Bride On the Run by Leann Harris

Author:Leann Harris [Harris, Leann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781488026799
Publisher: Harlequin Special Releases
Published: 1993-09-01T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 10

The instant the door closed behind the bellhop, Luke raised his finger to his lips, warning J.D. to keep silent.

“Why don’t I turn on the radio and we can finish the dance we started downstairs.”

J.D. opened her mouth, and Luke knew she was going to let him have it for his maneuvering downstairs. He had to stop her before she said anything. He leaped forward covering her lips with his hand.

“Shh. The room is probably bugged,” he whispered fiercely, hoping she’d listen to him instead of throwing him onto the floor with some judo move.

Her eyes wide, J.D. nodded her head. Slowly he moved his hand away. When he was sure she wouldn’t speak, he went to the nightstand and tuned in a soft music radio station. Once the strains of an old Barry Manilow song filled the room, he returned to her side.

“Now what?” she softly asked him.

“I need to check the room for bugs.”

J.D. watched as Luke checked the lamps, behind pictures, under the edges of furniture. Feeling foolish standing like a mannequin in the center of the room, she sat down on the edge of the king-size bed. The mattress shifted in ripples, making J.D. grin at the thought of Bill and Gail tackling the waterbed.

The room was decorated by the same tasteless individual who did the lobby. The carpet was red, the bedspread was metallic gold, the pictures were of matadors and flamenco dancers.

As her gaze wandered over the room, J.D. noticed an odd reflection among the cushions in the overstuffed chair by the bed. Curious, she picked up one of the pillows. She swallowed hard as she looked down at the concealed camcorder.

“Luke, darling.” She wanted her conversation to sound normal to anyone listening. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Luke pause in checking a painting. She crooked her finger.

When he was by her side, she pointed to the video camera. Luke squatted by the chair. From the angle at which the camera was set up, it would capture any activity that occurred on the bed.

J.D. stepped forward and carefully returned the pillow to its original place. “That’s how I found it.”

A knock at the door caused her to jump.

“Who is it?” Luke called out, his hand automatically going to his waist for his revolver.

“Room service.”

“The champagne,” J.D. said, breathing a sigh of relief. She took a step toward the door. Luke held up his hand.

He peeked through the security peephole in the door. When he was satisfied that it really was room service, he holstered his gun and opened the door. After directing the man to place the bottle on the table, Luke reached for his wallet. He frowned at the two dollars staring back at him.

Quietly, J.D. pulled a twenty from her purse and handed it to the bellman.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he said smiling. He pulled the door closed behind him.

That she had money and he didn’t only pointed up to Luke how very different his and J.D.’s backgrounds were. He came from middle-class farmers.

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