So, with nothing to lose, she decided to duke it out instead. “I don’t know, is it?”

      Esteban uttered a sound that was a cross between an intolerant, short laugh and a contemptuously dismissive one. And then his eyes darkened again as they swept over her.

      The same strange note of familiarity whispered through him with no more clarification than the last time. Except that this time the thought that she was damn attractive and too sexy for his own good insisted on taking root.

      “You don’t want me working with you,” he warned.

      There was absolutely no hesitation whatsoever on her part. “Sure I do.”

      “No,” he repeated firmly, his voice almost ominous in timbre. “Trust me, you don’t.”

      She had never accepted anything at face value or just because she was told to. She’d always needed proof, ever since she was very young.

      It was no different now.

      “Okay, I’ll bite. Why wouldn’t I want to work with you?”

      As she spoke, Kari poured herself two fingers of bourbon, taking it neat, then offered the bottle to him.

      Esteban poured twice as much for himself into his glass, then tossed it back quickly, making it disappear between his lips all at once. His eyes, watering ever so slightly, were the only indication that the alcohol intake had even affected his body at all.

      “Because you come on like some prep-school educated Barbie doll, and I’m not going to pretend to be Ken,” he informed her.

      Before he had a chance to take another swig from her bottle, Kari laid claim to it, her lips lightly touching the rim as she tilted it back.

      “Good,” she pronounced once she’d swallowed. “Ken has fake hair,” she reminded him matter-of-factly, as if she was talking about an actual living, breathing being instead of an iconic doll. “I never really liked Barbie’s boyfriend.” She held the bottle out to him again. “Don’t worry. I won’t get in your way.”

      “Especially if you’re not there,” Esteban agreed flatly.

      Kari shook her head. What the hell had the Chief gotten her into? “You are a hard devil to get close to,” she commented.

      Now she was finally getting it, he thought. It was about damn time. “Not hard,” Esteban corrected. “Impossible’and I like it that way.”

      She laid it out for him, although she was certain that he’d already figured this out on his own. What did he hope to gain by playing this little charade out? Did he think this was going to “put her in her place”? Establish their hierarchy in relation to one another?

      “Well, it’s either partner with me or hit the road, and I think you’ve invested too much time into the job to just walk away. At the very least, you’d have to start all over again somewhere else.”

      He paused his ongoing communion with the bottle she’d brought. His own’the one he’d opened tonight’was now empty and he wasn’t finished drinking. He was still standing. “I really don’t care what you think, Ms. Cavanaugh.”

      “It’s Detective Cavelli-Cavanaugh,” she corrected him, deliberately slurring just a bit for his benefit.

      Her apparent inebriation was, for the most part, staged. The drinks she’d been taking from the bottle, now that they had both forgone the niceties of actual glasses, were deliberately exaggerated in appearance. In reality, it all amounted to very little alcohol going down. Kari had no intention СКАЧАТЬ