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had produced? Her breasts were riding against the nest of his chest hair, titillating the nipples with just enough pressure to drive her wild. Okay, just a minute more and then she’d. . . .
He picked her up and walked rapidly toward the back door all the while continuing to kiss her lips, her face, and trying to kiss her breasts.
“Cher, we need to go inside, honey,” he said in a hoarse whisper.
“Absolutely not! Put me down, David. Right now! This is not going to happen tonight. Not tonight, not never. I refuse to be your next-door-in-need girl.”
David dropped his arms in surprise, backed up, and tripped over the little garden statue of Pan tucked into a fragrant bed of lavender, his half-goat self piping in a concrete frozen act of seduction.
Perfect. Pan the half man/half goat will find you good company, David Larkin, she thought as she hurried toward the back door .
“What the hell!”
She could hear him floundering in her garden and in the blackness of the night heard splashing in the lily-covered goldfish pond.
Feeling heady release and freedom from temptation, she ducked inside and slammed the door, locking the night chain against him, and then slid to the floor, a bundle of unfilled urges pounding in her brain. Panting, she ran to her bedroom, jumped in bed, and pulled the covers over her head.
The thought came to her that she need not fear strangers intruding into her home but a familiar figure alternately beloved and disliked from next door. She had come very close to engaging in something that would upset her very much the next day. Hopefully he had not been injured from his encounter with a concrete replica of himself and maybe had even cooled off by a dip with her goldfish.
Chapter 5
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Cheryl asked. “Yesterday Detective Larkin assured me the best thing to do was to stay away from Sam Toledo. Now he won’t tell me why he changed his mind.”
An early morning phone call had summoned a bewildered Cheryl. She finally had agreed to an appointment with Chief of Police McCall and Detective Kevin Fowler and had been picked up and given a ride in a black-and-white police car. There had been no sign of her late-night visitor, not even a rustle from the separating hedge.
“And I’m sorry about that, Miss Esterbrook. It’s a matter of security. We’re in the middle of an investigation and, truly, the less information you have, the safer it will be for you.” The middle-aged man smiled at her kindly and reassuringly.
Cheryl was still mystified and filled with residual anger at Larkin for keeping her in the dark, but his boss was going a long way to reconciling her. Why hadn’t David explained it to her in a reasonable manner like this man? No, he had to give her an order. Just like him to treat her like a child.
“If we could, we would not involve you in this case, but your position as a worker on the estate has us asking you to help us out, if you can.” Detective Fowler pushed a button on his phone and requested fresh coffee.
“Am I safe? David said this man was a criminal and I saw him holding a gun on another man with my own eyes. This doesn’t make me anxious to hurry over there and complete the job I was hired to do.”
“Yes, it was unfortunate that you stumbled into that meet. We think those two are actually partners in some pretty nefarious activities. Why the gun was out is a mystery even to us. It’s difficult for honest men to guess what’s in the minds of the criminal, but no one was harmed, I promise you.” Chief McCall clasped his hands together as if he believed she would be satisfied with this explanation, then nodded and smiled at her.
“Are they using the old Hansen Mansion for something illegal?” she asked. What did the rumor of the bulldozers mean? Were they contemplating opening up a gambling casino or something equally as threatening to the neighborhood. Surely not. Her imagination was churning overtime, which was
He picked her up and walked rapidly toward the back door all the while continuing to kiss her lips, her face, and trying to kiss her breasts.
“Cher, we need to go inside, honey,” he said in a hoarse whisper.
“Absolutely not! Put me down, David. Right now! This is not going to happen tonight. Not tonight, not never. I refuse to be your next-door-in-need girl.”
David dropped his arms in surprise, backed up, and tripped over the little garden statue of Pan tucked into a fragrant bed of lavender, his half-goat self piping in a concrete frozen act of seduction.
Perfect. Pan the half man/half goat will find you good company, David Larkin, she thought as she hurried toward the back door .
“What the hell!”
She could hear him floundering in her garden and in the blackness of the night heard splashing in the lily-covered goldfish pond.
Feeling heady release and freedom from temptation, she ducked inside and slammed the door, locking the night chain against him, and then slid to the floor, a bundle of unfilled urges pounding in her brain. Panting, she ran to her bedroom, jumped in bed, and pulled the covers over her head.
The thought came to her that she need not fear strangers intruding into her home but a familiar figure alternately beloved and disliked from next door. She had come very close to engaging in something that would upset her very much the next day. Hopefully he had not been injured from his encounter with a concrete replica of himself and maybe had even cooled off by a dip with her goldfish.
Chapter 5
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Cheryl asked. “Yesterday Detective Larkin assured me the best thing to do was to stay away from Sam Toledo. Now he won’t tell me why he changed his mind.”
An early morning phone call had summoned a bewildered Cheryl. She finally had agreed to an appointment with Chief of Police McCall and Detective Kevin Fowler and had been picked up and given a ride in a black-and-white police car. There had been no sign of her late-night visitor, not even a rustle from the separating hedge.
“And I’m sorry about that, Miss Esterbrook. It’s a matter of security. We’re in the middle of an investigation and, truly, the less information you have, the safer it will be for you.” The middle-aged man smiled at her kindly and reassuringly.
Cheryl was still mystified and filled with residual anger at Larkin for keeping her in the dark, but his boss was going a long way to reconciling her. Why hadn’t David explained it to her in a reasonable manner like this man? No, he had to give her an order. Just like him to treat her like a child.
“If we could, we would not involve you in this case, but your position as a worker on the estate has us asking you to help us out, if you can.” Detective Fowler pushed a button on his phone and requested fresh coffee.
“Am I safe? David said this man was a criminal and I saw him holding a gun on another man with my own eyes. This doesn’t make me anxious to hurry over there and complete the job I was hired to do.”
“Yes, it was unfortunate that you stumbled into that meet. We think those two are actually partners in some pretty nefarious activities. Why the gun was out is a mystery even to us. It’s difficult for honest men to guess what’s in the minds of the criminal, but no one was harmed, I promise you.” Chief McCall clasped his hands together as if he believed she would be satisfied with this explanation, then nodded and smiled at her.
“Are they using the old Hansen Mansion for something illegal?” she asked. What did the rumor of the bulldozers mean? Were they contemplating opening up a gambling casino or something equally as threatening to the neighborhood. Surely not. Her imagination was churning overtime, which was
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