Pretty Woman by Fern Michaels

Author:Fern Michaels [Michaels, Fern]
Language: nld
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

11

His car parked around the corner, Kent Bliss made his way in the dark to the garage where he'd once kept his Porsche. His ass was dragging. There was no other way to put it, delicately or otherwise. Hillary Lowry had sapped every bit of strength from his body. She'd pouted when he said he had to leave at five o'clock, but he needed the cover of darkness to do what he wanted to do.

He still couldn't believe his good luck when Hillary had shown him what she called her husband's trophy room. She'd turned her back to answer the phone, and he'd simply pocketed the gadget guaranteed to disarm any alarm system anywhere in the world. He'd also taken the instruction pamphlet and jammed it into his pocket. All he'd had to do was move each display item on the shelf a little to the right or left, and no one would ever be the wiser. He'd felt magnanimous as he trailed behind Hillary, saying he'd seen enough and it was time for action. Hillary had started stripping as they walked down the hall.

So damn easy.

Now he was inside the garage, a pair of $29.95 binoculars he'd picked up at Radio Shack pressed against his eyes. It was finally starting to get light out. As soon as Rosalie left with the dog for her morning run, he would have an hour to get inside the house and out before she returned. He wasn't worried. An hour would be more than enough time. Rosalie was a creature of habit. She would have hidden the lottery ticket someplace where it would be convenient to check on it at a moment's notice. It was another way of saying Rosalie was lazy. Fat and lazy.

"Oh-oh, what have we here?" Kent muttered to himself thirty minutes later when a car pulled into the driveway. A Mercedes. The crown jewel in the Daimler line. He cursed under his breath when he saw Jack Silver get out of the car with what looked like a picnic basket in hand. Son of a bitch, he seethed. Now what? Were they going to picnic at home or get in the car and go somewhere? A picnic basket had to mean they weren't going to run this morning.

Kent's tired eyes narrowed. So, Rosalie was having an affair with Jack Silver. He wanted to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. Jack Silver and his wife. It was too damn funny for words. He continued to wait and watch, the binoculars pressed tightly against his eyes so he wouldn't miss anything.

Ah, this was looking good. They were getting in the car with the dog. For some strange reason the sight made him angry. He waited a full ten minutes before he left the garage and made his way to the kitchen door. In his pocket, he had what he called a burglar's pick. He'd gotten locked out of too many houses when showing them to prospective buyers. Jason Maloy had given him the pick and showed him how to unlock a door.

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