New Orleans 04 Shiver by Lisa Jackson

Author:Lisa Jackson [Jackson, Lisa]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-04-24T07:31:33.751000+00:00

Abby caught her breath as she recognized the driver.

"Oh, no," she whispered, spying Detective Montoya behind the wheel. This was deﬕ

nitely not good news.

CHAPTER 15

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ontoya, dressed in faded jeans, a black T-shirt, and a leather jacket, stretched out of his vehicle. He slammed the door and pressed a button on his key ring. The sleek car chirped and blinked its lights but Abby focused on the man.

His jeans were tight, his face set, his black hair falling over his forehead as he jogged toward the front steps. Stupidly, her heart fluttered. "God help me."

Oh, Abby, don't be an idiot. Do not go there.

She swung the door open before he pressed the button for the bell. Hershey bounded out, wiggling and wagging her tail, begging for attention. Yeah, some watchdog the Lab turned out to be.

"Expecting someone?" Montoya asked, and though there was a tension to his face, a bit of a grin flashed in his beard. The man possessed white, white teeth and a crooked smile, the kind, she supposed, that could melt a woman's heart. He took the time to bend on one knee and pet the dog, who responded by demanding more and more attention, wiggling and grunting in pure pleasure.

"Just you, Detective," she said, aware of the sense of relief she felt at the sight of him. Her nerves deﬕ nitely needed soothing. And maybe she was just one of those stupid women who were hung up on tough-looking guys, men with an edge, who, if you observed a little more closely, had a twinkle in their eyes and a soft spot in their hearts.

Oh, for the love of God! What kind of ludicrous thought was that? Montoya is a detective. Period. He's working on Luke's homicide. End of story.

Yet as he offered up that smile again, sexy and boyish at the same time, his dark eyes seductive and naughty, she experienced a warm rush in her bloodstream. So there was a fun guy beneath the tough detective facade. Knowing Montoya had a sense of humor was even more dangerous. The last thing she needed in her life right now was a man, and of all the men walking this planet, Detective Reuben Montoya would be the worst choice for her.

A cop?

No way.

A homicide detective?

Even worse!

Get real, Abby.

And who are you to even think about choosing a man? The last one you were serious about just got murdered, remember?

"You were expecting me?" he asked. "Is that why you came to the door armed with a hammer."

"What? Oh. No ...I was just taking out some nails." Not a lie. That's what she'd done earlier this morning. Quickly, she set the hammer onto a table near the doorway. As Hershey ambled into the house again, Montoya climbed to his feet. Light caught in his ebony black hair and along the slope of his chiseled cheekbones; she wondered what it would be like to kiss him. She focused on those thin lips

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