Killing Kelly by Heather Graham

Killing Kelly by Heather Graham

Author:Heather Graham
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2005-07-22T16:00:00+00:00


Just as they arrived, Kelly said, “Please don’t tell them about the incident with the car today. They’ll make something out of it and just go nuts worrying.”

“Maybe something should have been made out of it.”

She shook her head, distressed. “You don’t understand, O’Casey. If I become a liability, no one will ever hire me for anything!”

“If you’re dead, you won’t have to worry about it,” he warned her. “And these are your friends.”

She shook her head. “Please don’t say anything tonight.”

The scene at Serena’s house was exactly as Kelly had warned—wild. And delightful. Doug didn’t like to think of himself as the star-struck type, but meeting Abby Sawyer could only be described as awesome. Her beauty was ageless, and her manner as charming as her looks. She was a doting grandmother, and apparently more than fond of Jennifer’s brood, as well. There was nothing “Hollywood” about the gathering. Serena was in an apron, dangling her infant on her hip, able to prepare drinks while she shouted out to the patio to tell her husband that it was time to get the fire geared up. Doug met each of the kids in turn, laughing when he discovered that it was true, watching a toddler tear about probably demanded more energy than dancing the hottest salsa.

Besides the kids, there were the animals—a huge wolfhound and some kind of a fluffy little thing in the backyard, a massive cat on the rear of the sofa and love birds in a gorgeous antique cage.

Doug recognized Conar, Jennifer’s husband, almost immediately, though he said nothing when they were introduced, reading that the man didn’t want anything said. The actor had been in a number of top-rated movies and lauded in the papers for his choice of roles. But he was home now, just a husband and dad. He, too, was at the mercy of the kids. There were no housekeepers, cooks or attendants of any kind at the gathering.

Conar and Liam Murphy had apparently been friends for some time; there was an ease about their relationship. And when the children had been collected and tucked away in various beds, Doug found himself out on the porch where the two men were working the barbecue. He was glad. They were scoping him out, that much was evident. And it was all right. He already knew that there was a steely quality about Liam Murphy he liked. And Conar seemed made of the same stuff, entirely down-to-earth, bright, into and aware of the real world. There was some general conversation between them at first—politics, weather, sports. Then, as he pushed foil-wrapped potatoes around on the barbecue, Liam said, “So, you went from being a cop to being a dance instructor slash competitor.”

Taken off guard, Doug froze slightly, then shrugged. The guy was a P.I. And he and his wife had a deep friendship with Kelly. Naturally, he’d been checked out by this crew.

“That’s right.”

“Interesting change in careers.”

“I know.”

“You hated being a cop?”

“I loved being a cop.”

Conar and Liam exchanged glances.



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