The Sapphire Heist (A Jewel Novel Book 2) Read Free Page B

you were pissed about something before the tour started. You did a good job, though, focusing on the customers,” he said, arching an eyebrow and waiting for her to pick up the baton of the deeper conversation. “What’s on your mind, Steph?”
    She sighed. Shrugged. Fiddled with her hair. Then bit the bullet. “What would you do if you suspected someone you liked took something from you, but you weren’t entirely sure. Would you confront that person?”
    “Whoa.” He held up his hands. “That’s a loaded question if I ever heard one.”
    “I know,” she said with a heavy sigh as she adjusted a mask neatly next to some fins.
    “Care to tell me more? So I can help?”
    She pursed her lips, rewinding to the last few days with Jake. “I’m not sure where to start.”
    But the truth was, she didn’t want to say the words out loud— Did the guy I slept with steal the diamond my stepfather bought with stolen money in the first place? Nope. She couldn’t breathe those words aloud. She didn’t want either the front or the back end of that statement to be true.
    This was a mystery best solved solo, so she finished her work, packed up, and headed to her Jeep, still noodling on the details.
    Jake was a professional. He cracked safes and covered his tracks for a living, so why was the safe left open? Wouldn’t he assume she’d check her safe? He wasn’t sloppy; she’d learned that much about him. The man had amazing follow-through, both on the job and in bed.
    Still, he’d stayed in her room all night. Hell, he’d asked, damn near insisted on spending the night, and he knew how to break into a safe. She just wasn’t sure why he’d done it the way he had. Maybe to throw her off the scent? Make it seem like someone else had broken into the safe?
    She burned with frustration.
    How was she to proceed with him? Business as usual or full inquisition?
    As she pulled on the handle of the auto, she stole one last look at the calm blue water, teeming with friendly stingrays. An oxymoron.
    But in it, she found the answer.
    Stingrays sounded scary.
    After all, who wants to be stung? But rather than fear them, tourists kissed them.
    Steph would glean more answers with honey than vinegar. Confronting Jake about stealing the diamond would only give him a greater chance to backpedal. She’d need to act like nothing was amiss. She wouldn’t let on that she suspected he was a thief.
    Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

CHAPTER FOUR
    She looked good.
    But then, that seemed to be the woman’s specialty.
    Being stunning. Being hot. Being the sun-kissed beauty he was damn lucky to spend a little time with.
    As she walked down the block, all he could think about was smothering her in kisses. Cupping her face in his hands, gazing into her gorgeous blue eyes, lacing his fingers through that blonde hair. Maybe even tugging on it.
    Did she like hair pulling?
    Note to self: find out if Steph enjoys hair pulling, spanking, and playful biting.
    She wore an aqua-green sundress with some kind of swirly pattern. He intended to take it off her. Soon. Very soon. But first they had business to do. Catered lunch to order. A mission to accomplish. He sat outside at a café a few blocks away from the gallery. A Frommer’s guidebook was open on the table, adding to the tourist look he’d perfected.
    When Steph reached the table, she shot him a sultry stare that scorched him. With her mere inches away, his earlier wish for the case to end quickly vanished into thin air. Let the case drag on. Let the diamonds go unfound for a few more days. He wanted time with her. To get to know her better, her body and her mind.
    But the voice of reason told him the more he gave in, the more he risked. Only, he wasn’t thinking with reason right now. He wasn’t thinking at all. Only feeling how much he longed for this woman.
    “Good afternoon, gorgeous mermaid,” he said, his voice dry and husky.
    “Flattery will get you everywhere,” she said