Solitaire. Lindsay McKenna

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      Chapter One

      Don’t go in there. It’s too dangerous.”

      A large hand splayed across on the blueprint of the emerald mine in Hampton, Maine, that Cat was studying. Her concentration broken, she blinked. Thinking it was the owner of the gem mine, she slowly stood up and turned.

      Normally, she barely had to lift her eyes to look into those of a man, so she was momentarily disconcerted to find herself eye to eye with a khaki-covered chest. She brought her gaze up and looked into dark blue eyes the color of midnight sapphire and equally breathtaking. The man’s stubborn jaw accentuated the intensity of his gaze, and if it weren’t for the laugh lines bracketing his mouth and the crinkles at the corners of his eyes, she would have bet he never smiled.

      “I beg your pardon,” Cat said coolly.

      “I’ve already been in that mine. It isn’t safe.”

      Her mouth curved into a knowing smile. “What mine is?”

      Impatience flared in his eyes. “This is no time for jokes, Ms. Kincaid. I was in that dump this morning and the owner is crazy to ask anyone to actually inspect that worthless pit. The timbers are not only rotted, but there’s water in the sedimentary manging wall above those timbers that’s weakened the entire crosscut.”

      “You’re obviously not Mr. Graham,” Cat returned testily. “So perhaps you’d be good enough to tell me who you are, and how you know my name.”

      “No, I’m not the owner of this worthless excuse for a mine. And everyone in our business knows the name Cat Kincaid.” His eyes grew warm and he extended his hand. “My name is Slade Donovan. I’m a geologist.”

      Cat shook his hand, finding his grip firm but not overpowering. “I don’t understand, Mr. Donovan. Has Mr. Graham hired you to help assess the condition of the Emerald Lady Mine?” She stole a look at her watch. She didn’t have much time and she couldn’t waste what she had on social amenities.

      Slade had the good grace to look sheepish. “Well, not exactly, Ms. Kincaid. Oh, hell, do you mind if I call you Cat? That’s what most people call you, right? I don’t like standing on formality any more than I have to.”

      Wariness returned to Cat’s eyes. “Slade Donovan. Where have I heard that name before?”

      He colored slightly, heightening the ruddy glow already in his cheeks. “Mining engineers and geologists are a pretty close group on the international circuit,” he parried. “I’ve worked a few gem mines in Africa and South America.”

      Cat pushed a few dark brown strands of hair from her forehead and took a step back, gauging him closely in the interim. “I know I’ve heard of you…”

      “That’s not really important right now; you are.” He pointed out the grimy window of the old shack. “Lionel Graham has a poor reputation among geologists. You can’t trust him.” His voice, naturally low and with an obvious Texas accent, deepened with urgency. “He’s waited too long for a mine inspection into that crosscut. Those post and stull timbers would crack if someone were to breathe on them the wrong way, Cat.”

      “Ms. Kincaid, please, Mr. Donovan. If the owner hasn’t hired you, then what are you doing here?” It was on the tip of her tongue to ask just who he thought he was to be telling her, a mining engineer, whether she should go into a mine or not. Staring at him critically, she guessed his age to be around her own thirty-three years. He managed to look both rugged and boyish, a combination helped by the lock of rebellious brown hair lying on his broad brow.

      He suddenly offered her a devastating smile, obviously meant to melt the heart of any woman he wanted to charm. The smile, however, had the opposite effect on her. Placing СКАЧАТЬ