ТОП просматриваемых книг сайта:
Up Against the Wall. Julie Miller
Читать онлайн.Название Up Against the Wall
Год выпуска 0
isbn 9781408962374
Автор произведения Julie Miller
Жанр Ужасы и Мистика
Серия Mills & Boon Intrigue
Издательство HarperCollins
“That’s stealing,” she accused, drawing her hands from his chest and crossing her arms between them.
He’d done worse recently. “I call it a security precaution.”
A cool breeze off the river blew a long, curly tendril over her flushed cheek, but didn’t do a thing to soothe the fever rising in his body. He tested his restraint by refusing to move away, by denying the urge to sweep away that lock of hair that had caught at the corner of her mouth. He denied the urge to sample that corner with his tongue to find out if she was as rich and fiery to the taste as she was to the eye.
He forced Rebecca to be the one to retreat. She obliged by leaning back against the sweet lines of the car to ease a whisper of space between them.
“You are a son of a bitch,” she accused, jamming the tempting strand of hair behind one ear. The husky softness of her voice was a direct contrast to the darts targeting him from those golden eyes.
He didn’t argue the point. He didn’t say anything as he returned her purse and slipped the key into the lock.
“Did they boot you off the force for being a jerk?” She was determined to get the upper hand he wouldn’t allow.
“It is my right and responsibility to escort anyone off the premises whom I deem a threat.”
“A threat to what?” She snatched at his sleeve and demanded he look at her. “This is about your mother, isn’t it. If she and I can share a civil conversation now, then you—”
“Leave my mother out of this.” Seth could do the in-your-face thing, too. “I don’t want you snooping around here.”
“I wasn’t—”
“You don’t know how to do anything else.” He opened the door and pushed her inside, instinctively taking care to protect the back of her head, just as he would load up any of the suspects he’d once pulled off the streets. “Did you tell anyone here you work for the Journal? Or were you recording conversations illegally?”
“What? No. That tape is still blank.” Seth climbed in right beside her and closed the door, forcing her to scramble over the console onto the passenger seat. “Hey. Get out!”
For a split second, her backward crab crawl exposed a smooth tanned thigh all the way up to a line of black silk panty. Sheesh. Hormones lurched in a base male response to all that bare skin and he slapped his hands around the steering wheel before he reached for something he shouldn’t. Rebecca Page was the enemy here. She fired his temper, not his lust.
She threatened his mission, not his conscience.
Tender feelings like guilt or concern had no place in the world of power and intimidation in which he’d immersed himself.
And he was too smart to forget that.
He wisely averted his gaze while she hastily sat up in her seat and righted her skirt and the apron she wore. He went on the attack before he did something foolish, like ask if he’d been too rough with her. “Why are you here? What story are you working on?”
She tucked the heavy charm at the end of her necklace back inside the front of her dress. “I’m here to make friends and earn some extra money with a part-time job.”
“Liar.”
“Ass.”
With a noisy huff, she folded her arms and stared out the windshield into the fog off the river.
Seth breathed deeply, right along with her, waiting for a response. The carefully preserved interior of the small vintage car was tinged with the scents of leather polish and Rebecca’s own spicy perfume. Frustrated with her stubborn silence, he raked his fingers through the careless spikes of his short blond hair. His focus should be back on the Riverboat and proving that Teddy Wolfe was just as deviant and dangerous as Interpol and KCPD suspected him to be. He shouldn’t be sitting here, noticing the Mustang’s fine details. And he damn well shouldn’t be noticing anything about the car’s owner.
“Well?” he prodded.
“You said you weren’t a cop anymore. I don’t have to talk.”
Enough of this battle of wills. He needed to win this argument more than she could ever understand.
Seth fitted into Teddy Wolfe’s world all too well. He released the steering wheel and leaned over the center console, bracing one hand on the dashboard and the other on the seat behind her head. “You’ll talk to me.”
Конец ознакомительного фрагмента.
Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес».
Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию на ЛитРес.
Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом.