Bad Hair Day 4 - Body Wave by Nancy J. Cohen

Author:Nancy J. Cohen [Wave, Body]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-05-04T04:00:00+00:00

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*Chapter Eleven* "Finding the murder weapon in Stan's yard doesn't mean anything," Marla said, stiffening. "The killer must have dropped it there." "Uh-huh." Vail, finished with his meal, pushed his empty plate to the side. She glanced at his implacable expression. "If Stan murdered his wife, do you think he'd leave the knife in such an obvious place?" "The front door was unlocked. Maybe he killed her, opened the door, ran outside and around to the back of his house. He wasn't thinking straight, just wanted to get rid of the letter opener with its damning inscription." "Oh, and then he returned inside the house to call the police? Stan wouldn't be so stupid. Did you tell him you'd found the weapon?" "Not yet, and you won't tell him either." They glared at each other, while Marla's heart pounded in her chest until another thought surfaced. "Christine mentioned Leah's name during our conversation. She said Kim might have worked out an arrangement with Leah. What do you suppose this meant?" "Are you implicating Leah?" "I'm not implicating anyone! Unlike you, I have an open mind. I don't believe Stan killed his wife." "You're biased in his favor." "And you're jealous!" Marla shoved to her feet. Ignoring the smirk on Brianna's face, she collected their dishes. In the kitchen, she rinsed the plates. Footfalls sounded behind her, and she felt Vail's hands on her waist. Her breath hitched as his body heat radiated toward her. "Sorry," he said in a soft, low voice that aroused her senses. Clutching a dish in her hand, she resisted the urge to turn into his embrace. They still had too many barriers between them despite their shared confidences. "You know I don't want you to get hurt," he murmured, his hot breath near her ear. The scent of wine mingled with his masculine essence to batter down her resolve. "Dalton, do you really believe Stan is guilty?" She placed the plate into a dish drainer and then wiped her hands on a towel. Slowly, she turned to face him. His arms encircled her, drawing her close. Through her cranberry sweater and short black skirt, she felt every point of contact between them. "He's the most logical suspect, but I'm looking into all possibilities. Circumstantial evidence isn't enough; it has to be conclusive." "I know you want Stan to be the culprit." "Only so he'll stop bothering you." His intense gaze stole her breath. "You've had a lot of grief from him in the past. It's time to turn the page on that chapter in your life." "Same as for you and Brianna? You have your own sorrows that need healing." He lowered his head until his lips hovered above hers. "We can help each other." A few inches more and their mouths would meet. Marla tilted her head, wanting nothing more than to be pulled into his arms. "Hey, isn't it time for dessert?" Brianna demanded, trouncing into the room. Marla jerked back, but Vail didn't let go of her.

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