Liar, Liar, Tabloid Writer by Suzie Quint

Author:Suzie Quint [Quint, Suzie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B0153KX2G0
Goodreads: 26711355
Publisher: Suzie Quint
Published: 2015-11-21T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Alec figured Cleo couldn’t have gone too far. Not in her nightgown. And ay, caramba! What a nightgown. On a hanger, it would hang straight from the spaghetti straps to the hem, but on her, the subtle things the satin did between her shoulders and ankles made it impossible to keep his eyes to himself. The flash of long legs as the side slit opened and closed when she walked, the way it rode the slope of her breasts then fell from the crest, the way it clung to the bump of her butt.

He hummed as he made coffee, his mind still in the bedroom. What crankiness he hadn’t lost in the shower disappeared when he poked around in the fridge and found most of a loaf of French bread. When he shut the fridge, Cleo was standing in the doorway.

“Morning,” he said. Too bad she’d already changed into jeans and T-shirt. She even had on a pair of heeled sandals.

“You made coffee.”

“Somebody had to.” He grinned at her as he pulled two cups from the cupboard to set beside the pot. “Sit down.” He pointed to a seat at the crescent-shaped breakfast bar. She gave him a closed-lip smile as she sat. What was he going to have to do for one of those world-killer smiles?

He went back to humming as he plugged in the George Foreman grill on the counter. While it heated, he cut the bread lengthwise and buttered it. Annaliese used real butter, he noted with approval.

“Okay, here’s the game plan for today,” he said. “We go down to El Dorado and get their press release. Then we talk to people. Get the pulse of the casino, what everyone thinks is going on. We could cover more ground if we split up, but I think we should stay together. You can get them to talk, and I can watch their reactions.”

“You do know some of the things they say will be colored by whether or not they like Annaliese.”

“I’m counting on it.”

She glared at him. “That’s just what you’re looking for, isn’t it? Something sensational, regardless of whether there’s any truth behind it.”

“Of course, I want truth behind it, but just because someone has an ax to grind doesn’t mean they can’t also be telling the truth. You’ve been in the business long enough to know that there’s never just one truth.” The bread was lightly browned, so he pulled it from the grill. “We’ll decide what’s useful later when we compare notes.”

“And then what?” she asked as he put a plate with a piece of grilled French bread in front of her. “When we’ve gathered all the useless speculation, then do we get to go home?”

“After the coroner’s report comes back.” He filled the cups half full with the strong, dark coffee he’d brewed. The smell wafted up with the steam, filling his nostrils with the rich, warm scent he associated with his mother’s kitchen. He reached for the milk he’d heated in the microwave.

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