Diamonds Can Be Deadly by Merline Lovelace

Author:Merline Lovelace [Lovelace, Merline]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781460395653
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2006-08-28T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 9

Jordan woke the next morning primed for her meeting with Alejandro Garcia. When she tilted the plantation shutters to let in the dazzling light, anticipation hummed along her nerves and stirred up her senses.

The hibiscus crowding the lanai smelled sweeter, stronger. The ocean chanted a surging rhythm. Refusing to dwell on how much of her supercharged energy stemmed from that incredible, insane session with TJ last night, she washed, dragged a brush through her hair, slapped on a minimum of makeup and dressed.

Thank God for the resort’s elegant boutiques and well-stocked gift shops! She’d augmented the limited wardrobe she’d packed into the carryall with strategic purchases, one of which had bitten the dust last night. The white-on-white sundress sat in a plastic laundry sack, crying for cleaning. The gauzy shorts and turquoise halter top would work for the morning group session, but not the meeting with the Colombians. She settled for freshly laundered linen slacks and a sleeveless silk blouse in a soft peach that brought out the highlights in her deep auburn hair. Draping a multistrand link belt with hundreds of dangling charms around her hips, she reached for the finishing touch.

The emerald teardrop felt cool when she picked it up, warm when it nestled against her skin. She stood still for a moment, frowning at the odd sensation that seemed to emanate from the stone. Not a vibration, exactly. Not an out-and-out quiver. Just a small tremor, as if it was absorbing her energy.

“Don’t get crazy, Colby. Remember, it’s a trick.”

With that stern admonition, she left her cottage and joined the guests who’d gathered for the breakfast buffet at the Jade Buddha. Harry McShay wasn’t among them, Jordan saw in a quick sweep of the tables. Swallowing her disappointment, she followed the hostess past ice sculptures, juice fountains and a waffle station sporting a wicked array of toppings to a table set beside the three-tiered pool.

“Just coffee,” she told the waiter before helping herself to slices of fresh pineapple and a toasted bagel. The waffles were screaming her name, but old habits died hard. She’d added a thin spread of low-fat cream cheese to one half of the bagel and was ready to chow down when TJ appeared.

Her hand halted halfway to her mouth. He looked like she felt, she thought as her stomach performed a ridiculous little flip-flop. Relaxed on the outside, yet moving with a stride that suggested a coiled energy on the inside. He also looked so good she had to remind herself to breathe.

His hair was slick and dark from his shower. His knit shirt clung to his powerful shoulders and torso. Remembering the feel of that body pressing hers into the sand, Jordan gulped.

“Morning, Red.”

Pulling out a chair, he joined her. The tangy lime scent of his aftershave drifted across the table as he helped himself to the other half of her bagel and smothered it with a thick layer of cream cheese.

“Alejandro Garcia and friends took the red-eye shuttle from Bogotá via Miami and LAX.

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