Lovers Never Lie by Gael Morrison

Author:Gael Morrison [Morrison, Gael]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: ePublishing Works!
Published: 2013-02-20T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Diamonds.

The word conjured up images of engagement rings and tiaras. Stacia snatched the sweater from Andrew's hands and moved dazedly toward the window, holding the sweater up to what remained of the light.

The baubles didn't look like diamonds. Sparkly, yes, but no more so than a piece of costume jewelry. They couldn't be diamonds. If they were, that meant.... Her pulse hammered a staccato beat against her temple and her mouth grew as dry as the air outside. She thrust the sweater back at Andrew with shaking hands.

If these were diamonds, she had carried them into the country. Stacia drew the back of her hand across her wet brow. No, not carried them. Smuggled them. The room began to swim.

"Sit down," Andrew cried, and pushed her to the bed.

They were stolen goods. She had smuggled stolen goods into the country. She opened her mouth to protest that it wasn't so then closed it again without saying a word. Black dots formed a wavy line in front of her eyes.

"Stacia. Stacia."

A pinpoint of light appeared at the end of a long tunnel, then grew larger, more distinct. A tender voice drew her to it. Something cool pressed her forehead. With relief, she leaned into it.

"It's all right," Andrew said.

It was his arm holding her waist, keeping her from falling.

"Take a deep breath," he instructed, "and put your head between your knees."

She took a breath as Andrew had suggested, but her head still spun like a merry-go-round.

Andrew's eyes, when she could focus, were dark with concern.

"I didn't steal your diamonds," she whispered, hoping he'd believe her. Why should he? She hadn't believed him.

"I know," he said gently, placing a finger on her lips. "Don't talk. Just rest."

She wrenched her lips away. "How do you know?" she asked.

"You got them from Wilson."

"Stone. His name was Stone." Her head felt as though it were going to float away from her shoulders. To steady herself, she focused on his eyes.

"Wilson," he countered flatly. "My most trusted employee." Andrew's mouth twisted. "He managed my brokerage in Chicago. He was in charge of all the shipments to New York and London."

"Brokerage?"

"Moore's Diamond Brokerage. I buy, sell, and trade."

It was difficult to concentrate when the line of Andrew's jaw led to the sensual curve of his lips, reminding Stacia of how they'd felt kissing her mouth, making her sickeningly aware of the turn of events.

"How did you know Wilson gave the diamonds to me?" she asked.

"I was watching his house. I was sure he'd stolen the diamonds but didn't know where he was sending them." He took her hand in his. "I saw you pick them up."

"You were the man in the car," Stacia replied slowly. At last she understood. Memory served up a quick image of the street, the car, and the battered baseball cap. She should have known him by his hat.

"I couldn't believe you had anything to do with it. You looked so young—" He drew a circle around the inside of her palm, "—so vulnerable.

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