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by Lori Foster


  Judd heard Emily gasp, but he ignored her surprise. “Your money? Now, how can that be, when Frog told me he’d won that money last night shooting pool? And now that I’ve won it, I’d say it’s my money.”

  Clayton lost his smile. “Do I know you from somewhere?”

  Mick blurted out, “He’s one of them strippers. I seen him at the bar the other night.”

  “Ah, that’s right. I remember now. You’ve been something of a sensation, haven’t you?”

  Judd shrugged. “Hey, I make a buck wherever I can. A man can’t be overly choosy.”

  “Obviously.” Clayton looked down a moment, then his smile reappeared. “Maybe we can do business together sometime. I have several different ventures that might interest you. Especially since you’re not choosy.”

  Again, Judd shrugged, careful not to show his savage satisfaction. Then he took Emily by the arm. “Maybe.” He deliberately dismissed Clayton once more, knowing it would infuriate him, but probably intrigue him, as well. As he started out the door, he said, “You can look me up if anything really...interesting comes along.”

  They were barely out the door, when Emily started to speak. Judd squeezed her arm. “Not a word, Em. Not one single word.”

  The tension was still rushing through him, and he knew Clayton was watching them through the large front glass of the pool hall. Playing it cool had never been so difficult; no other assignment had been so personal. Playing up to Donner turned his stomach and filled him with rage. He wanted to hit something. He wanted to shout.

  He wanted to make love to Emily.

  But, he couldn’t do any of those things, so he had to content himself with the knowledge he’d set Clayton up good. Not only had he more or less managed to steal two hundred dollars Clayton had earmarked as his own, but he knew damn well Clayton didn’t consider their business finished. Not by a long shot. He’d hear from Donner again, and soon.

  He only hoped he could manage to keep Emily out of the way.

  Chapter Five

  EMILY THOUGHT SHE’D shown great restraint and a good deal of patience. But her patience was now at an end.

  Judd had refused to talk to her while he aimlessly drove around the lower east side, burning off his sour mood and occasionally grunting at the questions she asked. Twice they had stopped while he got out of the truck and talked to different people loitering on the sidewalk. Emily had been instructed to wait in the pickup.

  When she asked him what he was doing, he’d said only, “Investigating.” When she asked what he’d found out, he’d said, “Quiet. Let me think.”

  It had been nearly two hours since they’d left the pool hall, and her frustration had grown with each passing minute. She tried to maintain her decorum, tried to keep her temper in check and behave in a civilized manner, but he was making that impossible. You’re the boss here, Emily. You hired him. Demand a few answers. She decided she would do exactly that, when Judd pulled up in front of the diner.

  Apparently, he expected her to get out and follow him like a well-trained puppy, because he stepped out and started to walk away without a single word to her. She refused to budge.

  Of course, Judd was halfway through the diner door before he realized she was still in the truck. Then he did an about-face, and stomped back to her side, looking very put out. “What’s the holdup?”

  Emily gave him a serene smile. “I want to talk to you.”

  “So? Let’s get a seat inside and you can talk. God knows, that’s all you’ve done for the past hour, anyway.”

  She stiffened with the insult, but refused to lower herself to his irritating level. “You’re not going to make me angry, Judd. I know you’re just trying to get me off the track. But I want to know what that was all about in the pool hall. And don’t you dare shake your head at me again!”

  He looked undecided for a long moment, then let out a disgusted sigh. “All right, all right. Come in, sit, and we’ll...talk.”

  Emily wasn’t certain she believed him, he still looked as stubborn as a mule, but she left the truck and allowed Judd to lead her inside. They sat at a back booth, and a waitress immediately came to take their order. The woman seemed a little hostile to Emily, then she all but melted over Judd.

  Judd treated her to a full smile and a wink. “You got anything for me, Suze?”

  You got anything for me, Suze, Emily silently repeated, thinking Suze had just received a much warmer greeting from Judd than she herself had managed to garner all day.

  The waitress looked over at Emily, one slim eyebrow lifted, and Judd grinned. “She’s fine. Just tell me what you’ve got.”

  “Well...”

  Emily rolled her eyes. Suze obviously had a flair for the dramatic, given the way she glanced around the diner in a covert manner, as if she were preparing to part with government secrets. She also patted her platinum blond hair and primped for a good ten seconds before finally exalting them with her supposed wisdom. What a waste of time.

  Emily no sooner had that thought than she regretted it. Suze turned out to be a fount of information.

  “He’s been in twice since we spoke and something is definitely going down. He met with the same guy both times, that punk kid who distributes for him. I’d say something will happen within a week or two. That’s usually the routine, you know.”

  “You couldn’t catch an actual date?”

  “Hell, no, sugar. If Donner caught me snooping, he’d have my fanny.”

  Judd reached out to smack the fanny-in-peril. “We wouldn’t want that to happen. But Suze? If anything more concrete comes up, you know where to find me.”

  She knew where to find him? Emily knew she had no right to be jealous. After all, her relationship with Judd was strictly business. But still, she didn’t like the idea of him...consorting with this woman. Of course, Suze seemed to know a great deal about the gun dealer. In fact, she seemed to know almost too much. Emily narrowed her eyes, wondering exactly when Judd had contacted this woman, and what their relationship might be. Judd seemed to be on awfully familiar terms with her.

  But Suze did appear to be helping, and Emily certainly had no claims on Judd. She decided to concentrate on that fact, but she couldn’t keep herself from glaring at the waitress. Suze didn’t seem to notice.

