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Rukh watched the guy as he threaded through the crowd. Such an ordinary, pleasant looking man.
After he disappeared from view, Rukh glanced down. His blood buzzed with electric excitement. The man had taken the dummy case he’d brought from the hotel instead of his own. Rukh hoped the unmarked bills had plenty of incriminating fingerprints.
He scraped back his chair and tossed his trash into a nearby can. He picked up the case gingerly, not by its handles where the man had grasped it, but from underneath and one side. Lugging the case, he made his way to the parking garage and Sarah’s car. She and the photographer Bob, who had his digital camera, were waiting for him. “So was that anyone you know?” Rukh asked.
Both newshounds grinned and said “Lover Boy!” in unison.
“Okay then, let’s go take care of this.” He slid into the backseat.
They arranged to meet investigator Tim Garza at a coffee shop that was near the D.A.’s office.
Even though Rukh didn’t need the immunity and legal paperwork because he could simply disappear, he stuck to his persona. He hadn’t found time to explain his djinn heritage to Sarah, and she needed a real life source for her story to run with all the new developments.
Besides, the papers would help him get an acceptable, legal job, buy a house with a mortgage, give Jasmine the normal guy she wanted. So the blond Alexander Karlsson cut a deal with the D.A., FBI and other alphabet soup agencies. He became John Smith, ordinary American citizen. And, along with Sarah, went into temporary protective custody.
By Saturday noon, Rukh was pacing from room to room in the tiny little bungalow hidden on a quiet street in Travis Heights. But Sarah sat at the kitchen table leafing through her notes and typing away at her laptop, a total workaholic.
“All work and no play makes Rukh cranky.”
She glanced up, her eyes glazed. “What? You aren’t working.”
“Yes, but you are.” He unbuttoned his shirt, teased it off and tossed it at her. Did a slow swivel of the hips. “How about some exercise?”
“Tempting.” She smiled. “But I have to revise the story with this latest development and send it in to the paper. This is big, even bigger than what I originally had.”
Disappointment must have shown on his face, because she crooked her finger and beckoned.
When he was almost at her chair, she stood and stretched. Her full breasts rose up and strained her T-shirt, making him happier in seconds. Her arms wrapped around him and pulled him close. Oh yeah, this was more like it. He leaned in for a kiss and received one. Slow and sensual, like drinking perfectly aged port with a sweet long finish. Warmth tingled through his cells, built to a flood and washed through every inch of his being. A soft protest escaped him as she pulled away.
“I really need to get this done. But afterwards I’ll be ready for all kinds of exercise and games. Promise.” Sarah pulled down his head until their foreheads touched. “Thank you for helping me with this story, for being honest.”
Honest. Rukh ducked his head, grabbed his shirt and turned away. He hadn’t been completely honest and it never seemed to be the right time to give her the djinn talk. Regret swamped him, but she was already glancing at her computer. “I guess I better let you get back to work,” he said. “Want something to eat?”
“A sandwich would be great,” she said, settling into her chair.
When he returned with her sandwich and a bottle of water, she rewarded him with another kiss. A quick one, full of promise. “I just have to send it in.” She’d just clicked the mouse when her phone rang. She grabbed it out of her bag.
“Don’t answer it.”
She glanced at the small screen. “It’s Eric. I have to take it.”
He grabbed the arms of her chair and leaned down, trapping her. “There’s a reason why we are in a safe house.”
“I know,” she said. “The story is running tomorrow. I want to
Rukh watched the guy as he threaded through the crowd. Such an ordinary, pleasant looking man.
After he disappeared from view, Rukh glanced down. His blood buzzed with electric excitement. The man had taken the dummy case he’d brought from the hotel instead of his own. Rukh hoped the unmarked bills had plenty of incriminating fingerprints.
He scraped back his chair and tossed his trash into a nearby can. He picked up the case gingerly, not by its handles where the man had grasped it, but from underneath and one side. Lugging the case, he made his way to the parking garage and Sarah’s car. She and the photographer Bob, who had his digital camera, were waiting for him. “So was that anyone you know?” Rukh asked.
Both newshounds grinned and said “Lover Boy!” in unison.
“Okay then, let’s go take care of this.” He slid into the backseat.
They arranged to meet investigator Tim Garza at a coffee shop that was near the D.A.’s office.
Even though Rukh didn’t need the immunity and legal paperwork because he could simply disappear, he stuck to his persona. He hadn’t found time to explain his djinn heritage to Sarah, and she needed a real life source for her story to run with all the new developments.
Besides, the papers would help him get an acceptable, legal job, buy a house with a mortgage, give Jasmine the normal guy she wanted. So the blond Alexander Karlsson cut a deal with the D.A., FBI and other alphabet soup agencies. He became John Smith, ordinary American citizen. And, along with Sarah, went into temporary protective custody.
By Saturday noon, Rukh was pacing from room to room in the tiny little bungalow hidden on a quiet street in Travis Heights. But Sarah sat at the kitchen table leafing through her notes and typing away at her laptop, a total workaholic.
“All work and no play makes Rukh cranky.”
She glanced up, her eyes glazed. “What? You aren’t working.”
“Yes, but you are.” He unbuttoned his shirt, teased it off and tossed it at her. Did a slow swivel of the hips. “How about some exercise?”
“Tempting.” She smiled. “But I have to revise the story with this latest development and send it in to the paper. This is big, even bigger than what I originally had.”
Disappointment must have shown on his face, because she crooked her finger and beckoned.
When he was almost at her chair, she stood and stretched. Her full breasts rose up and strained her T-shirt, making him happier in seconds. Her arms wrapped around him and pulled him close. Oh yeah, this was more like it. He leaned in for a kiss and received one. Slow and sensual, like drinking perfectly aged port with a sweet long finish. Warmth tingled through his cells, built to a flood and washed through every inch of his being. A soft protest escaped him as she pulled away.
“I really need to get this done. But afterwards I’ll be ready for all kinds of exercise and games. Promise.” Sarah pulled down his head until their foreheads touched. “Thank you for helping me with this story, for being honest.”
Honest. Rukh ducked his head, grabbed his shirt and turned away. He hadn’t been completely honest and it never seemed to be the right time to give her the djinn talk. Regret swamped him, but she was already glancing at her computer. “I guess I better let you get back to work,” he said. “Want something to eat?”
“A sandwich would be great,” she said, settling into her chair.
When he returned with her sandwich and a bottle of water, she rewarded him with another kiss. A quick one, full of promise. “I just have to send it in.” She’d just clicked the mouse when her phone rang. She grabbed it out of her bag.
“Don’t answer it.”
She glanced at the small screen. “It’s Eric. I have to take it.”
He grabbed the arms of her chair and leaned down, trapping her. “There’s a reason why we are in a safe house.”
“I know,” she said. “The story is running tomorrow. I want to
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