Ice on the Grapevine (A Hunter Rayne Highway Mystery, Book 2) by R.E. Donald

Author:R.E. Donald [Donald, R.E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Proud Horse Publishing
Published: 2011-10-31T04:00:00+00:00

Hunter took the Overland exit off the Santa Monica freeway and had no trouble finding the Italian restaurant Alora Magee had picked for their meeting. As he drove slowly into the lot beside it, looking for a suitable place to park the Freightliner, a dark haired woman wearing khaki walking shorts and a white shirt got out of a small black Audi and flagged him to a large parking spot behind the building. By the time he had turned off the engine and opened the door, she was standing beside the truck with her hand stuck out.

"Hi," she said, smiling. "You must be Hunter. I'm Alora Magee." Her handshake was firm, her hand neither cool nor warm. He liked her instantly. "Where's the rest of your truck?" she asked.

"I left the trailer at the truck stop. Parking this thing is enough of a challenge." He prepared to close the door, but she stopped him with a hand on his arm.

"I've always wondered what it felt like to drive one of these mothers," she said. "You mind if I look inside?"

"Be my guest."

She climbed into the driver's seat and sat there, her hands on the wheel and a grin on her face. "Cool," she said, laughing. "Do I look like a trucker?"

"About as much as you look like a lawyer."

"I'm not what you expected?"

"To tell you the truth, I didn't give it much thought." And he hadn't, but for some reason it surprised him that she was so informal and friendly. She seemed self-assured and uncomplicated, as straight-ahead and cloudless as a spring wind.

"I did," she said. "You look a lot like I expected, based on what Sharon said about you."

He raised his eyebrows. "She told you what I look like?"

She frowned, wrinkling her nose. "Not exactly. She said you were a really nice man but that most people didn't want to mess with you. I figured that put you somewhere between Roy Rogers and Charles Bronson."

"Old guys. You got that part right."

"Old? You? Well, maybe mature." She clambered down out of the truck, and he climbed back inside, pulled the Wal-Mart bag El had given him out from under the passenger seat.

"Before I forget," he said, handing it to her, "here's a care package for Sharon."

Alora reached in and pulled out one of the books. She held it up so they could both see the cover and looked at him sideways, a smile dimpling one cheek. "Forbidden Desire?"

Hunter coughed and looked away. "They're not from me."

"That's what they all say," she said with a laugh. She opened to a random page and cleared her throat. "Jasmine could feel the muscles of his back through the wet fabric of her nightgown. She felt her nipples tingle and harden, and she buried her face in his neck, hoping desperately that he couldn't feel the heat of her unbidden desire," she read. "Whew!" She fanned her face with the book. "Hot stuff."

Hunter could feel himself begin to blush, made himself think of something else.

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