Bodyguard Reunion. Beverly Long

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СКАЧАТЬ Two weeks into their relationship, he’d met Jules at the pool that was on the roof of her condo building. She’d been all long legs and sweet curves in a bit of nothing that had him instantly breaking into a sweat.

      And she’d been a damn fish once she got into the water. But he was a good swimmer, too, and he caught her. And when her warm body brushed up against him, he cursed the few other guests lounging around the pool.

      He somehow managed to let her go, to let her swim away. Had managed to lie next to her on the beach chair, like a reasonable person, pretending to read a damn book. Had managed not to touch her.

      It had almost killed him.

      It was their sixth date in two weeks and he desperately wanted her in his bed. But he was waiting for a sign that she was equally needy, equally ready.

      Jules was different. Jules was important.

      They shared a bottle of chilled white wine that she had in her bag. And hours later, after the summer sun had finally slipped beneath the horizon, and they were the only two left at the pool, he didn’t protest when she led him toward one of the curtained cabanas. And when she confidently stepped out of her suit, he wondered how much more wonderful he could stand.

      They made love. And afterward, he realized as he held her still-quaking body close, that it had been a terrible mistake.

      It was going to be so hard to let her go.

      Ten weeks later, at the end of summer, he’d found out just how god-awful it could be.

      And now, eight years later, he was helping her herd a belligerent teenager and a mangy cat into a dirty elevator. Really hadn’t seen this one coming.

      “Nice car,” Charity said when they got there.

      He didn’t answer. He was busy looking up and down the street, trying to spot anything unusual. He wanted Jules back inside her hotel.

      The back seat of his BMW was barely big enough for Charity, her suitcase and the cat carrier. But once she got wedged in, and Jules had taken the passenger seat, he didn’t waste any time getting the car started and driving.

      The only sound inside the car was the damn cat, making some kind of squealing noise that wasn’t a purr, or a meow, or anything faintly resembling any noise a cat should make.

      When they got back to the hotel, he saw two of the doormen look at the cat carrier and exchange glances, but nobody tried to stop them as they proceeded up to the fourteenth floor. Thankfully, the cat had stopped squealing now that it was out of the car.

      Once inside the hotel room, he had Jules and Charity wait near the door while he did a quick inspection of the rooms. When he was confident the space was clear, he motioned them forward. Charity, still holding the cat cage, turned in circles.

      “Wow. I’ve never stayed in a hotel like this before,” she said.

      “There’s your bedroom and bath,” Jules said, pointing off to the left.

      Charity nodded, still looking awestruck. “I guess I should let Hogi out. He really liked it when we stayed at the Super 8.”

      Well, then, the cat should be ecstatic at the Periwinkle. Calling up all his cat friends, inviting them over for tuna.

      The vision in Royce’s head made him think that he might really have lost his mind. But then again, it was easier to think of stupid things than remember what it had felt like to see Jules’s body up against the wall, her air supply being shut off.

      Her, being there in that squalid little apartment, in that kind of danger, it made him crazy.

      Once Charity and her cat had gone off to her bedroom, he turned to Jules. “All of this was unnecessary,” he said. “All you had to do was stay here. Like I asked.”

      Jules sighed. “I’m sorry, Royce. I really am. But in retrospect, I’d do it again. If that man had come home and seen Charity all packed up and ready to go, well, like she said, she might be one of the horrible news stories that we hear about and shake our heads. I couldn’t have lived with myself if that had happened.”

      And I couldn’t have lived with something happening to you. He thought it, but he didn’t say it. They’d ended their relationship eight years ago; there was no reason for her to know that the old feelings that he’d long believed buried had sprung up from the dead and were now a waving red flag. And he was the sorry-ass bull that couldn’t keep from charging.

      “So you two have been corresponding back and forth for some time?”

      “Today was our second conversation and our first face-to-face meeting. But what does it matter?” she asked, her tone suggesting that he was pushing some buttons.

      “Because my job is to provide security for you. And you’ve just introduced a new person into the mix. So now my job is to figure out who this new person is and identify any risks that she may pose to you. It’s what you’re paying me for.”

      “Fine,” she said, her mouth barely moving.

      “What’s her mother’s name?”

      “Linette White.”

      “And how did your mom and Linette become friends?”

      “She came to the house to wash windows,” she said.

      He supposed odder things had happened. But not much odder. “There had to be more than that.”

      “Of course.”

      Royce had trained himself to hear even the slightest nuance in a person’s delivery, to note a change in tone, pace or inflection. And that’s what he heard now. Was she lying to him? Why?

      “And that was...?” he prompted.

      “I think my mom was impressed by her work. She must have thought that Linette could do more. Ultimately, she recommended Linette for a position at the bank where my father worked.”

      “So your dad was friends with Linette, also?”

      She shook her head. “I’m not sure about that. I just know that my mother kept in contact with Linette for several years after she stopped coming to our house to wash windows.”

      “When’s the last time your mom saw Linette?” he asked.

      She shrugged. “I’m not sure,” she said. She looked him squarely in the eye. “Linette died eight months ago. I guess that takes her off the list of suspects who may or may not be trying to harm me.”

      He didn’t take the bait. “I’m sorry to hear that,” he said.

      She didn’t acknowledge his half-baked consolation. “Is there anything else?”

      “How is it that you and Charity found each other?”

      “Recently I remembered that Linette had a daughter and I hired someone to find her.”

      “You just remembered this? And felt compelled to find someone that you’d had no contact with?”

      “Yes.”

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