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doesn’t look like a lot of things. Amuse yourself until I get Max out of here. I’ll be back soon.”

      “Okay.”

      He winked at her and closed the door on his way out.

      “Are you out of your mind?” Max raged. “The girl’s poor! She’s just after your money!”

      He slid his hands deep into his pockets and glared back at her. “And you discovered that after exchanging two sentences with her, did you?”

      Her lips tautened. “You can’t get involved with the locals, Jared. You know that, and you know why.”

      He cocked his head and stared at her intently. “Why are you here?” he asked abruptly. “I can sign contracts at your office in Oklahoma City if I have to. I can’t think of a single good reason for you to be underfoot.”

      Her eyes avoided his. “You’re vulnerable right now. You might get involved with someone you’d walk away from if things were normal.”

      “I pay you a king’s ransom of a retainer to look out for my business interests,” he said, emphasizing the business. “You start poking your nose into my private life and I’ll replace you with a man. After,” he added deliberately, “I send a letter of explanation to the Oklahoma Bar Association.”

      Her anger was gone at once. She pulled herself together. “You’re right, I was out of line.”

      “What contracts are we discussing, then?”

      She seemed oddly disoriented. One hand went to her temple and she frowned. “You know, I can’t remember.”

      “Then why don’t you go back to your office and think about it?” he suggested.

      She sighed. “Okay. But it’s still not good sense to trust people you don’t know too far,” she added.

      He didn’t reply.

      She went into the living room and picked up her attaché case. She laughed self-consciously. “I really just wanted to see how you were,” she confessed.

      “I’m fine.”

      “Take care of yourself.”

      He didn’t answer that statement, either. He just stared at her with dark, brooding eyes until she went toward the front door.

      “You’ll call, if you need anything?” she asked at the door.

      “If I need legal advice,” he emphasized, “I will.”

      She grimaced. The door closed firmly behind her.

      Jared stared into space as he wondered how he’d missed that possessiveness in Max. Had it been there all along, or was it just starting? She knew he didn’t want involvement. He’d said so. Why had she come? Had she been checking up on him and found out about Sara?

      He turned toward his study, still deep in thought. She did have a point, about Sara. He knew almost nothing about her.

      Tony the Dancer came in with a bag of groceries. He paused at the open study door.

      “I met a stretch limo on my way back,” he told Jared. “Was it Max?”

      He nodded.

      “What was she doing here?” he asked.

      “God knows,” Jared replied curtly. “Warning me off Sara, I guess.”

      “I thought it would come to that,” Tony mused. “Max likes to live high, and she doesn’t make quite enough to suit her tastes.”

      “Obviously. Her office had better be paying for that limo,” he added. “I’m not picking up the tab.”

      “You should tell Arthur,” the other man advised, naming the elderly accountant who lived in and took care of the accounts.

      “I will. You cooking?”

      “Unless you want to try again,” Tony said warily. “I’m still trying to scrape the scrambled eggs off that iron skillet.”

      “You didn’t say I had to grease it first,” he growled.

      Tony just shook his head. “How’s the kid?” he asked, nodding toward the hall.

      “She’s a grown woman,” Jared countered. “She’s fine.”

      Grown woman? Tony wondered if his employer really thought that innocent in his spare bed was fair game. She put on a good front with Jared, but Tony could see through the camouflage, and he knew things that his boss didn’t. He wondered if he should mention what he knew to the other man, but the phone rang and Jared picked up the receiver. Tony thought it must be fate, and he went off into the kitchen to cook.

      Sara fussed when Mrs. Lewis had to come all that way to serve her a bowl of soup and a salad.

      “I can walk, honestly,” she protested gently. “You don’t have to wait on me.”

      Mrs. Lewis just grinned as she slid the tray onto Sara’s lap. “It isn’t any trouble, dear. Tony will pick this up. I have to get back home. My sister’s coming over to visit.” She chuckled. “Tony’s making supper for you and the boss tonight. He walked in with enough Italian sausage and tomato sauce to float a battleship.”

      Now Sara remembered that Tony cooked Italian dishes for his boss. The big man didn’t look like anybody’s idea of a chef. She said as much to the older woman.

      Mrs. Lewis raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Danzetta is in a class of his own as a cook. I can do basic meals, but he has a flair for improvising. He saved me a plate of spaghetti just after I came to work here. It was the best I ever tasted.”

      “I never thought of a bodyguard as being a cook,” Sara commented.

      The older woman glanced at the open door and moved a little closer. “He wears an automatic pistol under his jacket,” she said softly. “I watched out the kitchen window while he was practicing with it. He stuck pennies in clothespins and strung the clothespins on an old wire that was used for a clothesline years ago. And in a heartbeat,” she added, “he’d picked off the pennies without touching the clothespins.”

      Sara’s eyes grew wide. “I’m going to make sure that I never tick him off,” she murmured aloud.

      “He’s pretty handy with martial arts, too,” Mrs. Lewis added. “He spars with Mr. Cameron.”

      She hesitated with the soup halfway to her mouth in a spoon. “Mr. Cameron does martial arts?”

      Mrs. Lewis nodded. “Tony said he’d never met a man he couldn’t throw until he started working here.”

      “And here I thought Mr. Cameron hired Tony because he didn’t want to get his hands dirty.”

      “Tony isn’t quite what he seems,” the older woman said quietly. “And neither is his boss. They’re both very secretive. And they know Cy Parks and Eb Scott.”

      That was interesting, because Cy and Eb were part of a group of professional soldiers who’d fought all over the world. Several of the old group lived either in Jacobs County or in Houston and San Antonio.

      “Well, that sounds very mysterious, doesn’t it?” Sara murmured as she sipped the hot liquid. “This is wonderful soup, Mrs. Lewis. I can’t make potato soup, but I love to eat it.”

      The older woman beamed. “I’m glad you like it.”

      Sara paused, thinking. “Mr. Cameron was in a huddle with Chief Grier at the symphony concert,” she recalled. “They looked very solemn.”

      “Gossip says that a new group is trying to establish a drug smuggling network through here again.”

      “That might explain the serious faces,” Sara replied. “Our police chief has solved a lot of drug cases, and made a lot of enemies to go with them.”

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