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the pillow, the covers tucked underneath her chin. Somehow, he had to get her to put the T-shirt she’d been wearing back on. He couldn’t have the other agents seeing her naked.
“Jenny,” he coaxed. “I’ve got your water so you can take your medicine.” He noticed then, she must have gotten a glass of water from the bathroom as the wet glass sat on the nightstand.
She didn’t stir. He reached over and touched her forehead. She wasn’t feverish. Just exhausted. He set the fresh water glass on the nightstand, then sat in the chair beside the bed. No way was he letting Randy Stevens, playboy of the year, get close to her. The man thought he was a hotshot with women. Wined them, dined them, promised them the moon, and left them for good.
Allan had no intention of letting Randy do that to her. He ran his fingers over her cheek. He figured his boss was throwing Randy into the equation to force Allan to act. Again, he wondered what Garcia was up to. He clenched his jaw, hating being tangled up in a situation where he was bound to end up the bad guy.
He jumped up from his chair and crossed the room to the dresser. After jerking a drawer open, he grabbed a T-shirt and pair of shorts, then headed for the bathroom for a quick shower. Once he was showered and dressed, he heard Cameron’s voice in the living room.
Allan left the bedroom to see what was up. Cameron sat on one of the chairs covered in tropical floral chintz in blues and greens. The chair’s arms and legs were whitewashed simulated bamboo, and Cameron tapped his fingers on the wood for a moment before he spoke.
“What’s up?” Allan asked, sitting on the sofa as Dale brought them sodas.
“We found out why Thurman was so attracted to Jenny.”
Allan already knew the reason why Jenny interested Thurman. The woman was a total turn on, that’s why.
“Money,” Cameron said. “She’s got one big trust fund.”
Allan swallowed his Coke. “That’s why she quit her job?”
Cameron shook his head. “Nope. She doesn’t get the money until she turns thirty or marries. We figure Wilson pushed to marry her quickly before we caught up to him. Once he got spooked, he tucked tail and hid. But he still wanted the money. The Agency thinks he sent his goons to grab her. We’re sure Wilson intended to marry her. Afterward, he’d get his hands on the money, and that’s the end of Jenny.”
Allan was relieved in part. He’d worried she might be more deeply involved with Wilson, acting as one of his henchman. Still, the notion she truly loved the bastard continued to plague him.
He knew there wasn’t any way Wilson loved her. He couldn’t love anyone but himself. The downside meant Wilson wasn’t letting go of her either, not if she had a substantial pile of dough. A couple of hundred thousand could certainly help Wilson’s insane cause. “So he’ll come after her again.” Allan stared at the three brass fish holding the glass top of the coffee table up. “How much money is there?”
“Around one hundred and fifty mil.”
Dale coughed as his soda evidently went down the wrong way. “Man,” he croaked, “you came into the big money when you married her.”
“I’m not married to her, remember?”
“The boss wants you to marry her, for real,” Cameron said.
Allan rose from the sofa like a bear ready to attack its foe. “Absolutely not! Why in the hell would he want that?”
“He said the Agency would hold her money in safekeeping. Wilson couldn’t get to the money that way, and maybe if she’s not worth anything, he’ll leave her alone. She’d be safer, Allan. That’s what the Agency bigwigs are thinking. And there’s no way in hell they want him to get hold of that kind of dough. Who knows what havoc he’d wreak with that much stash?”
Allan paced across the floor.
“Randy Stevens is arriving late tonight, and he’s to pretend he was a very dear, long-time friend of hers. So you have until then to make up your
“Jenny,” he coaxed. “I’ve got your water so you can take your medicine.” He noticed then, she must have gotten a glass of water from the bathroom as the wet glass sat on the nightstand.
She didn’t stir. He reached over and touched her forehead. She wasn’t feverish. Just exhausted. He set the fresh water glass on the nightstand, then sat in the chair beside the bed. No way was he letting Randy Stevens, playboy of the year, get close to her. The man thought he was a hotshot with women. Wined them, dined them, promised them the moon, and left them for good.
Allan had no intention of letting Randy do that to her. He ran his fingers over her cheek. He figured his boss was throwing Randy into the equation to force Allan to act. Again, he wondered what Garcia was up to. He clenched his jaw, hating being tangled up in a situation where he was bound to end up the bad guy.
He jumped up from his chair and crossed the room to the dresser. After jerking a drawer open, he grabbed a T-shirt and pair of shorts, then headed for the bathroom for a quick shower. Once he was showered and dressed, he heard Cameron’s voice in the living room.
Allan left the bedroom to see what was up. Cameron sat on one of the chairs covered in tropical floral chintz in blues and greens. The chair’s arms and legs were whitewashed simulated bamboo, and Cameron tapped his fingers on the wood for a moment before he spoke.
“What’s up?” Allan asked, sitting on the sofa as Dale brought them sodas.
“We found out why Thurman was so attracted to Jenny.”
Allan already knew the reason why Jenny interested Thurman. The woman was a total turn on, that’s why.
“Money,” Cameron said. “She’s got one big trust fund.”
Allan swallowed his Coke. “That’s why she quit her job?”
Cameron shook his head. “Nope. She doesn’t get the money until she turns thirty or marries. We figure Wilson pushed to marry her quickly before we caught up to him. Once he got spooked, he tucked tail and hid. But he still wanted the money. The Agency thinks he sent his goons to grab her. We’re sure Wilson intended to marry her. Afterward, he’d get his hands on the money, and that’s the end of Jenny.”
Allan was relieved in part. He’d worried she might be more deeply involved with Wilson, acting as one of his henchman. Still, the notion she truly loved the bastard continued to plague him.
He knew there wasn’t any way Wilson loved her. He couldn’t love anyone but himself. The downside meant Wilson wasn’t letting go of her either, not if she had a substantial pile of dough. A couple of hundred thousand could certainly help Wilson’s insane cause. “So he’ll come after her again.” Allan stared at the three brass fish holding the glass top of the coffee table up. “How much money is there?”
“Around one hundred and fifty mil.”
Dale coughed as his soda evidently went down the wrong way. “Man,” he croaked, “you came into the big money when you married her.”
“I’m not married to her, remember?”
“The boss wants you to marry her, for real,” Cameron said.
Allan rose from the sofa like a bear ready to attack its foe. “Absolutely not! Why in the hell would he want that?”
“He said the Agency would hold her money in safekeeping. Wilson couldn’t get to the money that way, and maybe if she’s not worth anything, he’ll leave her alone. She’d be safer, Allan. That’s what the Agency bigwigs are thinking. And there’s no way in hell they want him to get hold of that kind of dough. Who knows what havoc he’d wreak with that much stash?”
Allan paced across the floor.
“Randy Stevens is arriving late tonight, and he’s to pretend he was a very dear, long-time friend of hers. So you have until then to make up your
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