CA 24 The Hidden Heir by Webb Debra

Author:Webb, Debra [Webb, Debra]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Contemporary Fiction, Romantic Suspense, Mystery & Suspense, Contemporary, Romance, Suspense, Series, Harlequin Intrigue, Literature & Fiction
Publisher: Harlequin Intrigue
Published: 2010-08-02T07:00:00+00:00

She had him there. He couldn’t actually take her back to Chicago unless she was willing to go. In fact, legally, she could throw him out of her private residence. All he had on his side was the likelihood that she didn’t want trouble with the police.

What he needed was the boy’s location. And he’d discovered not a trace of evidence anywhere on the premises to indicate she even had a son. Apparently getting her to disclose that information wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.

“You’re right.” He reached into his pocket and withdrew his new cell phone. “I should just get this over with now and give your location to Van Valkenberg’s people. I’ve done all I can.”

She grabbed his arm. “No.” The frustration and fury she’d displayed moments ago had been upstaged by fear. “I’ll go back with you. Let’s just get some sleep. We’re both exhausted. I won’t try anything. I promise.”

Keith went on instant alert. The last time she’d behaved as if she intended to cooperate, she’d ditched him at a gas station. His gaze narrowed with mounting suspicion at her sudden about-face. “What’re you up to this time?”

She held up both hands. “Nothing. I swear.”

That move pulled the hem of the night shirt she wore a little farther up her thighs, drawing his wayward attention there. Great legs.

Her arms fell to her sides and one look at her face told him she knew he’d been staring at her legs. But then, she would have to be blind not to notice. His frustration level ratcheted up a notch.

“I think we need some coffee,” he suggested, attempting to find some place his gaze could rest that wouldn’t distract him. The words Dream Babe were plastered across her chest. If he looked there, he’d get caught up in the shape of her breasts beneath the worn thin fabric. The contours of her face were no less absorbing. If he looked for more than a second or two, he’d just keep staring. “We need to talk.”

“I have heat-and-serve cinnamon rolls,” she offered cheerfully. Maybe too cheerfully.

“All right. Cinnamon rolls and coffee, and we’ll discuss the issues.”

She nodded eagerly.

He turned away but hesitated before leaving the room. “Maybe you should put some clothes on,” he said without looking back.

She now fully understood that he had a problem with looking at her so scantily dressed. Probably wasn’t in his best interest to have let that slip. It was just as well, he decided as he left her room, closing the door carefully behind him. If he kept getting sidetracked by various parts of her body, she’d notice anyway.

He glanced back at her door. He wasn’t worried about her trying to slip out the windows. The two in her bedroom had been painted shut long ago. Just now, he needed that barrier between them.

Who knew? Maybe the building attraction would serve his purposes. He didn’t see exactly how just yet, but he could hope.

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