By Carsten Stroud
Jack Vermillion is seeing purple. So is Earl V. Pike. So is a great, attractive NYC detective named Casey Spandau. For Jack, it all started while Earl requested for a bit favor--one former soldier to a different. With Jack's son in deep trouble with the legislation and his delivery corporation, Black Water Transit, approximately to hit the massive time, Jack observed an opportunity to be a very good father, a very good citizen, and a superb CEO--by ratting out Earl V. Pike to the feds. It was once a enormous mistake.
Now Pike is mad. our bodies are piling up. And the entire backstabbers are popping out of the woodwork in Jack's rattled global. Jack's simply wish: detective Casey Spandau, who begun her week attempting to find a intercourse legal and ended up with Earl V. Pike--a guy utilizing guile, ability, and one wonderful long-range weapon to kill every body who will get in his approach. For Casey and Jack Vermillion, making Earl V. Pike indignant has become a cross-country nightmare. yet taking him down should be even worse.
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For a second she thought about how odd that remark sounded, but the fog in her brain kept her from focusing on the strangeness. His fingers traced spirals on the back of her neck. His tongue flicked at the corners of her mouth, never settling long enough for her to retaliate. Chills and flames chased each other up and down her body. Now the hand that chained hers began teasing tender spots on the inside of her wrist, places she'd never imagined as erogenous zones. He seemed to be feeling her pulse, the way she had tried to feel his.
You caught me off guard—took advantage—" Aware of the hot flush on her cheeks, she wanted to hide from his heavy-lidded gaze. " "Really? " "How should I know? I don't know you, and I don't have the slightest idea what you're up to. " Max's politely blank stare implied that her rant was too far-fetched to bother answering. " Using the couch as a support, Linnet pulled herself to her feet. "Come on, do you think I'm that dumb? " Her head swam. " He caught her elbow as she stumbled. " The room whirled when she took a step.
Max couldn't have any personal interest in her. He had to concentrate on finding his brother's killer. Just as she ought to keep her mind on Deanna, not on erotic fantasies. In fresh shorts and blouse, with the ankh pendant again in place around her neck, she peeked through the half-open door. Max lay on his back with the sheet drawn up to midchest. His eyes were closed. Could he be asleep already? Linnet tiptoed into the bedroom and flipped through the guest services directory. She ordered a sandwich—chicken salad, surely bland enough for anyone—and a diet cola.