Sudden Second Chance. Carol Ericson

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СКАЧАТЬ else would I be doing here?” He lifted one eyebrow and crossed his arms. “Do you think I followed you to Timberline?”

      Red flags blazed in her cheeks. “Of course not. Why would I think that? What we had was...”

      “Over.”

      “Yeah, over.” She waved her hand in the general direction of his face. “Are you okay? I really did think you were that ex-con coming after me. Why did you grab my leg?”

      “I thought you were falling in.”

      “Through that small space?”

      “I couldn’t see how big it was.”

      “I was fine. As soon as I heard you coming, I got ready for the attack. You told me once I needed to be more careful, more aware of my surroundings.”

      “Good to see you’re taking my advice...about something.” He ran a hand across his face once more and sniffled. “Where’s the rest of your crew, or are you a one-woman show now? I guess Beth St. Regis doesn’t need other people—unless she’s using them.”

      Her nostrils flared but she ignored the barb. “I’m doing some prep work. My cameraman and producer will be coming out later.”

      “And the circus will ensue.”

      “If the FBI is involved, there really must be something to investigate.”

      She brushed off her jeans that fit her a little too closely, so he kept his blurry eyes pinned to her face.

      “Isn’t that why this case is on your radar? You must’ve heard about the new information we got during the investigation of the copycat kidnappings.” He cocked his head. “Come to think of it, I have a hard time believing the old Timberline Trio case is sexy enough for Cold Case Chronicles. Maybe you followed me out here.”

      Her sky blue eyes widened for a split second and then she giggled nervously, her hand hovering near her mouth. “I have no idea what happened to you after...that last case, Duke Harper. You dumped me, and it’s not like I’ve been following your career or anything like a stalker.”

      A thrill of pleasure winged through his body at her lie. So she’d been tracking him. What did that say about him that the thought gave him satisfaction? It also meant she knew about the royal screwup that had resulted in the death of his partner, Tony.

      “That’s okay. I haven’t watched one of your shows, either.” The slight lift at the corner of her luscious lips told him she’d picked up on his lie, too.

      “I suppose you’re not interested in joining forces, are you? Pooling our resources? We’re an unbeatable team. We proved that before.”

      He snorted. She didn’t deserve an answer to that one. They’d been an unbeatable team in bed, too, but that hadn’t stopped her from playing him.

      “What were you doing crawling around on the ground?” He pointed to the cover over the mine.

      “Prep work.” She sealed her lips. “Where are you staying while you’re here?”

      “Timberline Hotel.”

      She raised her hand. “Me, too.”

      He pasted on his best poker face. “Makes no difference to me.”

      “Do you have a partner with you or are you working alone?”

      A partner? The FBI would have a hard time trying to find someone to partner up with him after Tony. He shoved his hands in his pockets and kicked at a gnarled root coming up from the earth.

      “Oh, come on, Duke. Whether or not you’re working with a partner is not giving up any classified info.”

      He shrugged. He had no intention of giving this woman one morsel of information. She should know that working a cold case was like being exiled to Siberia—for him, anyway. This was punishment and he didn’t want to discuss his failure with her.

      “I guess you’ll follow your leads and I’ll follow mine.” He circled his finger in the air. “How long have you been here?”

      “Just a couple of days. I’m trying to get a feel for the place. I even brought my own video cam.”

      A flock of birds shrieked and rose from a canopy of trees and the hair on the back of Duke’s neck stood up. Hunching forward, he crept toward the tree line.

      “What are you doing?” Beth’s voice sounded like a shout and he put his finger to his lips.

      Voices carried in the outdoors and those birds had taken off because something—or someone—had disturbed them. The abandoned mine was in a clearing, but dense forest and heavy underbrush hemmed it in on all sides.

      The trail from the road had wound past an abandoned construction site to the clearing, and it continued on the other side. The birds had come from the other side.

      He reached the beginning of the trail and took a few steps onto the path, his head cocked to one side. Leaves rustled and twigs snapped, but that could be animals going about their business. His gaze tracked through the blur of green, but he didn’t spot any movement or different colors.

      City life had his senses on high alert, but a rural setting could pose just as much danger—of a different kind.

      He exhaled slowly and returned to the clearing, where Beth waited for him, hands on her hips.

      “What was all that about?”

      He pointed to the sky. “Those birds took off like something startled them.”

      “I told you I saw a rough-looking guy out here on a bike. Maybe it was him.”

      “Doesn’t explain why he was hanging around. I don’t know that you should be traipsing around the forest by yourself.” He snorted. “You’re hardly an outdoor girl.”

      She kicked a foot out. “I have the boots.”

      He opened his mouth for a smart-ass reply but someone or something crashed through the bushes and they both jumped this time. Duke reached for the weapon tucked in the shoulder holster beneath his jacket and tensed his muscles.

      He dropped his shoulders when three teenage boys came staggering into the clearing, laughing and pushing each other. The roughhousing came to an abrupt halt when they spotted Duke and Beth.

      The tallest of the three boys stepped forward, holding a can of beer behind his back. “Is this, uh, official business or something?”

      The other two edged back to the tree line, trying to hide their own beers.

      “Nope. I was just leaving.” Duke leveled his finger at the boy. “But you’d better not be operating a motor vehicle.”

      “Driving? No way, sir.”

      Beth flashed her megawatt smile at the trio of teens. “Do you boys live here? I’m from the TV show Cold Case Chronicles, and we’re doing a show on the old Timberline СКАЧАТЬ