Free Trouble With Harry by Myla Jackson Page B

him off Edie. “You dirty son of a bitch!”
    Harry, struggling to get his feet beneath him, didn’t see the fist until it connected with his jaw. Pain shot through his head and he staggered back falling across the bed and Edie.
    “Mitch!” Edie screamed and lunged over Harry, her naked body covering his. “Are you insane?”
    “He had no right to take advantage of you.” Mitch shook his hand and rubbed the top of his knuckles. “No right. Yee-ouch!”
    Harry peered beneath Edie’s breasts dangling over his face. Despite the ache radiating throughout his face and head, he couldn’t help staring at the pearly white orbs sprinkled with delicate freckles and tipped with rosy brown nipples.
    “Good grief, Harry. Can’t you turn it off? The woman’s had enough.” Mitch leaned closer. “Edie, you’re bleeding. For chrissakes, let me at him.” Mitch reached down to pull Edie off Harry.
    Edie stood on her knees pressing her hands against Mitch’s chest. “It’s okay, Mitch. Harry didn’t hurt me.” She glanced back at Harry. Her blush spread from her cheeks down to her milky breasts. “Really, he didn’t hurt me.”
    “Then what the hell happened and why was he fucking you?” Mitch crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze running the length of Edie and lingering on the blood staining her inner thigh.
    Guilt warred with anger filling Harry’s chest. He shouldn’t have forced himself on Edie, but the other man had no right to stare at her like that.
    “Mitch, let us get some clothes on and we can talk,” Edie said.
    Harry sat up. “Yeah, we need to talk.” He didn’t want to talk, he wanted to punch Mitch, and then throw Edie back on the bed and make love to her some more. Her smooth body loomed next to him smelling of sex and wild flowers.
    “Shut up, you bastard.” Mitch shrugged Edie’s hands off and brought his fists up again. “And don’t ever touch her again. She deserves better.”
    “And you think you’re better?” Harry pushed to his feet, at a distinct disadvantage with all his body parts exposed, but prepared to take on Mitch.
    “Yeah, I do.” Mitch’s chest swelled out and he stepped closer.
    “Enough.” Edie shoved in between them with a hand on each man’s chest. “Both of you get out of my bedroom.”
    Harry hesitated, not ready to back down.
    Mitch held his ground.
    Then the telephone rang, that odd chirping noise Edie had assured him was one of the ways they sounded in the twenty-first century.
    “Fine. You can kill yourselves for all I care.” She yanked the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around her as she dove for the phone on the third ring. “Hello? Mr. Baumgartner? No, you’re not calling too late. No, I wasn’t doing anything important.” She shot a frown at the two men.
    Harry focused his attention on Edie and her conversation. Why was her boss calling her at home? Instinct told him her boss’s call was for more than curiosity.
    “No sir, I told you what I knew back at the museum. No sir, I didn’t stay much longer. I’ll start work on it as soon as I get to the museum in the morning.” Edie grimaced. “Early? How early? Yes sir. I’ll be in at seven-thirty sharp. Yes, sir. Good night, sir.”
    Edie punched a button on the phone and set it on her nightstand. “How odd.”
    “What did he want?” The confused look on Edie’s face made Harry’s skin crawl.
    “He asked me again if I found anything in the sarcophagus.” Edie’s gaze connected with Harry’s. “He never calls me at home. And his voice was jerky, like he was nervous.”
    “Why would your boss be nervous?” Mitch asked.
    “I don’t know.” Edie answered. “He had some woman call today about the find, but he didn’t seem nervous then.”
    “Why don’t you get your clothes on? I’ll do the same.” Harry didn’t like the feel of this. He strode to her bedroom door and waited for Mitch to follow before he stepped into the living room and grabbed the clothes stacked on the