“It’s a very nice place and the food is excellent.” She looked down at herself, frowning. “But I’m not dressed for a dinner out. I should go home and change.” She was wearing a light blue-gray sweater that exactly matched the color of her eyes and hugged round breasts and a narrow waist, a slim black skirt, shiny black stockings, and pretty ankle boots. Pearl necklace and pearl earrings. She was the classiest-looking dame he’d seen in a long while, even in her work clothes.
“You look—” Perfect. Sexy as hell. He bit his jaws closed on the words. Ireland, roughneck soldier that he was, could say something like that, but A mes, sophisticated businessman, sure as hell couldn’t. Even if it was God’s own truth. “Fine. You look just fine. You could go to dinner at the White House dressed like that.” It made her smile, which was what he wanted. Her smile was like a secret weapon. She sighed. “Okay. I’ll just need to lock up here.” Locking up entailed pulling the library door closed and turning a key once in the lock.
Nick waited. Charity looked up at him, a tiny frown between her brows when she saw his scowl.
“Is something wrong?”
“That’s it? That’s locking up? Turning the key once in the lock?” She smiled gently. “This isn’t the big bad city, Mr. Ames.”
“My friends call me Nick.”
“Okay, Nick. I don’t know if you’ve had a chance to walk around town. This isn’t New York or even Burlington. The library, in case you haven’t noticed, is full of books and not much else besides some scuffed tables.
What would there be to steal? And anyway, I don’t remember the last time a crime was committed in Parker’s Ridge.”
The elation Nick felt at the thought of an evening with Charity Prewitt dissipated.
Parker’s Ridge housed one of the world’s most dangerous criminals. A n evil man. A man directly responsible for hundreds of lives lost, for untold misery and suffering.
And he was Charity Prewitt’s best friend.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
LISA MARIE RICE is eternally 30 years old and will never age. She is tall and willowy and beautiful. Men drop at her feet like ripe pears. She has won every major book prize in the world. She is a black belt with advanced degrees in archeology, nuclear physics and Tibetan literature. She is a concert pianist. Did I mention the Nobel? Of course, Lisa Marie Rice is a virtual woman and exists only at the keyboard when writing erotic romance.
She disappears when the monitor winks off.
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