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the front gate.”
“I’d like to see that,” Donner countered.
She smirked at him, not having to feign irritation as they continued to argue on Worth Avenue. Strong as the instinct to get out of the open pulled at her, she wasn’t about to compromise her standards. And considering that the male heat coming off of Addison was making her mouth dry, she definitelyneeded to keep a little distance—and perspective. Obviously she wasn’t the only hunter in the mix any longer. “All my worldly possessions are about two blocks from here. I’m not leaving them behind.”
Addison started to say something, then closed his mouth again. “All your possessions?” he repeated after a moment, and she sensed that she’d surprised him. Probably the idea of someone even being able to tally all their possessions, much less tote them about, stumped him.
“I’m afraid so.” It wasn’t quite true, since she had the storage unit rented outside of Miami, a safe house here and there, and a nice-sized bank account in Switzerland, but that wasn’t any of his business. Everything she needed to exist from day to day was in the trunk of the Honda.
“We’ll swing by and get it.”
Sam was definitely beginning to feel more like prey than predator, and she didn’t like it. This partnership had been her idea, not his. “Like hell we will,” she snapped. “I drive myself to the estate, or forget it. You don’t need to run my errands.”
“I want to run your errands,” Addison insisted, annoyance just clipping the edges of his warm voice.
“People don’t disagree with you very often, do they?” she asked.
“No, they don’t.”
“Get used to it,” she countered, having no intention of giving up the quarterback position. She could probably ease her way into command later, but with Addison she wanted some ground rules set.
“Why don’t you just cooperate and be grateful we don’t call the cops, Miss Smith?” the lawyer grunted, arms folded across his chest. Leaning back against the side of the limo, he looked like a tawny-haired mafioso with a tan and cowboy boots.
“Don’t you have ambulances to chase?” she returned, glad she didn’t have to work any particular charms on the lawyer. “Or do you have to be available to wipe Addison’s ass?”
“I wipe my own bum, thank you very much,” Addison put in mildly. “Get in the car.”
“I—”
“I’m not going to keep arguing. At this moment you’re free because I haven’t called the authorities. We’ll get your things, then we’ll go back to my estate and get down to business. That’s as compromising as I’m going to get, love.”
For a moment she wanted to ask what kind of business he had in mind, but under the circumstances that didn’t seem wise. He was right about having the advantage here. Even if he didn’t call the cops, the longer they stood out on Worth Avenue in the open, the more likely she was to end up in handcuffs. “All right.”
“Let’s get a move on, then,” the attorney said, his expression darkening as he looked past them. “Unless you want to use the six o’clock news to invite Dracula or Hannibal Lecter to dinner.”
Sam glanced over her shoulder, narrowing her eyes against the glare of the afternoon sun. The sight of a herd of news cameras loping in their direction made her yelp. Not bothering to wait for someone to open the limo door for her, she did it herself and leapt inside. No photos. Ever. A photo meant you were labeled and remembered and recalled at convenience. “Come on,” she ordered, sliding to the middle of the seat, away from the windows.
“And I thought I hated the press,” Addison commented, sitting beside her.
Donner took the seat opposite, and the limousine rumbled with reassuring speed into the light traffic. Sam didn’t let out her breath until they’d passed the last of the news vans.
“Will they follow?”
“Of course they will. I imagine we’ve got at least one news helicopter
“I’d like to see that,” Donner countered.
She smirked at him, not having to feign irritation as they continued to argue on Worth Avenue. Strong as the instinct to get out of the open pulled at her, she wasn’t about to compromise her standards. And considering that the male heat coming off of Addison was making her mouth dry, she definitelyneeded to keep a little distance—and perspective. Obviously she wasn’t the only hunter in the mix any longer. “All my worldly possessions are about two blocks from here. I’m not leaving them behind.”
Addison started to say something, then closed his mouth again. “All your possessions?” he repeated after a moment, and she sensed that she’d surprised him. Probably the idea of someone even being able to tally all their possessions, much less tote them about, stumped him.
“I’m afraid so.” It wasn’t quite true, since she had the storage unit rented outside of Miami, a safe house here and there, and a nice-sized bank account in Switzerland, but that wasn’t any of his business. Everything she needed to exist from day to day was in the trunk of the Honda.
“We’ll swing by and get it.”
Sam was definitely beginning to feel more like prey than predator, and she didn’t like it. This partnership had been her idea, not his. “Like hell we will,” she snapped. “I drive myself to the estate, or forget it. You don’t need to run my errands.”
“I want to run your errands,” Addison insisted, annoyance just clipping the edges of his warm voice.
“People don’t disagree with you very often, do they?” she asked.
“No, they don’t.”
“Get used to it,” she countered, having no intention of giving up the quarterback position. She could probably ease her way into command later, but with Addison she wanted some ground rules set.
“Why don’t you just cooperate and be grateful we don’t call the cops, Miss Smith?” the lawyer grunted, arms folded across his chest. Leaning back against the side of the limo, he looked like a tawny-haired mafioso with a tan and cowboy boots.
“Don’t you have ambulances to chase?” she returned, glad she didn’t have to work any particular charms on the lawyer. “Or do you have to be available to wipe Addison’s ass?”
“I wipe my own bum, thank you very much,” Addison put in mildly. “Get in the car.”
“I—”
“I’m not going to keep arguing. At this moment you’re free because I haven’t called the authorities. We’ll get your things, then we’ll go back to my estate and get down to business. That’s as compromising as I’m going to get, love.”
For a moment she wanted to ask what kind of business he had in mind, but under the circumstances that didn’t seem wise. He was right about having the advantage here. Even if he didn’t call the cops, the longer they stood out on Worth Avenue in the open, the more likely she was to end up in handcuffs. “All right.”
“Let’s get a move on, then,” the attorney said, his expression darkening as he looked past them. “Unless you want to use the six o’clock news to invite Dracula or Hannibal Lecter to dinner.”
Sam glanced over her shoulder, narrowing her eyes against the glare of the afternoon sun. The sight of a herd of news cameras loping in their direction made her yelp. Not bothering to wait for someone to open the limo door for her, she did it herself and leapt inside. No photos. Ever. A photo meant you were labeled and remembered and recalled at convenience. “Come on,” she ordered, sliding to the middle of the seat, away from the windows.
“And I thought I hated the press,” Addison commented, sitting beside her.
Donner took the seat opposite, and the limousine rumbled with reassuring speed into the light traffic. Sam didn’t let out her breath until they’d passed the last of the news vans.
“Will they follow?”
“Of course they will. I imagine we’ve got at least one news helicopter
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