Mercenary's Woman. Diana Palmer

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      “Neither do I,” she admitted. “But it’s none of your business…”

      “It is,” he returned. “I promised Hank that I’d take care of Jess if he ever bought it overseas. I keep my promises.”

      “I can take care of my aunt.”

      “Not anymore you can’t,” he returned, unabashed. “I’m coming over tomorrow.”

      “I may not be home…”

      “Jess will be. Besides, tomorrow is Saturday,” he said. “You came in for supplies this afternoon and you don’t teach on the weekend. You’ll be home.” His tone said she’d better be.

      She gave an exasperated sound. “Mr. Scott…”

      “I’m only Mr. Scott to my enemies,” he pointed out.

      “Yes, well, Mr. Scott…”

      He let out an angry sigh and stared her down. “You were so young,” he bit off. “What did you expect me to do, seduce you in the cab of a pickup truck in broad daylight?”

      She flushed red as a rose petal. “I wasn’t talking about that!”

      “It’s still in your eyes,” he told her quietly. “I’d rather have done it in a way that hadn’t left so many scars, but I had to discourage you. The whole damned thing was impossible, you must have realized that by now!”

      She hated the embarrassment she felt. “I don’t have scars!”

      “You do.” He studied her oval face, her softly rounded chin, her perfect mouth. “I’ll be over tomorrow. I need to talk to you and Jess. There have been some developments that she doesn’t know about.”

      “What sort of developments?”

      He closed the hood of the truck and paused by her window. “Drive carefully,” he said, ignoring the question. “And get that tire changed.”

      “I am not a charity case,” she said curtly. “I don’t take orders. And I definitely do not need some big, strong man to take care of me!”

      He smiled, but it wasn’t a pleasant smile. He turned on his heel and walked back to his own truck with a stride that was peculiarly his own.

      Sally was so shaken that she barely managed to get the truck out of town without stripping the gears out of it.

      * * *

      JESSICA MYERS WAS IN HER BEDROOM listening to the radio and her son, Stevie, was watching a children’s after-school television program when Sally came in. She unloaded the supplies first with the help of her six-year-old cousin.

      “You got me that cereal from the TV commercial!” he exclaimed, diving into bags as she put the perishable items into the refrigerator. “Thanks, Aunt Sally!” Although they were cousins, he referred to her as his aunt out of affection and respect.

      “You’re very welcome. I got some ice cream, too.”

      “Wow! Can I have some now?”

      Sally laughed. “Not until after supper, and you have to eat some of everything I fix. Okay?”

      “Aw. Okay, I guess,” he muttered, clearly disappointed.

      She bent and kissed him between his dark eyes. “That’s my good boy. Here, I brought some nice apples and pears. Wash one off and eat it. Fruit is good for you.”

      “Okay. But it’s not as nice as ice cream.”

      He washed off a pear and carried it into the living room on a paper towel to watch television.

      Sally went into Jessica’s bedroom, hesitating at the foot of the big four-poster bed. Jessica was slight, blond and hazel-eyed. Her eyes stared at nothing, but she smiled as she recognized Sally’s step.

      “I heard the truck,” she said. “I’m sorry you had to go to town for supplies after working all day and bringing Stevie home first.”

      “I never mind shopping,” Sally said with genuine affection. “You doing all right?”

      Jessica shifted on the pillows. She was dressed in sweats, but she looked bad. “I still have some pain from the wreck. I’ve taken a couple of aspirins for my hip. I thought I’d lie down and give them a chance to work.”

      Sally came in and sat down in the wing chair beside the bed. “Jess, Ebenezer Scott asked about you and said he was coming over tomorrow to see you.”

      Jessica didn’t seem at all surprised. She only nodded. “I thought he might,” Jessica said quietly. “I had a call from a former colleague about what’s going on. I’m afraid I may have landed you in some major trouble, Sally.”

      “I don’t understand.”

      “Didn’t you wonder why I insisted on moving down here so suddenly?”

      “Now that you mention it—”

      “It was because Ebenezer is here, and we’re safer than we would be in Houston.”

      “Now you’re scaring me.”

      Jessica smiled sadly. “I wouldn’t have had this happen for the world. It isn’t something that comes up, usually. But these are odd circumstances. A man I helped put in prison is out pending retrial, and he’s coming after me.”

      “You…helped put a man in prison? How?” Sally asked, perplexed.

      “You knew that I worked for a government agency?”

      “Well, of course. As a clerk.”

      Jessica took a deep breath. “No, dear. Not as a clerk.” She took a deep breath. “I was a special agent for an agency we don’t mention publicly. Through Eb and his contacts, I managed to find one of the confidants of drug lord Manuel Lopez, who was head of an international drug cartel. I was given enough hard evidence to send Lopez to prison for drug dealing. I even had copies of his ledgers. But there was one small loophole in the chain of evidence, and the drug lord’s attorneys jumped on it. Lopez is now out of prison and he wants the person responsible for helping me put him away. Since I’m the only one who knows the person’s identity, I’m the one he’ll be coming after.”

      Sally just sat there, dumbfounded. Things like this only happened in movies. They certainly didn’t happen in real life. Her beloved aunt surely wasn’t involved in espionage!

      “You’re kidding, right?” Sally asked hopefully.

      Jessica shook her head slowly. She was still an attractive woman, in her middle thirties. She was slender and she had a sweet face. Stevie, blond and dark-eyed, didn’t favor her. Of course, he didn’t favor his father, either. Hank had had black hair and light blue eyes.

      “I’m sorry, dear,” Jessica said heavily. “I’m not kidding. I’m not able to protect myself or you and Stevie anymore, so I had to come home for help. Ebenezer will keep СКАЧАТЬ