LITMIR.BIZ

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      It didn’t take her long to figure out why he’d let her loose in the stables with a younger, smaller guard.

      There wasn’t a single phone to be found in the cavernous building. Julia had seen a lot of stables in her career, and this one was magnificent. A rubberized floor, cedar plank stalls and dozens of horses were illuminated by fluorescent lights embedded in the high, tin ceilings.

      They passed a tack room, and she abruptly halted.

      “Can I look in there?” she asked Leila.

      “Yes, you can,” said Leila politely, coming to a stop.

      “Did you grow up in Dubai?” Julia asked, while she pretended to check out saddles and bridles and halters.

      “I went to boarding school in Cambridge,” Leila replied.

      “Really?” That explained her perfect English and her rather mixed accent.

      “I know you’re looking for a phone,” said Leila, regret in her dark-brown eyes.

      “Harrison knows it, too,” said Julia. “I’m guessing I won’t find one here.”

      Leila shook her head.

      “Yeah,” said Julia with regret. “Otherwise he wouldn’t have let me look around.”

      “Not without being here to watch you,” said Leila. “His Lordship is quite intelligent.”

      “You actually call him that?”

      “His Lordship?”

      Julia nodded.

      “That’s his title.”

      “I’ve been calling him Harrison. Was I incredibly rude?”

      Leila fought a smile.

      “What?”

      “You’re his prisoner. Being rude seems like a small indiscretion.”

      Julia couldn’t help but smile in return. “I suppose being rude is the least of my worries.”

      “He’s a fair man,” said Leila.

      “Then why won’t he let me make a phone call?”

      Leila shrugged.

      “You know, don’t you?” asked Julia. “But you can’t tell me. Out of loyalty to your employer.”

      Leila didn’t answer.

      “I can respect that,” said Julia. “And I don’t want you to get in trouble. But, I promise you, I wasn’t trying to steal any horse.”

      Something flickered in Leila’s expression.

      “What?” asked Julia.

      Leila shook her head.

      “Damn. I’m sorry.” She was putting the poor girl in an awkward position. “Can we carry on with the tour?”

      Leila looked relieved.

      They carried on down the barn hallway. Now that she knew there wasn’t a phone to be found, Julia paid more attention to her second mission.

      Millions to Spare.

      Five hallways later, she spied the horse and abruptly stopped at the stall.

      “You mind if I…” She flipped the latch and slipped inside before Leila could protest. “Don’t worry,” she called back. “I’m really good with horses.”

      That was a stretch. But since she’d survived a ride across the UAE cuddled up with Millions to Spare and his friends, she figured she was safe in his stall for a couple of minutes.

      “I don’t believe you should—”

      “I’ll just be a second. It’s not like he has a phone,” Julia joked.

      She didn’t have a cotton swab. But she’d seen enough crime dramas to know hair would work, too. Particularly if she got the roots.

      Under the guise of petting the horse’s neck, she plucked out a few hairs from his mane, tucking them into the pocket of her dress.

      Leila’s voice was worried. “Julia, really, you must—”

      “On my way,” Julia told Leila, slipping back out of the stall and latching the door. “He’s a beautiful animal. I’m going to feature him in the article.”

      Leila gazed at her with what Julia could have sworn was disappointment.

      “What?” Julia asked.

      “Even I can tell you’re lying.”

      Julia stopped. “I promise you, Leila. I’m not going to steal anything or hurt anybody.”

      Leila still looked skeptical.

      Julia took a breath. “I have a friend who’s in trouble,” she said, being as honest as she could. “I’m here to find out more about Harrison and Millions to Spare. Nothing else.”

      The two women stared at each other for a long minute.

      “Would you care to join me in the pool?” asked Leila.

      Feeling the sweat trickle down her neck in the oppressive heat of the barn, Julia nodded to accept the invitation.

      Harrison watched from a second-story window while Julia jackknifed from the diving board into the crystal-blue water of the estate’s main pool. She wore a sleek, navy one-piece suit, her creamy skin flashing beneath the clear water.

      She was an extremely attractive woman, lightly tanned, her body toned from some kind of an active lifestyle. Her auburn hair looked darker when it was wet, and he could imagine her deep-blue eyes flashing as she surfaced and called something to Leila.

      Leila grinned as she shouted something back.

      Harrison clenched his jaw.

      Julia was down there co-opting Leila, gaining her trust. Which was exactly what a good operative would do.

      There’d been a thousand signs that Julia wasn’t a spy. She wasn’t anywhere near alert enough to her surroundings. She didn’t look around when she emerged from a doorway, didn’t scan the distance or check for blind corners. She didn’t even glance to see if any of his staff were concealing weapons, and she hadn’t paid the slightest attention to his security guards while they toured the garden.

      But then, just when he’d become convinced she was nothing more than a klutzy reporter, she’d raised his suspicions all over again.

      Leila was vulnerable. She was young, impressionable. She’d be interested in someone from America. Julia had figured that out, and was obviously ready to exploit it.

      “Your grandmother and Brittany are on the way from the airport.” Alex joined Harrison at the window.

      He followed the line of Harrison’s gaze down to the pool. “So whatever it is you’re going to do about Julia, you might want to do it in the next fifteen minutes.”

      “Why?”

      “You being sarcastic?”

      Harrison shook his head.

      “Because, old man,” Alex said with exaggerated patience. “Brittany may ask—oh, I don’t know—something along the lines of, ‘Harrison, who is that gorgeous woman swimming in your pool?’ to which you would reply…?”

      Harrison got Alex’s point. “Right.”

      Alex clapped him on the shoulder. “If she’s a spy, I’m a ballerina. Kick her loose, lock her up, send her back to the police station. But if you want a chance in hell with Brittany, get Julia out of the way.”

      “…and I need to see him right now,” Nuri’s voice roared from the hallway.

      Harrison and Alex

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