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For the First Time. Stephanie Doyle
Читать онлайн.Название For the First Time
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isbn 9781472016744
Автор произведения Stephanie Doyle
Жанр Контркультура
Серия Mills & Boon Superromance
Издательство HarperCollins
She rolled her eyes. “Fine. I’ve got to go.”
He watched the orchestra come together onstage and took the stairs to the auditorium. She’d already told him this conductor was particularly difficult to work for. Pushing her to five, sometimes six, hours of rehearsal a day when three hours was the norm. Apparently Romnasky was a perfectionist.
Mark lingered in the dark shadows, where he knew she couldn’t see him. She would probably know he was still there because the main doors hadn’t opened and closed.
“Come, come, Sophie. This time perfect, yes?”
She settled on her bench and Mark held his breath as the conductor lifted his baton above his head and the music began to play.
You’re going to lose her.
Words of advice from a conductor who had been working with his daughter for the past few weeks and had observed her behavior?
Mark spotted Bay in front of the row of strings, his violin tucked under his chin. Or maybe a warning from someone she considered more than a friend?
It didn’t matter. In time Mark would know who sent the note because gathering information and finding answers was what he did best.
When it came to doing that for Sophie, nothing would stop him.
* * *
“HEY.”
Mark stopped at the door to his office. Behind his desk sat JoJo, looking rather at home. She wore all black today. Some tights that made her legs look impossibly thin, with a wide top that should have made her seem witchy but instead showed off her impish face. A thin red belt held all the material together at her tiny waist. An elf witch. A magical fairy elf witch. With tattoos.
When he moved around the desk he saw that the Gothic ensemble was highlighted with red shoes, which transformed her style from angsty teenager to sophisticated woman.
“You do understand you’re in my office. Yours is the one next door. The small one.”
When he had decided to hire another detective, Mark had rented a bigger space in the same Liberty Plaza building. The new office had a reception area, two offices, a conference room and even a small kitchenette with a single-serving coffeemaker. He was intensely fond of that, as he preferred fresh coffee to stale coffee that had been forming sludge on a burner.
“I’ve been here for days already and you haven’t given me anything to do.”
JoJo had not waited until Monday to start her new job. Instead she had shown up the very next morning, on time and ready to work. He’d had no idea what to do with her so he introduced her to the receptionist, Susan, and gave her an excessive amount of paperwork to fill out.
“I checked with Susan and she said she put a bunch of new cases on your desk.” JoJo stood with the files in her hand, assessing him. “You’re not going to be one of those bosses, are you?”
“Those bosses?”
“The ones that are always telling everyone what to do and when to do it.”
“Isn’t that the very definition of a boss?”
She sat on the edge of his desk, her tights-wearing perfect little butt touching his phone. “I work best if I’m left alone to do my thing. Hand me the cases and I’ll get you results.”
“You sound confident.” A self-starter. Wasn’t that exactly what he wanted in a colleague? Someone who wouldn’t wait around to be told what to do? “Do you always sit on furniture like that? More specifically, furniture not made for sitting on?”
For whatever reason it bothered him. The way she sat. The way her body touched his stuff. The way she seemed to take up all the space in his office. The way she called attention to her very small bottom. He could probably hold it in two hands.
No. He did not just have that thought. He didn’t.
She stood. “Sorry. Jeez. Sensitive about people being in his office, sensitive about people sitting on his desk. I’m starting to wonder about you. I took you for the laid-back sort.”
He stepped in front of her even as she tried to walk around him. “I’m not a sort. And you don’t know anything about me.”
He was sure it was the expression on his face that made her body tense. Mark knew the power of his glare well. Hell, he practiced his hard-core intimidation look. He used it to knock people off guard.
She was right. For the most part, he was a laid-back guy. Right up until the point when he wasn’t.
It was time JoJo—and, really, what was with that ridiculous name?—knew that about him.
He’d sent hardened soldiers, Taliban fighters and steely covert operatives into retreat with this very expression. No doubt it would work on her.
JoJo snorted and shoved his chest. “Give me a break. You don’t scare me, spy man. Now, do you want me to go over these cases or not?”
Mark was stunned by her lack of fear. Her lack of awe. Her lack of every reaction he was accustomed to. Had he become so domesticated since returning stateside that his once infamous back-the-hell-down face was no longer effective?
He sighed with disgust. It was official. He was no longer a badass. Merely the remnant of one. He supposed that was a good thing, but it felt deflating.
She still waited for him to give her enough room to pass, her arms filled with the cases he’d planned to have her go over. But he abruptly knew he didn’t want her working on any of them.
A woman who could stand up to him when he was being his worst was someone who also stood a chance with Sophie when she was being her worst.
Leaving Sophie at rehearsal today had been difficult. He didn’t like the idea of her without protection. But given her attitude toward him, Mark knew he needed an alternative to following her around himself. Having someone Sophie actually liked do it was the answer he was looking for.
“No, I don’t want you to look at those cases. I have something more important that I need you to handle. Something incredibly important to me.”
“And that would be?”
“My daughter’s safety.”
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