Raw Silk by Anne Mather

Author:Anne Mather [Mather, Anne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

THE Mercedes moved smoothly beneath his hands, the thick

leather cool beneath his jean-clad thighs. Although he knew

it was crazy, and he was quite aware that he was breaking

the speed limit, he let the powerful vehicle make its own

pace, the road passing beneath the big car's wheels at an

ever-increasing rate.

It felt so good to be out on his own, away from Rose Chen's

cloying presence, and if it wasn't really her fault that he felt this way it was easier to blame her than acknowledge what

was really wrong with him.

Yet he was acknowledging it, Oliver thought drily. By just

being on the road, heading for Sutton Magna, he was tacitly

accepting that the reason for his uncertain temper was a cool

almost-blonde temptress, whose eyes and lips, and lush,

golden body, were threatening his hard-won impassivity.

He could imagine how Lightfoot would react if he knew his

errant operative was in danger of blowing the whole deal on

account of his hormones. If he even suspected that Oliver

was risking the relationship he had built up with Rose Chen

because he could think of little else but burying his aching

sex in another woman's slick moist sheath, he'd have a

seizure.

But God, it was years since he'd lain awake nights, imagining

how it would feel to make it with some special woman. Hell,

he'd been a kid when that happened, still bemused by his own

feelings, and eager to lay every chick in sight. Until Louise, and that abortive teenage marriage, that had taught him there

was more to a relationship than relieving his frustration. He

was too wise now to act like a lovesick moron; too old to

have wet dreams.

The fact remained, he was risking everything for a woman

who hated his guts. Or acted as if she did, anyway. A woman

who was already involved with another man. And that man,

moreover, who was one of the prime suspects in his

investigation.

He thumped the wheel with the flat of his hand, his jaw

hardening as he unwillingly considered the facts of the case

again. If Robert Hastings wasn't involved, then he was more

sinned against than sinning. But could he really be that

naive? He was James Hastings' son, for pity's sake! Who

should have been more equipped to take his father's place

than his only son? The twins were obviously too young, and

there was no one else. Except Rose...

Oliver's mouth compressed. So far, he had no real evidence

to connect Rose Chen to the operation. But, unlike her

half-brother, there was nothing naive about her, and Oliver

had no doubt now that she had been involved. Was still

involved, for all he knew.

For instance, he suspected she was the only one, apart from

James Hastings himself, who knew what was on the

computer disk he had seen her reading after the office was

closed the other evening. He'd only glimpsed its contents

from a distance, but it had looked like a spreadsheet. He

guessed it contained at least some of the information he was

looking for. If only he'd had the chance to read it.

Chance, he mused wryly. So much of life—so much of his

work—relied on chance, and he was a great believer in

taking whatever was offered you.

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