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tailing us right now, too.”
She frowned. “Then forget my car. I’ll come back for it later.”
“I’ll send someone for it. Will that make you feel better?”
“I’ll feel better if I’m the only one who knows where it is.”
“You’re twitchy, aren’t you?” the attorney said, pulling a bottle of water from a built-in refrigerator beneath his seat. He didn’t offer her one.
“Are the police after you?” she retorted.
“Nope.”
“Then shut up.”
Addison ignored the exchange, instead flipping a button on the door console. “Ben, take us home, please.”
“Yes, sir.”
Jaws clenched with a nauseating combination of nervousness and annoyance and adrenaline, Sam watched Donner tilt up the water bottle and take a long drink, condensation running down his thumb and dripping onto his tie. “Are those for everybody, or is he special?”
With what sounded like a suppressed chuckle, Addison leaned down to retrieve another ice-cold bottle and hand it to her. “He is special, but help yourself.”
“I’m glad you’re amused, Rick,” Donner muttered. “This isn’t what I pictured when you said you wanted her help. I was thinking more along the lines of a phone call or two—not inviting the fox back to the henhouse.”
“All of Addison’s chickens are safe,” Sam retorted. “Does he really need to be here?” She turned to Addison, who was watching her with that amused, sexy expression on his face.
“For now, he does.”
“Great.” She’d meant to sound more annoyed, but no man had any right to look that good three days after a bomb had nearly blown him to pieces. Her uncertainty about this whole deal grew, and she tried to drown the butterflies in her stomach with a swallow of water. Uncertainty, or lust, Sam? With the heated vibes ricocheting between them, she had a good idea which it was.
“What changed your mind about me?” she pursued.
“Curiosity.” He sat back, as at ease and relaxed in his expensive blue suit as he’d looked the night before in jeans andbare feet. “So, Samantha, do you have any idea who might have taken the stone tablet and planted that bomb?”
Sam froze with the bottle halfway to her lips. “The tablet’s gone?”
He nodded. “Disappointed?”
She deserved that, she supposed, and let the comment pass. “It makes a difference.” Scowling at the attorney’s cynical expression, she drank more water and silently cursed Etienne a few more times. And whoever’d hired him. That, she needed to find out. “A difference about the intent of the crime. Not a difference to me. Speaking of which, Addison, do you have any idea how you’re going to help me?”
“I have an idea or two. But I do expect your help in return. I won’t give you something for nothing. That’s not the way I do business.”
“Me, neither.”
Actually, getting something for nothing was precisely how she preferred to do business. But this was anything but business as usual. Everything she’d learned in her life screamed that she couldn’t trust him, couldn’t trust anyone. Her freedom and her life were her responsibility. Yes, she had a damned good idea who’d taken the tablet and more than likely planted the bomb. Etienne wasn’t going to confess, and she wasn’t going to turn him in. Throwing Etienne’s boss to the wolves suited her just fine, but she needed time to find the bastard before the police found her. Hence she’d answered Addison’s televised invitation, and now she was riding in his limousine.
Addison nodded, sending a warning glance at the attorney. “We’ll all make an effort to cooperate here.”
“I’ll do my part, but I reserve the right for griping and future ‘I told you so’s,’” Donner said, settling back with his water.
“That’s helpful,” Sam noted.
“I wouldn’t have to be saying it if you hadn’t broken in, Miss Manners.”
“But you’d still have a theft and an explosion, Harvard. And no one to help you figure it
She frowned. “Then forget my car. I’ll come back for it later.”
“I’ll send someone for it. Will that make you feel better?”
“I’ll feel better if I’m the only one who knows where it is.”
“You’re twitchy, aren’t you?” the attorney said, pulling a bottle of water from a built-in refrigerator beneath his seat. He didn’t offer her one.
“Are the police after you?” she retorted.
“Nope.”
“Then shut up.”
Addison ignored the exchange, instead flipping a button on the door console. “Ben, take us home, please.”
“Yes, sir.”
Jaws clenched with a nauseating combination of nervousness and annoyance and adrenaline, Sam watched Donner tilt up the water bottle and take a long drink, condensation running down his thumb and dripping onto his tie. “Are those for everybody, or is he special?”
With what sounded like a suppressed chuckle, Addison leaned down to retrieve another ice-cold bottle and hand it to her. “He is special, but help yourself.”
“I’m glad you’re amused, Rick,” Donner muttered. “This isn’t what I pictured when you said you wanted her help. I was thinking more along the lines of a phone call or two—not inviting the fox back to the henhouse.”
“All of Addison’s chickens are safe,” Sam retorted. “Does he really need to be here?” She turned to Addison, who was watching her with that amused, sexy expression on his face.
“For now, he does.”
“Great.” She’d meant to sound more annoyed, but no man had any right to look that good three days after a bomb had nearly blown him to pieces. Her uncertainty about this whole deal grew, and she tried to drown the butterflies in her stomach with a swallow of water. Uncertainty, or lust, Sam? With the heated vibes ricocheting between them, she had a good idea which it was.
“What changed your mind about me?” she pursued.
“Curiosity.” He sat back, as at ease and relaxed in his expensive blue suit as he’d looked the night before in jeans andbare feet. “So, Samantha, do you have any idea who might have taken the stone tablet and planted that bomb?”
Sam froze with the bottle halfway to her lips. “The tablet’s gone?”
He nodded. “Disappointed?”
She deserved that, she supposed, and let the comment pass. “It makes a difference.” Scowling at the attorney’s cynical expression, she drank more water and silently cursed Etienne a few more times. And whoever’d hired him. That, she needed to find out. “A difference about the intent of the crime. Not a difference to me. Speaking of which, Addison, do you have any idea how you’re going to help me?”
“I have an idea or two. But I do expect your help in return. I won’t give you something for nothing. That’s not the way I do business.”
“Me, neither.”
Actually, getting something for nothing was precisely how she preferred to do business. But this was anything but business as usual. Everything she’d learned in her life screamed that she couldn’t trust him, couldn’t trust anyone. Her freedom and her life were her responsibility. Yes, she had a damned good idea who’d taken the tablet and more than likely planted the bomb. Etienne wasn’t going to confess, and she wasn’t going to turn him in. Throwing Etienne’s boss to the wolves suited her just fine, but she needed time to find the bastard before the police found her. Hence she’d answered Addison’s televised invitation, and now she was riding in his limousine.
Addison nodded, sending a warning glance at the attorney. “We’ll all make an effort to cooperate here.”
“I’ll do my part, but I reserve the right for griping and future ‘I told you so’s,’” Donner said, settling back with his water.
“That’s helpful,” Sam noted.
“I wouldn’t have to be saying it if you hadn’t broken in, Miss Manners.”
“But you’d still have a theft and an explosion, Harvard. And no one to help you figure it
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