Film at Eleven (The Landry Brothers) by Roberts Kelsey

Author:Roberts, Kelsey [Roberts, Kelsey]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2012-01-16T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

“That went well,” Molly said as she and Chandler walked out into the cool evening air. The scent of exhaust from the idling trucks nearby left a metallic taste in her mouth as she followed Chandler to the SUV under the watchful eyes of the law enforcement officers scattered around the lot.

“It did,” he agreed as he held the door for her, taking her hand as she made the climb up into the vehicle. “John saw you on television. Hopefully that will keep him from hurting anyone for a while.”

Molly hoped so, too, though John’s cryptic question still careened around in her mind. What had she ever done to bring the wrath of a sociopath raining down on her head? It simply didn’t make sense.

“You’re quiet,” Chandler said as he steered out onto the highway west of town.

“Thinking,” she murmured, adjusting her seat belt. “Or trying to, at least. I’m a little sleep deprived right now.”

His hand suddenly rested on her knee. It was comforting and exciting all at once. And she was simply too exhausted to sort through the many reasons why she should avoid repeating the earlier mistake of kissing him. Wanting to kiss him, actually. That was what bothered her so much. The consuming, thrilling want that his mere presence inspired.

“I know you need to get to bed, but I’ve got to stop by my place to pack a few things. Okay?”

“Sure.”

The drive out to Mountaindale Estates took less than fifteen minutes. In that time, Molly had suffered no fewer than three nap jerks. The hum of the car’s engine, her fatigue and the comfort of knowing that she wasn’t alone had allowed her to relax to the point where she would slip into a near-sleep state, then her body would convulse back to consciousness.

Chandler used a small black remote to activate the iron gate to the community. It swung open regally. Though it was nearing midnight, the full moon and decorative streetlamps allowed her to see many of the lovely homes set back from the street. It was a newer development, complete with manicured laws, sculpted hedges and trees standing at precise increments along the curb like soldiers at attention.

They had passed maybe a dozen homes when he turned into a long drive. The instant they approached, floodlights illuminated the curved, slightly sloping drive and the impressive front of his house.

“I wouldn’t have pictured this,” she commented when he parked and cut the engine. “This is so different from your family’s ranch.”

“That was the point,” he said, leading the way to the front door. “I wanted something more personal to me. And neat.”

So he liked modern architecture, she mused. The house was an odd blend of glass, wood, steel and concrete. Stepping across the threshold, she was surprised to smell orange.

“My cleaning woman was here today,” he explained.

She probably would have spent more time wondering how he had read her mind, but she was too taken with the house to speak. As he walked ahead of her, flipping switches, her eyes darted from one wonderful feature to the next.

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