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out.”
“Yale. And you—”
“Enough, children,” Addison broke in. “Don’t make me stop the car.”
Smirking at the lawyer, Sam sat back. Her father must be spinning in his grave right now. His daughter was riding in a limousine with an attorney and one of the wealthiest men in the world. She knew exactly what Martin Jellicoe would do with the opportunity—steal Richard Addison blind, deaf, and dumb. That thinking, however, was why her father had spent the last five years of his life in prison. She’d learned the lessons of restraint and patience, even if he hadn’t. As she glanced again at Addison, she decided that the restraint lessons would come in especially handy.
She gazed out the window past the attorney to watch the palm trees and coastline fly past, and wondered what she’d gotten herself into. Every mile took her farther from her gear and her car, farther from the safety net of the city and its crowds. For God’s sake, she didn’t even have a change of clothes with her. But she could play this game; she would play it, because she didn’t have any other choice.
They approached the front gates, a uniformed cop standing in front of either post. Sam couldn’t help sinking lower in the seat as they slowed. No, she wouldn’t have liked doing this on her own, but then, she wouldn’t have driven up to the front door. The limo driver rolled down his window, held a brief exchange with one of the officers, and the gates opened.
“See, you’re safely inside, as I promised. No need to go over walls, dig tunnels, or anything.”
Samantha turned around to watch the gates close again. “You have lousy security.”
“We have two cops at the front gate,” Donner said.
Facing forward again, she scowled at the attorney. “And they didn’t even check the trunk or the passengers in the limo. If the idea is keeping Addison safe, you might want to suggest they log everybody’s identification and check that noone’s holding anyone hostage before they open the gates. I know you gave them a description of me, because I heard it on the news. And yet here I sit.”
Richard kept his gaze out the window. Samantha had a point. The deference with which the Palm Beach police treated him was expected, given his status in the close-knit, elite community, but he would be a fool to rely on it for anything more than keeping the press away from his front door. They certainly hadn’t kept his visitor out last night—or just now. “Worried about me?” he asked.
“You’re my way out of this,” she returned, the tease coming into her voice again.
“Then try to be honest with me.”
“I’ll do my best.”
“Thank you.”
Tom looked skeptical, but Richard suspected she was telling the truth. Even so, he intended to keep his perspective. She might give off more heat than the Florida sun, but she was playing a game, just as he was. The only difference was that she wanted to get away free, and he wanted…her. “I do occasionally conduct business on the estate,” he said. “I also entertain. Guests are to be expected. And you have to admit, you’re not precisely dressed like a thief at the moment.” He took the occasion to run his gaze down her long legs.
If she noticed the scrutiny, she didn’t say anything about it. “I could have been naked or draped with ammunition bandoleers, Addison, and they wouldn’t have blinked.”
“Point taken. And since all I have is your first name, you may as well call me Rick.”
“I’ll decide what I might as well do,” she returned, though her tone softened a little. “But thanks for the offer, Addison.”
So she would put up some boundaries. That was interesting—and even more intriguing.
Ben drove up the long drive and stopped, coming around to open the door for them. Samantha jumped out first, obviously relieved to have escaped the limousine intact. Richardwatched as she did a turn on the front steps. She’d probably never seen the estate in
“Yale. And you—”
“Enough, children,” Addison broke in. “Don’t make me stop the car.”
Smirking at the lawyer, Sam sat back. Her father must be spinning in his grave right now. His daughter was riding in a limousine with an attorney and one of the wealthiest men in the world. She knew exactly what Martin Jellicoe would do with the opportunity—steal Richard Addison blind, deaf, and dumb. That thinking, however, was why her father had spent the last five years of his life in prison. She’d learned the lessons of restraint and patience, even if he hadn’t. As she glanced again at Addison, she decided that the restraint lessons would come in especially handy.
She gazed out the window past the attorney to watch the palm trees and coastline fly past, and wondered what she’d gotten herself into. Every mile took her farther from her gear and her car, farther from the safety net of the city and its crowds. For God’s sake, she didn’t even have a change of clothes with her. But she could play this game; she would play it, because she didn’t have any other choice.
They approached the front gates, a uniformed cop standing in front of either post. Sam couldn’t help sinking lower in the seat as they slowed. No, she wouldn’t have liked doing this on her own, but then, she wouldn’t have driven up to the front door. The limo driver rolled down his window, held a brief exchange with one of the officers, and the gates opened.
“See, you’re safely inside, as I promised. No need to go over walls, dig tunnels, or anything.”
Samantha turned around to watch the gates close again. “You have lousy security.”
“We have two cops at the front gate,” Donner said.
Facing forward again, she scowled at the attorney. “And they didn’t even check the trunk or the passengers in the limo. If the idea is keeping Addison safe, you might want to suggest they log everybody’s identification and check that noone’s holding anyone hostage before they open the gates. I know you gave them a description of me, because I heard it on the news. And yet here I sit.”
Richard kept his gaze out the window. Samantha had a point. The deference with which the Palm Beach police treated him was expected, given his status in the close-knit, elite community, but he would be a fool to rely on it for anything more than keeping the press away from his front door. They certainly hadn’t kept his visitor out last night—or just now. “Worried about me?” he asked.
“You’re my way out of this,” she returned, the tease coming into her voice again.
“Then try to be honest with me.”
“I’ll do my best.”
“Thank you.”
Tom looked skeptical, but Richard suspected she was telling the truth. Even so, he intended to keep his perspective. She might give off more heat than the Florida sun, but she was playing a game, just as he was. The only difference was that she wanted to get away free, and he wanted…her. “I do occasionally conduct business on the estate,” he said. “I also entertain. Guests are to be expected. And you have to admit, you’re not precisely dressed like a thief at the moment.” He took the occasion to run his gaze down her long legs.
If she noticed the scrutiny, she didn’t say anything about it. “I could have been naked or draped with ammunition bandoleers, Addison, and they wouldn’t have blinked.”
“Point taken. And since all I have is your first name, you may as well call me Rick.”
“I’ll decide what I might as well do,” she returned, though her tone softened a little. “But thanks for the offer, Addison.”
So she would put up some boundaries. That was interesting—and even more intriguing.
Ben drove up the long drive and stopped, coming around to open the door for them. Samantha jumped out first, obviously relieved to have escaped the limousine intact. Richardwatched as she did a turn on the front steps. She’d probably never seen the estate in
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