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watch in the time she wrote down the order. She wanted to go home, which meant she’d deliver the food and coffee and leave her be.
Glancing at her watch, Kit flipped the book open to the dog-eared page and settled in to wait for her bus.
But the words blurred against the page. Jarod isn’t a banker. She’d never seen him before the meeting, and he was right about one thing—she did notice people. She knew every employee she’d ever met, on sight if not by name. She could always tell when she’d met someone before and didn’t recognize them—the spark in their eyes, the friendly surprise and ease in their expressions. She knew and reacted accordingly.
He demonstrated none of those qualities.
But he knew me. I wasn’t such great a mystery to him…and he appeared really worried about what Miles told me on the phone.
So either he ran a con on Miles….
Or he found out about the Raphael. The Raphael she’d seen in Miles’ collection six months before and knew didn’t belong there. At the time, she’d said nothing. After all, it took a thief to know a thief.
And she was an exceptionally talented thief.
This is all supposition. Maybe he saw me as a potential bankroll for his business efforts. The thought didn’t live very long because he sure as hell didn’t kiss like he wanted her money.
He wanted her.
The waitress returned with the coffee and breakfast. She added some sugar and cream to her cup and stirred it. Maybe she owed Jarod the benefit of the doubt. He could like her. She wasn’t an unattractive a woman. His reasons for following the plane, for getting on board—hell, even his actions at the airport could all have a plausible explanation.
Or he could just want the Buddha—like everyone else.
A shiver raced up her spine, and, she wasn’t afraid to admit, a wave of disappointment followed. If all Jarod wanted was the artifact, he would be sorely disappointed. Her appetite waned at the thought. The door opened at the front of the diner. She watched a couple of construction workers pad in, yawning. They took seats at the front counter.
She cut into her eggs and ignored the doubts niggling in the back of her mind. She had forty-eight hours to finish this, and then it would be over and done with. Years of hunting, globe hopping, and flirting with danger and she could finally put the entire matter of The Fortunate Buddha to rest.
Focusing on the light at the end of the tunnel, and not the fact she already missed Jarod’s company, helped her finish her breakfast. She watched the door every time it opened. She didn’t need Jarod or Louis finding her right now. Once she boarded the bus, she’d disappear.
This was what she wanted. Unfortunately, every time the door did open and it wasn’t Jarod, her stomach sank.
Stop it. She picked up the book and forced herself to read. At least the seventeenth century spy novel’s heroine got to sleep with the man she stole her information from—all well and good until he found out what she was up to and then the chase ensued.
He’d caught up to the dangerous duchess, and it didn’t take much to imagine these two in the throes of angry sex. I wonder if Jarod thinks hot sex is what he’ll get when he catches up to Georgia.
The image of his face when he discovered her ruse made her smile.
Chapter Five
The moment the redhead exited the sedan and sashayed into the coffee shop, he knew she wasn’t Kit. Biting back a curse, Jarod backed his car into a parking space, locked it up, and followed the woman inside. She stood at the counter, ordering a triple foam nightmare creation. From a distance, the color of her hair seemed similar, but, up close, looked too brassy. The way she moved, hard and jerky, appearing too defensive, didn’t fit Kit either. She stalked forward as though hoping to intimidate others into leaving her alone, all brash and flash without the natural sensuality or smooth seduction.
He’d traced the wrong woman. Slipping
Glancing at her watch, Kit flipped the book open to the dog-eared page and settled in to wait for her bus.
But the words blurred against the page. Jarod isn’t a banker. She’d never seen him before the meeting, and he was right about one thing—she did notice people. She knew every employee she’d ever met, on sight if not by name. She could always tell when she’d met someone before and didn’t recognize them—the spark in their eyes, the friendly surprise and ease in their expressions. She knew and reacted accordingly.
He demonstrated none of those qualities.
But he knew me. I wasn’t such great a mystery to him…and he appeared really worried about what Miles told me on the phone.
So either he ran a con on Miles….
Or he found out about the Raphael. The Raphael she’d seen in Miles’ collection six months before and knew didn’t belong there. At the time, she’d said nothing. After all, it took a thief to know a thief.
And she was an exceptionally talented thief.
This is all supposition. Maybe he saw me as a potential bankroll for his business efforts. The thought didn’t live very long because he sure as hell didn’t kiss like he wanted her money.
He wanted her.
The waitress returned with the coffee and breakfast. She added some sugar and cream to her cup and stirred it. Maybe she owed Jarod the benefit of the doubt. He could like her. She wasn’t an unattractive a woman. His reasons for following the plane, for getting on board—hell, even his actions at the airport could all have a plausible explanation.
Or he could just want the Buddha—like everyone else.
A shiver raced up her spine, and, she wasn’t afraid to admit, a wave of disappointment followed. If all Jarod wanted was the artifact, he would be sorely disappointed. Her appetite waned at the thought. The door opened at the front of the diner. She watched a couple of construction workers pad in, yawning. They took seats at the front counter.
She cut into her eggs and ignored the doubts niggling in the back of her mind. She had forty-eight hours to finish this, and then it would be over and done with. Years of hunting, globe hopping, and flirting with danger and she could finally put the entire matter of The Fortunate Buddha to rest.
Focusing on the light at the end of the tunnel, and not the fact she already missed Jarod’s company, helped her finish her breakfast. She watched the door every time it opened. She didn’t need Jarod or Louis finding her right now. Once she boarded the bus, she’d disappear.
This was what she wanted. Unfortunately, every time the door did open and it wasn’t Jarod, her stomach sank.
Stop it. She picked up the book and forced herself to read. At least the seventeenth century spy novel’s heroine got to sleep with the man she stole her information from—all well and good until he found out what she was up to and then the chase ensued.
He’d caught up to the dangerous duchess, and it didn’t take much to imagine these two in the throes of angry sex. I wonder if Jarod thinks hot sex is what he’ll get when he catches up to Georgia.
The image of his face when he discovered her ruse made her smile.
Chapter Five
The moment the redhead exited the sedan and sashayed into the coffee shop, he knew she wasn’t Kit. Biting back a curse, Jarod backed his car into a parking space, locked it up, and followed the woman inside. She stood at the counter, ordering a triple foam nightmare creation. From a distance, the color of her hair seemed similar, but, up close, looked too brassy. The way she moved, hard and jerky, appearing too defensive, didn’t fit Kit either. She stalked forward as though hoping to intimidate others into leaving her alone, all brash and flash without the natural sensuality or smooth seduction.
He’d traced the wrong woman. Slipping
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