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Authors: Tami Hoag
can show you my driver's license if you'd like," he offered, but made no move to reach for it, only took another step toward her, never letting her get enough distance between them to diffuse tfie electric quality of the tension.
"I'd like for you to back off," Ellen said. She started to hold up a hand, a gesture meant to stop him in his tracks—or a foolish invitation for him to grab hold of her arm. Pulling the gesture back, she hefted her briefcase in her right hand, weighing its potential as a weapon or a shield. "If you think I'm getting close enough to you to look at a DMV photo, you must be out of your mind."
"Well, I have been so accused once or twice, but it never did stick. Now my Uncle Hooter, he's a different story. I could tell you some tales about him. Over dinner, perhaps?" "Perhaps not."
He gave her a crestfallen look that was ruined by the sense that he was more amused than affronted. "After I waited for you out here in the cold?"
"After you stalked me and skulked around in the shadows?" she corrected him, moving another step backward. "After you've done your best to frighten me?"
"I frighten you, Ms. North? You don't strike me as the sort of woman who would be easily frightened. That's certainly not the impression you gave at the press conference."
"I thought you said you aren't a reporter."
"No one at the courthouse ever asked," he confessed. "They assumed the same way you assumed. Forgive my pointing it out at this particular moment, but assumptions can be very dangerous things. Your boss needs to have a word with someone about security. This is a highly volatile case you've got here. Anything might happen. The possibilities are virtually endless. I'd be happy to discuss them with you. Over drinks," he suggested. "You look like you could do with one."
"If you want to see me, call my office."
"Oh, I want to see you, Ms. North," he murmured, his voice an almost tangible caress. "I'm not big on appointments, though. Preparation time eliminates spontaneity."
"That's the whole point."
"I prefer to catch people ... off balance," he admitted. "They repeal more of their true selves."
"I have no intention of revealing anything to you." She stopped her ¦etreat as a group of people emerged from the main doors of City Center . 'I should have you arrested."
He arched a brow. "On what charge, Ms. North? Attempting to hold conversation? Surely y'all are not so inhospitable as your weather here in Minnesota , are you?"
She gave him no answer. The voices of the people who had come out f the building rose and fell, only the odd word breaking clear as they lade their way down the sidewalk. She turned and fell into step with the thers as they passed.
Jay watched her walk away, head up, chin out, once again projecting 1 image of cool control. She didn't like being caught off guard. He ould have bet money she was a list maker, a rule follower, the kind of woman who dotted all her i's and crossed all her t's, then double-checked em for good measure. She liked boundaries. She liked control. She had no intention of revealing anything to him.
"But you already have, Ms. Ellen North," he said, hunching up his shoulders as the wind bit a little harder and spit a sweep of fine white snow across the parking lot. "You already have."
CHAPTER 3
The Fontaine Hotel sat kitty-corner from the City Center , on the opposite side of the park that made up the old-fashioned town square. In ordinary times Ellen would have enjoyed a brisk walk around the park ending in the warmth of the Fontaine's beautiful restored Victorian lobby. But these were not ordinary times. She parked her car in the lot beside the hotel and sat with the heater and fan running full blast, as if the trembling in her arms and legs had anything to do with the cold.
She liked to think of herself as strong, smart, savvy, able to handle herself in any situation. In a
"I'd like for you to back off," Ellen said. She started to hold up a hand, a gesture meant to stop him in his tracks—or a foolish invitation for him to grab hold of her arm. Pulling the gesture back, she hefted her briefcase in her right hand, weighing its potential as a weapon or a shield. "If you think I'm getting close enough to you to look at a DMV photo, you must be out of your mind."
"Well, I have been so accused once or twice, but it never did stick. Now my Uncle Hooter, he's a different story. I could tell you some tales about him. Over dinner, perhaps?" "Perhaps not."
He gave her a crestfallen look that was ruined by the sense that he was more amused than affronted. "After I waited for you out here in the cold?"
"After you stalked me and skulked around in the shadows?" she corrected him, moving another step backward. "After you've done your best to frighten me?"
"I frighten you, Ms. North? You don't strike me as the sort of woman who would be easily frightened. That's certainly not the impression you gave at the press conference."
"I thought you said you aren't a reporter."
"No one at the courthouse ever asked," he confessed. "They assumed the same way you assumed. Forgive my pointing it out at this particular moment, but assumptions can be very dangerous things. Your boss needs to have a word with someone about security. This is a highly volatile case you've got here. Anything might happen. The possibilities are virtually endless. I'd be happy to discuss them with you. Over drinks," he suggested. "You look like you could do with one."
"If you want to see me, call my office."
"Oh, I want to see you, Ms. North," he murmured, his voice an almost tangible caress. "I'm not big on appointments, though. Preparation time eliminates spontaneity."
"That's the whole point."
"I prefer to catch people ... off balance," he admitted. "They repeal more of their true selves."
"I have no intention of revealing anything to you." She stopped her ¦etreat as a group of people emerged from the main doors of City Center . 'I should have you arrested."
He arched a brow. "On what charge, Ms. North? Attempting to hold conversation? Surely y'all are not so inhospitable as your weather here in Minnesota , are you?"
She gave him no answer. The voices of the people who had come out f the building rose and fell, only the odd word breaking clear as they lade their way down the sidewalk. She turned and fell into step with the thers as they passed.
Jay watched her walk away, head up, chin out, once again projecting 1 image of cool control. She didn't like being caught off guard. He ould have bet money she was a list maker, a rule follower, the kind of woman who dotted all her i's and crossed all her t's, then double-checked em for good measure. She liked boundaries. She liked control. She had no intention of revealing anything to him.
"But you already have, Ms. Ellen North," he said, hunching up his shoulders as the wind bit a little harder and spit a sweep of fine white snow across the parking lot. "You already have."
CHAPTER 3
The Fontaine Hotel sat kitty-corner from the City Center , on the opposite side of the park that made up the old-fashioned town square. In ordinary times Ellen would have enjoyed a brisk walk around the park ending in the warmth of the Fontaine's beautiful restored Victorian lobby. But these were not ordinary times. She parked her car in the lot beside the hotel and sat with the heater and fan running full blast, as if the trembling in her arms and legs had anything to do with the cold.
She liked to think of herself as strong, smart, savvy, able to handle herself in any situation. In a
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