A Southern Promise by Jennifer Lohmann

Author:Jennifer Lohmann
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2015-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

HOWIE COULDN’T DECIDE if he should go out and buy a lottery ticket because he had been lucky enough to happen upon Julianne in Old Havana, or if watching her walk away from him twice had used up the rest of his good luck for the week. Her dress was a creamy, flowing number barely darker than her skin tone. The hem flirted with the backs of her thighs as she walked. Like an engaging smile, the dress invited his gaze, and he could follow her movement in that fabric for hours, spinning erotic scenes in his head as he did so. The color didn’t so much suggest nudity as it implied it.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t had the opportunity to watch her walk toward him in that dress. The fabric was thin enough that the movement and shadow around her breasts would keep his imagination occupied for hours, bolstered by the knowledge that she remembered the pig pickin’.

His mother had given him hell for the time he’d spent talking to Julianne at the event, always suspicious of Julianne’s motives and the motives of any Somerset. It had been worth it, though. He’d made Julianne laugh and smile and, three times, she’d reached out to touch him of her own accord. The first time had puffed him up with so much teen-boy pride that he’d forgotten to be jealous of her. And Howie had left that pig pickin’ feeling like the coolest kid in town because Durham’s princess had given him her time and attention.

Now he felt like the coolest kid in town because Durham’s princess remembered him.

Howie waited off to the side of the counter, watching Julianne dart across the street—jaywalking, tsk, tsk, she was a troublemaker—and walk down the sidewalk until she was out of view. Then he ordered himself a café con leche to go. He considered ordering one for Kia before abandoning the idea. He didn’t want to carry two cups on the mile walk back to the police station, especially when he didn’t know when Kia would be back from her personal errand.

It was only because Kia was out that Howie had been lucky enough to happen upon Julianne. It was one of those amazing and rare summer days, with sun, a nice breeze, but a high only in the upper seventies. If she’d been in the building, Kia would have wanted to drive to Shrimp Boats for fried chicken. Instead, Howie had risked pitting out his button-down for a mind-clearing walk.

His name was called and Howie wrapped his hand around the warm paper cup, then cut through the second lunch crowd to the doors and out onto the street. His walk hadn’t really helped with his thoughts, and he would need to walk the ten miles if he wanted to sort through his thoughts about Julianne and lunch.

Nothing of any use had turned up in Mrs. Somerset’s murder case, not for days. Avery Somerset hadn’t budged on the alibi she’d given Don. As

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