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I heard voices. I tried to get my body back under my control (and failed), but then in mere moments Lee came back into the room.
He walked straight to the bed and hauled me out. I slammed against him and he kissed me, hard and deep, but unfortunately not long.
“I have to go,” he told me.
I wanted to scream, “No!” I was beginning to getseriouslyhot and bothered. He’d just admitted he loved my ass and always had. And I wanted to explore his God-given talents.
Instead, I just kept holding on to his shoulders because that was all I was capable of doing after his kiss.
He smiled.
Damn the man.
“I’ll pick you up at Fortnum’s as soon as I can. Promise me in the meantime you won’t get into trouble.”
I nodded my head.
He stared at me a second, then sighed. “You’re lying.”
“No I’m not,” I replied.
“Just don’t do anything too stupid.”
As if!
He brushed his lips against mine. He let me go, headed straight to the bathroom, took a shower, dressed and left.
I called and asked Ally to come pick me up.
We had a long, busy day ahead of us if we were going to find Rosie.
SIX
KINKY FRIEDMAN ZONE
Idecided to drag Jane into the search. In fact, I decided to drageveryoneinto the search.
We spent the morning waiting on coffee customers, the one person who actually wanted to buy a book, and making phone calls to everyone we knew, putting an APB out on both Rosie and Duke.
Regardless of her first shock at seeing the state of my face (I had a mini-shiner, not a full-blown black eye but a killer bruise on my cheekbone and yellow discoloring under the eye), Jane was excited. Jane thought this was fun. Jane had not been shot at or stunned-gunned (yet). She read romances, but she also read mysteries and detective novels. She was in the Kinky Friedman zone.
Jane headed off to Evergreen after the morning rush to put a note under Duke’s door, telling him to call me the minute he got home, with a little PS to Dolores, inviting her to Girl’s Night Out next Wednesday.
I had decided that the morning’s weakness with Lee was temporary insanity and the aftereffects of sake. I was back to my decision that Lee and I weren’t a good idea. Most especially if he could (and would) leave me hot and bothered for whatever scary shit he did for a living. I knew my control was slipping, but I had a new plan. All I had to do was not end up in his car, his company, his condo and especially his bed. That was the extent of my new plan.
The minute Jane left, I called Rosie’s parents in North Dakota. He had them as next of kin on his employment records. In order not to freak them out, I pretended I was an old friend from high school, calling to catch up.
“Isn’t that a funny coincidence?” Rosie’s mom said. “Two nice gentlemen came around yesterday saying the same thing!”
I glanced at Ally with my “uh-oh” face and she returned an eyebrow raise.
Either it was Lee or it was Terry Wilcox. One spelled disaster for me, and the other spelled disaster for Rosie.
I gave my name and number, disconnected and told Ally.
“Probably Lee, he has ways,” she decided.
Great.
