Courting Danger by Kimberly Dean

Author:Kimberly Dean
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780008148805
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2015-10-02T08:38:08.692000+00:00

Chapter Nine

Darien took Rielle to dinner as he’d promised, but for some reason it felt like a first date all over again. Hell, not even their real first date had been so tense. The conversation was stilted, and, when their hands accidentally bumped, they both apologised. He couldn’t figure it out. They’d been out. They’d slept together. How were things any different now?

Because they were taking it up a notch.

Even as a guy he knew that. It wasn’t what he’d intended, but he’d be damned if he was going to leave her alone out there to the wolves.

And don’t get him started on why Luxxor’s clients and the Jason Sloans of the world were included on that list. He knew he was looking for one guy, but he had his eyes on all of them.

Mike called during dinner with an address and, after their meal, that was where they headed. The apartment was in the Foggy Bottom neighbourhood, one of the oldest in DC. It lay close to the Potomac and had gotten its name from the fog and industrial smoke that used to collect in the area. These days, it was an upscale neighbourhood with government offices, the Kennedy Performing Arts Center and George Washington University, yet there were still pockets of seedier streets. And the alleys. In the late 1800s they’d been makeshift campsites for thousands of newly arrived immigrants. Development had built over some of the dark interconnecting routes, but many of them remained. Lots of exit paths, if needed.

Nobody should look for them there.

He dropped Rielle’s duffle bag on the sofa. The place was clean but desolate. No pictures hung on the walls. There were no cushions on the sofa. She stood in the middle of the living room with her jacket still on as he moved about, checking all the doors and windows.

Once he determined the place was secure, there wasn’t much else to do.

He took off his suit jacket and went to the fridge.

‘Thank God.’ There was a bottle of whiskey sitting in the door.

He searched through the cupboards and found two glasses. They clanked when he set them down on the breakfast bar.

‘All right. Time to belly up.’

‘Oh, I don’t usually –’ She stopped. It didn’t take more than a split second for her to change her mind. She dropped her jacket on top of her other things and settled onto a barstool. Her legs looked long and sleek when she crossed them and hooked a heel around the bottom rung.

He passed her a glass, and she downed the whiskey fast.

He winced when he saw her grimace.

She was wound up tight, and he was coiling up pretty good too. Hell, he didn’t blame her. She was with a guy she didn’t really know in a strange apartment miles from her home. Something had to break the tension.

It was whiskey or sex.

He threw back a drink too, and felt the amber liquid burn in his belly.

‘Is this a safe house?’ she asked.

He coughed and set the glass down hard.

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