Dirty Little Lies by Julie Leto

Author:Julie Leto
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 1416501630
Publisher: Bookgoddess, LLC
Published: 2006-01-02T07:00:00+00:00

Twelve

“DID YOU DOUBLE-CHECK the GPS system?” Frankie asked as Marisela attempted, for the fifth time, to close the hidden compartment behind the passenger seat of the sleek, black Corvette he’d requisitioned for the trip to interview Tracy Manning. The garage beneath the Titan home office was temperature controlled, but the exertion was making her sweat.

Winded with frustration, she spun around and knocked her head on the car’s low roof. “Does it look like I’ve had time? Why do we have to pack all this firepower, anyway? We’re just meeting Tracy Manning, tight?”

Frankie clucked his tongue at her in a way that made her shove her hands under her knees so she didn’t slug him.

“Can’t be too prepared,” he said, strapping his 9 mm into his shoulder holster. “We still don’t know who tried to kill us last night.”

“Or scare us,” she mused.

“You scared?”

“Hell, no. I’m just pissed!”

“Good, then fold that vest the right way, get it under the seat so I can’t see it, and make sure the coordinates to this farm in…Natick…are programmed in so we don’t waste time once we’re on the road.”

She arched a brow at him. “Bossy much?”

He winked at her. “After last night, I earned it.”

Marisela rolled her eyes. She knew she’d pay for her domination in the bedroom—more specifically, the shower—one way or another.

She’d finally gotten the lid of the storage compartment to click shut when a touch on her shoulder nearly sent her out of her skin.

“Ian.”

Her employer slipped his hands into the pockets of his perfectly tailored slacks. “Jumpy?”

“I almost got sliced open last night,” she said bitterly. “Tends to make me a little nervous.”

Ian tilted an eyebrow. “Clearly too much leftover adrenaline. The Marisela I knew a few months ago would have…worked off the excess hormones.” He streaked his gaze down her body. Even though she’d dressed in snug, boot-cut jeans, a two-layered cotton T-shirt, and her favorite thick leather belt with the flashy silver buckle in the shape of handcuffs that she’d found at a shop catering to the biker-chick, S-M crowd, his glance undressed her in a flash.

She unfolded herself from the car. “And how exactly should I do that?” she challenged.

He licked his bottom lip, and then cleared his throat and straightened his jacket. “Solving this case in short order would be a good start.”

She smirked. Big boss man couldn’t say what he really wanted to. Well, wouldn’t was more like it. She supposed she couldn’t blame him. His place in the company had become precarious since Brynn had breezed back into town. He couldn’t go around messing with the help. Besides, if their truce yesterday had unnerved him half as much as it had her, she could understand his reluctance to fuel the fire.

But just for fun, she sidled up closer to him until she could smell the distinctive leather and spice scent of his heady cologne.

“According to Max, you sent Frankie and me home last night. Ordered us to take it easy. You don’t think we found a way to work off the rush?”

His jaw clenched.

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