Bullseye: Seal. Carol Ericson

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       Chapter Two

      Josh didn’t trust Gina Rojas as far as he could toss her, but even he didn’t expect her to hold him at gunpoint this early in their relationship.

      “Whoa, there.” He raised his hands, his own weapon heavy in the pocket of his jacket. “I’m just here to look at the town house.”

      She narrowed her dark eyes, her nostrils flaring as if sniffing out his lie. “Why are you sneaking around?”

      “Sneaking?” He spread his hands in front of him. “Just thought I’d check out the laundry room and this back door.”

      “And the blinds?” She didn’t seem to be buying any of this since her deadly little .22 was still pointing at his face.

      Blinds? “Yeah, the blinds.”

      “Why’d you close them?”

      His pulse ticked up even higher and it had nothing to do with Gina’s weapon leveled at him. Someone had been here before he’d arrived, had closed the blinds and the front door—and then escaped out the back when he showed up.

      “Testing them out.” He cleared his throat. “Look, I’m sorry I gave you a scare. I’m really just here to look at the town house if you want to show it to me.”

      “What’s your name?”

      Wasn’t her arm getting tired hoisting that gun?

      She would be expecting the name of the person who’d made the appointment to see the place—and he couldn’t give her that.

      “I’m Josh Edwards. Is this an open house? I’ve been looking in this area for a while, saw the for-sale sign, saw the car in the driveway and the open door. I figured I could take a peek.” He lifted his shoulders and twisted his lips into what he hoped was a passable grin. “I guess that wasn’t such a good idea.”

      Gina’s grip on her gun relaxed. “I’m expecting someone else at any minute.”

      “Understood. Can you show me around until they get here...without pointing the gun at me?”

      Gina lowered her weapon and it dangled at her side, but she shook her cell phone at him in its place. “That other buyer is going to be here soon, and my office knows where I am and when to expect me.”

      “Good.” He dropped his hands. “You can never be too careful.”

      Especially if you were involved with drug dealers and terrorists. Was that why Gina was so jumpy? And was this buyer she was expecting the one who closed the blinds and hightailed it out the back door when he heard him at the front door? Why would anyone do that, unless the intruder planned to steal Gina’s purse, which she’d left out on the counter?

      Or unless that buyer had a different motive altogether.

      “Let’s start over.” He edged away from the laundry room and into the kitchen just in case she changed her mind and decided to take a shot at him. About a foot away from her, he extended his hand. “Josh Edwards, and I’m interested in the town house.”

      She tucked her gun into the purse hanging sideways across her body and took his hand. “Gina De Santos, Four Points Realty, and I’ll be happy to show it to you.”

      De Santos? She’d ditched Ricky’s name already?

      She strode ahead of him into the living room. “Let’s open up those blinds again and get some light in here, since it really is a good feature of the place.”

      While she tugged on the cords of the blinds, his gaze lingered on her backside, round and full beneath her slim skirt. She hadn’t lost anything in the looks department in the past year.

      He turned toward the sliding door to the patio. “This is nice. Should get lots of sun.”

      She joined him, smelling like some tropical hothouse flower. “Yes, but there’s enough room out here for a table, a few chairs and an umbrella in case the sun gets too hot. The wall is tall enough to restrict a small dog...or children. Do you and your wife have children?”

      “Me? No.”

      She raised her dark, sculpted brows at him.

      Had he come off too strong? He’d decided long ago never to bring kids into this world. Look at her own son.

      They returned to the kitchen where she pointed out a few features that held no interest for him at all.

      “The laundry room—” she jerked a thumb over her shoulder “—you’ve already explored. Do you want to go out that back door, or did you see enough?”

      He hadn’t seen enough. He hadn’t seen the person who’d been in the house closing the blinds.

      “I’m good.”

      “You’ll love the upstairs. For a single guy like you? Roomy master suite with a second room for СКАЧАТЬ