he didnât so much walk as stalk. Like a panther on the trail of some poor, unsuspecting prey.
She shivered at the thought.
Crossing her arms over her chest, she waited until her breathing had returned to normal and her legs felt steady enough to carry her without stumbling. Then she headed in the opposite direction. She didnât want to bump into Thaddeus Law again. There was something far too dark and dangerous about him.
Like a man whoâd seen too much. And knew too many secrets. Secrets he had no intention of sharing with anyone.
But then, why should he? A man like that probably didnât need anyone or anything. He gave every impression of being a law unto himself.
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Thad headed toward Joeâs office. But though he mechanically noted the security sensors positioned overhead, his mind was still on Heather McGrath. When sheâd first stepped into Joe Coltonâs office, heâd felt like some sort of awestruck schoolboy. She was almost too perfect. Like every manâs ideal woman. Tall, willowy, with soft blue eyes and a turned-up nose. She even had perfect dimples when she smiled. And to top it off, all that smooth blond hair flowing like silk.
Heâd had to touch it. Just to assure himself it was as soft as it looked. The jolt heâd been forced to endure had been worth it. It was the kind of hair a man wanted to sink his hands into.
And then there were those lips. So perfectly formed. The lower lip full and inviting. Heâd been shocked by the urge to kiss her, to touch his mouth to hers and drink his fill.
The perfume she wore was intoxicating. Like crushed roses. When heâd breathed her in, she went straight to his head and sent it spinning.
A man could get addicted to a woman like that.
Heâd been grateful for those few minutes to studyher when sheâd first arrived. It had given him the advantage when theyâd been introduced.
Of course, that didnât explain why heâd spent all that time studying her again when heâd come upon her just now.
He frowned. Men didnât need a reason to look at a woman like that. It was the most natural thing in the world. And it wasnât as if she didnât know she was beautiful. How could she not be aware of it? Sheâd probably been stared at by men since she was old enough to wiggle those sexy hips.
He knew her type. In his line of work heâd come across dozens of women like her. Rich, pampered, adored. They took their beauty and their lifestyle for granted. And when things started to fall apart, so did they.
Heâd be willing to bet that her idea of work was leeching off her rich uncle and talking endlessly on the phone to her friends. The first time she broke a fingernail sheâd probably throw a tantrum.
Still, when they shook hands, heâd felt the heat clear to his toes. There was no denying she was one hot little female.
And, he figured, as long as he was going to be here conducting an investigation, he may as well enjoy the view. Even though heâd have to remember not to touch.
Heather McGrath was too rich for his blood.
He knocked, then opened the door when he heard Joe Coltonâs voice summon him to enter.
âWhatâd you find, Thad?â
âItâs a good security system, as far as it goes. But Iâd recommend that you add some refinements.â
Joe nodded. âOkay. Thatâs why I asked for your help. How soon can you have it done to your satisfaction?â
Thad shrugged. âA day or two. I can order the parts you need. If you donât mind, Iâd like to hire the workmen myself. No sense having strangers on the premises that havenât passed a security check.â
Joe smiled. âWhatever you say, Thad. Can you stay for lunch?â
âNo, thanks.â Thad turned away. âIâll see you first thing in the morning.â
When the door closed behind him, Peter McGrath gave Joe a long, measuring look.
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