Courting the Enemy by Renee Ryan

Author:Renee Ryan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2011-10-14T16:00:00+00:00

By the time Trent had all the information he needed stored safely in his head, a band of low-flying clouds had rolled in from the west, dimming the moonlight to an unnatural haze.

The lack of light wasn’t a problem at this point. Trent already had the layout of the shipyard memorized, including the points of weakness. All of which were contained in the dry docks and dockside sheds.

Peering up at the giant crane above his head, an uncomfortable feeling pricked at his senses. And made him think he’d missed something important here tonight.

He lowered his head and glanced around him, taking in the shipyard slowly, methodically. The dry docks held a cold, uninviting air, as did the rest of the shipyard. Perhaps it was the subdued lighting of the moon, or maybe the out-of-place swing music wafting in the air that set Trent on edge.

The wind kicked up, slapping him in the face. He needed to return to his hotel room and re-create Pembroke on paper.

Before slipping back into the river, Trent decided to check Savannah’s office one last time. He’d missed something significant. He felt the truth of it deep in his gut.

Moving slowly, with the stealth he’d honed from sneaking around German shipyards, he entered her office. The door, as he’d noted the first time he’d pushed it open, hadn’t been locked. A clear indication Savannah wasn’t trying to hide anything momentous.

Yet the uneasy feeling persisted. Trent stopped on the threshold, once again noting the fact that the woman kept a tidy work area completely free of clutter.

This time, as he moved to her desk, his instincts started humming. Savannah was hiding something here, after all, something vital. Something that would either incriminate her or, perhaps, exonerate her.

Eyes narrowed to slits, Trent circled around to the other side of the desk and sat in Savannah’s chair. The ancient springs creaked in protest.

He glanced at the window overlooking the river, the one facing Anderson Shipyard, and let out a slow hiss of relief. From this angle, he couldn’t see out the window at all. If Savannah was gathering information for her father it wasn’t from sitting behind her desk.

Not that something so minor would make a difference. All she would have to do was rise and she would be able to see out the window.

Lowering his gaze, he ran his palm flat across the desktop then opened the row of drawers on his left. Like the first time he’d searched their contents, he discovered ledgers, loose papers, invoices—in short, everything necessary for a bookkeeper to do her job successfully.

Turning his attention to the drawers on his right, Trent once again found nothing out of the ordinary.

On high alert, his instincts batting at him with hard blows, he opened the center drawer and dug around. When he shoved his hand to the back, his fingertips came in contact with something cold and smooth. A quick flick of his wrist and he pulled the item free of the drawer.

What he held in his hand made Trent smile.

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