Promises, Promises. Shelley Cooper

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      “Sure is,” he said with a heartiness he didn’t feel, his own doubts resurfacing. “You don’t see many cars like this around here.”

      “Which means,” she said, surprising him with her candor, “you’re wondering how I could afford it.”

      Again he thought of the improvements she’d made to the duplex. And to herself. As for the duplex, it was a comfortable, middle-class home. Nothing about it, or Gretchen Montgomery herself, had ever indicated she could afford to spend money the way she had been lately.

      Had she won the lottery? Received an inheritance? Robbed a bank? He felt his lips curve at that last, fanciful imagining.

      “The thought may have crossed my mind,” he admitted, deciding to be as frank with her as she had been with him.

      “Just think of it as creative financing,” she replied. “I am a CPA, after all.”

      Which told him nothing, even though it wasn’t any of his business in the first place. Whatever the source of her newfound wealth, it did seem to be accomplishing one thing. It was definitely pulling her out of her shell. And that was a good thing.

      “Let me reassure you,” she added with a smile. “I’m not going to lose the roof over your head.”

      “I’m happy to hear it.” Relieved was more like it.

      The conversation underscored how little he knew about her, even though he had been her tenant for two years. Was he really so shallow that a change in her looks, and a flashy car in her garage, were what it had taken to arouse his curiosity?

      No. There was more to it than that. Part of the reason had to do with the fact that Gretchen Montgomery had always put up walls around herself. Now that she’d pulled them down, he should probably take advantage of the opportunity to learn more about her.

      So long as he remembered that she was his landlady and nothing more, he cautioned himself.

      “Would you like to go for a ride?” she asked.

      He knew she meant the car, but he couldn’t help thinking of a far different, exceedingly intimate kind of ride that, landlady or not, he’d like to take with her. “I don’t know how to drive a stick shift,” he said.

      She maneuvered those long legs of hers into the driver’s seat. Looking up at him expectantly, she replied, “That’s okay. I do.”

      When he hesitated, she patted the creamy leather of the passenger seat with fingernails that had been painted a bright red. “Don’t worry, Dr. Garibaldi. I promise I won’t bite.”

      She might not, but he was afraid that if he was cooped up in close quarters with her for too long, he might.

      “Marco,” he said. “The name’s Marco.”

      “Call me Gretchen.”

      “Very well, Gretchen.” Swinging the passenger door open, he sank with a sigh onto the soft leather seat. Inhaling a heady breath of new-car aroma, he said, “Take me away from all my troubles.”

      “My pleasure.”

      When she started the engine and began backing down the driveway, he glanced over at her. “Don’t you need your glasses to drive?”

      “Lasik surgery,” she explained. “You are now looking at an emancipated woman. Twenty-twenty vision, both eyes.”

      She was emancipated all right, he thought, eyeing her body in that tight dress. Any more emancipated, and he might not be able to contain himself.

      “Must feel good,” he said, mentally adding the cost of the lasik surgery to the growing column of cash outlays she had made in recent weeks.

      “You don’t know the half of it,” she replied fervently. “To have the weight of glasses off my nose is heavenly. And the exhilaration of waking up in the morning and being able to see—”

      She broke off, looking embarrassed. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to bore you with all the details.”

      Bore him? How could she bore him, when the light of pleasure gleaming in her eyes had his pulse rate accelerating like mad? How could she bore him, when all he could think of was how exhilarating it would be to wake up in the morning and see her lying next to him? He, Marco Garibaldi, who made love to women but who avoided sleeping with them.

      He forced his gaze out the window and shoved his inappropriate thoughts to the back of his mind. “Trust me, I’m not at all bored.”

      Ten minutes later they were out on the open highway.

      “Let’s see what this baby can really do, shall we?” she said.

      Marco felt the rhythm of the engine change as she shifted gears and the vehicle picked up speed. In fascination, and not a little trepidation, he watched the speedometer needle edge past sixty, to seventy, then eighty, until it finally rested at eighty-five.

      Outside, the scenery rushed past, wildflowers and trees melding together in one big blur. Thank goodness they were on a flat stretch of road and there wasn’t another car in sight. Of course, that wouldn’t help them if a deer darted out from nowhere, or an unseen patch of oil sent the car into an unexpected skid.

      Tossing her head back, Gretchen laughed. It was the delighted, triumphant laughter of an explorer discovering a new land.

      “Quite a kick, isn’t it?” she said.

      “Oh, it’s a kick all right,” he replied tensely. “A real boot to the backside.”

      “I’ve never felt so exquisitely free in my entire life.”

      And he’d never felt so exquisitely terrified.

      “You do know that the posted speed limit is fifty-five, don’t you?” he felt compelled to say.

      Her hair blew wildly around her face, and she raised one hand to tuck a stray strand behind her ear. “I know.”

      “Just thought I’d mention it.” He watched carefully until she’d placed her hand back on the steering wheel.

      “Consider it mentioned.” She glanced at him out of the corner of one eye. “Did you know that the top speed this car can reach is 189 miles per hour? That’s why the manufacturer doesn’t install anti-lock breaks. Without them, the driver can maximize the car’s acceleration potential.”

      He hadn’t known that, could have lived a long and happy life without knowing it, and prayed fervently she wasn’t going to try to attain warp speed this outing.

      “Let me guess. Part of the salesman’s pitch?”

      “Uh-huh.”

      Suddenly she turned to him again, and her eyes flashed with an emotion he could only describe as regret. There was a self-accusatory tone in her voice when she said, “Do you realize that I’m almost thirty years old, and I’ve never gotten so much СКАЧАТЬ