Run the Risk. Lori Foster

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СКАЧАТЬ the way he ate his steak somehow affected her to the point that she’d barely touched her own, when she’d been anticipating the dinner.

      She had planned to ask Logan some personal questions, but he’d kept her on the defensive with small touches and warm smiles. It had taken all her wits to keep from falling under his spell.

      But she wanted to. Badly.

      Actually, she wanted to be under him.

      Impossible.

      Rolling to her back, she stared at the shadowed ceiling and wondered if he was asleep. After that spontaneous kiss he’d given her before walking into her apartment, she’d been on guard. When she’d finally gotten him to the door, ready to say goodbye, she’d stuck out her hand.

      A handshake she could handle. It was civilized. Socially acceptable.

      But he’d done her in even then, lifting her hand, pressing his firm mouth to her palm. Inundated with the sensations all over again, she curled her fingers and groaned.

      When her phone beeped, she jumped, then quickly sat up. No one had her number—except Rowdy.

      She turned on a light, pressed a button on the phone and put it to her ear. “Hey.”

      “Did I wake you?”

      “No.” They both kept strange hours, but even if they didn’t, Rowdy would always call when others least expected it. Because it was always a looming threat, she asked, “Is anything wrong?”

      “You had company.”

      She gulped. How did he find that out so quickly? “A neighbor.”

      “A man.”

      Since Rowdy actually owned the apartment building, buying it outright under yet another alias, she could understand his consternation. “I don’t know too much about him—”

      “But you had him over anyway?”

      She understood his incredulity. “It’s not like that. His name is Logan Stark and for some reason…” Well, she couldn’t just tell her brother that Logan hit on her. That’d not only infuriate him, it’d also make him as suspicious as she was. “He wanted to share dinner, that’s all.”

      Cold silence.

      “C’mon, Rowdy,” she cajoled. “I’m careful, you know that.”

      “You’re playing with fire.”

      Maybe. “It’s not a big deal. Dinner, that’s all.”

      “Then tell me why.”

      She shrugged to herself. “I wondered the same thing. It’s not like I’d be appealing to him.”

      He cursed low. “I didn’t mean that.”

      “You did,” she corrected. “But it’s okay. A low profile is what’s most important, right?”

      “I don’t like it.”

      “There’s not much you do like these days.” She sighed, feeling for her brother, worried about him, and so tired of all the subterfuge. “Please, believe me, Rowdy. I won’t take any risks.”

      “Maybe not on purpose, but that was a risk you took last night, so I’m going to check into him.”

      Hmm… “Maybe you could find out where he works.”

      “Ask him,” Rowdy said. “We’ll see if what he says to you meshes with what I find.”

      “All right.” If the opportunity presented itself, she could try a little prying.

      “Give me a week or two to find out what I can about him. Until then, watch your ass.”

      Of course she would. Not like anyone else was watching it. Well, except her brother—and she could do with a little less vigilance from him, especially now that Logan was in the picture. “Love you, Rowdy.”

      His voice softened. “Love you, too, kid.” And then, right before he hung up, he admonished, “Behave.”

      Pepper put the phone back on her nightstand. It would be so nice to visit with Rowdy, to spend an entire day with him. But he wouldn’t allow it.

      She understood why, but that didn’t stop her from missing him, more and more each day.

      It saddened her, but as she tried to get to sleep, it was Logan she thought of, not her brother.

      And that disturbed her most of all.

      * * *

      ON THE THIRD FLOOR of his exclusive, all-service club, Morton Andrews held court. Idiots surrounded him, but they were his idiots, loyal to him, afraid of his influence, so he tolerated them.

      He eyed the cop who’d just entered. No, he wouldn’t offer a seat. He’d show no courtesy at all.

      Cops had to remember their place—as hired help. “Is it true that Rowdy Yates has turned up?”

      Surprise showed, but then was quickly covered. “Where did you hear that?”

      Interesting. So maybe there was some truth to it. “You forget my many tentacles? I have ears everywhere. You know that.”

      A nod of acknowledgment. “Yes, I know that.”

      Morton accepted he had few virtues, and patience definitely wasn’t one of them. “Well?”

      “There’s nothing concrete on Rowdy.”

      It irked him sometimes, that cool confidence, the near disdain. Others cowered around him. Others understood the threat. But not this one. “You’ll let me know when there is?”

      “Of course.”

      Truth, or false assurances? Didn’t matter. In his own way, and in his own time, Morton knew he’d get to the bottom of it. For now, it amused him to let the illusion of trust exist. “All right, then.” And just to be a prick, he said, “You can go now.”

      Taking the dismissal with no show of insult, the cop turned and left.

      Morton shook his head. To his way of thinking, the only good cop was dirty—or dead. He’d yet to decide the fate of this one. But soon…

      * * *

      FOR THREE DAYS, Logan kept his distance. It wasn’t easy, but he wanted Pepper to think about him, to anticipate seeing him. Anticipation could break down her barriers, and that’s what he needed.

      After spending the day working for his brother Dash, he’d expended a lot of tension. Physical labor always did that for him. Sunshine, sweat, using his hands, working his shoulders and thighs…he enjoyed it.

      Likely Dash did as well, which would explain why he’d not only bought the company, but worked alongside the laborers СКАЧАТЬ