LITMIR.BIZ

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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.”

      “Good for him,” Mrs. Lewis responded. “I hope they lock them all up.”

      Sara grinned. “Me, too.” She shifted and groaned, touching her stomach under the floppy blouse she was wearing with jeans. “How can a little thing like an appendix cause so much trouble?” she wondered.

      “You’re lucky you were able to get to a phone,” the older woman said gently. “People have died of appendicitis.”

      Sara nodded. She looked around the pretty blue room. “Mr. Cameron and I agreed that we’d be each others’ families when we got sick, but I never expected to take him up on the offer this soon.”

      “He’s a surprising person, isn’t he?” she asked. “He seems so cold and distant when you meet him. But he’s not like that at all when you get to know him. You wouldn’t believe what he did to Mr. Danzetta …”

      “And you can stop right there while you still have work,” Jared said from the doorway. He sounded stern, but his eyes were twinkling.

      Mrs. Lewis made a face at him. “I was only humanizing you for Sara, so she wouldn’t think you were really an ogre …” She stopped and clapped a hand over her mouth and blushed.

      “It’s all right,” Sara assured her between mouthfuls of soup. “I did used to call him an ogre, but he improves on closer acquaintance.” She grinned at Jared.

      He pursed his lips and looked pointedly at her mouth. She almost dropped her spoon, and he laughed softly.

      “Well, if you don’t need me for anything else, I’m going home,” Mrs. Lewis told him. “Mr. Danzetta’s got stuff to make supper.”

      “I saw the sack full of tomatoes and tomato sauce,” Jared replied. “He’s planted tomatoes out behind the house in what used to be a kitchen garden. Tomatoes, oregano, chives, sage and about twenty other spices I never heard of.”

      “He doesn’t look like a gardener,” Sara commented.

      Jared didn’t answer her. She didn’t need to know about Tony just yet.

      “He planted poppies in the flower garden,” Mrs. Lewis said with obvious concern.

      “He likes flowers,” Jared began.

      “You don’t understand,” Mrs. Lewis persisted. “He didn’t plant California poppies. He planted the other kind.”

      He frowned. “What’s your point?”

      “We’re barely inside the city limits,” she said, “but the fact is, we are inside them. When they begin to bloom, Chief Grier will send one of his

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