  She was back to primping. “Of course I know where you’ll be. I wouldn’t miss an act. Do something special for me Tuesday night, all right?”

  Judd laughed and shook his head.

  Suddenly, Suze was all business. “You two want anything to drink or something? It don’t look right me standing here gabbing without you orderin’ anything.”

  “Two coffees, Suze. That’s it.”

  Emily barely waited for the waitress to go swaying away before she leaned across the table and demanded Judd’s attention. “Was she talking about who I think she was talking about?”

  “Who did you think she was—”

  “That’s not funny, Judd!”

  “No, I guess it isn’t. And yes, she was talking about our friendly, neighborhood gun trafficker.”

  Emily was aghast. “She knows him?” She couldn’t believe the waitress had called him by name. Why, if he was that well known...

  “Everyone knows who commits the crimes, Em. It’s just coming up with proof that’s so damn difficult.”

  Her breath caught in her throat and she choked. “You know who he is, too?”

  Judd shrugged, his eyes dropping to the top of the table. Then he quirked a sardonic smile. “You met him yourself, honey.”

  “I did...” Suddenly it fit, and Emily fell back against the seat. “The guy at the pool hall?”

  “Yep. That was him. Clayton Donner.”

  It took her a minute, and then she felt the steam. It had to be coming out her ears, she was so enraged. Judd had let her get close to the man who’d hurt her brother, and he hadn’t even told her.

  He was speaking to her now, but she couldn’t hear him over the ringing in her ears. Her entire body
felt taut, and her stomach felt queasy. No wonder she had reacted so strongly to that man. He’d been that close and...

  Emily didn’t make a conscious decision on what to do. She just suddenly found herself standing then walking toward the door. She somehow knew Judd was following, though she didn’t turn to look. When she stepped outside, and started past his truck, he grabbed her arm and pulled her around to face him.

  “Dammit, Emily! What the hell is the matter with you?”

  “Let me go.” She felt proud of the strength in her voice, though she knew she might fall apart at any moment.

  “Are you kidding? I’ve tried every damn intimidation tactic I could think of—”

  “Ha! So you admit to bullying me?”

  “—to send you running, but you clung like flypaper. And now, with one little scare, you want me to turn you loose?”

  Flypaper! How dare he compare her to... No, Emily, don’t get sidetracked by a measly insult. The man deceived you. She lifted her chin and met his gaze. “I wish to leave now. Alone.”

  “No way, baby. You wanted in, and now you’re in.”

  Her heartbeat shook her, it pounded so hard, and her fingers ached from being held in such tight fists. If she wasn’t a lady, she’d smack him one, but good. “When were you going to tell me, Judd? When?”

  Judd stiffened, and his jaw went hard. “Get in the truck, Em.”

  “I will not. I...”

  “Get in the damn truck!”

  Well. Put that way... Emily became aware of people watching, and also that Judd was every bit as angry as she was. But why? What possible reason did he have for being so mad? She was the one who’d been misled, kept in the dark, lied to...well, not really. But lies of omission definitely counted, and Judd had omitted telling her a great deal.

  And after he’d insisted she bare her soul.

  When he continued to glare at her, she realized how foolish they both must appear, and she opened the truck door to get in. It wouldn’t do to make a public spectacle of herself.

  “Put your seat belt on.”

  Emily stared out her window, determined not to answer him, to ignore him as completely as he’d ignored her all day. But then she muttered, “Flypaper.”

  She heard Judd make a small sound that could have been a chuckle but she didn’t look to see. If the man dared to smile, she’d probably forget all about avoiding a scene. But then, thoughts of attacking that gorgeous body left her a little breathless, and she decided ignoring him was better, by far.

  Judd reached over and strapped her in. He stayed leaning close for a second or two, then flicked his finger over her bottom lip. “Stop pouting, Em, and act like an adult.”

  It took a major effort, but she didn’t bite that finger. She could just imagine how appalled her parents would have been by that thought.

  Judd’s sigh was long and drawn-out. “Fine. Have it your way, honey. But if you decide you want to talk, just speak up.”

  Fifteen minutes later, Emily was wishing she could do just that. Judd pulled into her driveway with the obvious intent of being well rid of her, and she desperately didn’t want him to go. She felt confused and still angry and...hurt. If he could explain, then maybe she could forgive him and... And what, Emily? Maybe he’d let you have one of those killer smiles like the one he gave Suze? She’d been taken in by one man, and though she honestly believed Judd was different, she wouldn’t, couldn’t, put all her trust in him. Not on blind faith. Not without some explanations.

  When all was said and done, he worked for her, and she deserved to know what was going on. She had to find evidence against Donner, and she needed Judd to do that. But only if he didn’t shut her out.

  He stopped the truck, and she sat there, trying to think of some way, without losing every ounce of pride, to talk things out with him.

  But Judd saved her the trouble. He got out of the pickup, slamming his door then stomping over to the passenger side. She stared at him, her eyes wide with surprise, when he opened the door and hauled her out.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” His hold was gentle on her arm as he led her up the steps to her back door. She practically had to run to keep up with his long-legged, impatient stride.

  “We’re going to talk, Em. I don’t like you treating me as if I’ve just kicked your puppy.”

  Uh-oh. He sounded even angrier than she’d first assumed. “I don’t even have a dog—”

  Judd snatched her key from her hand, unlocked the door and ushered her inside. “Do you need to punch in your code for the alarm system?”

  It took her a second to comprehend his words since her mind still wrestled with why he was in her house, and what he planned to do there. “Oh, ah, no. I only turn it on when I’m in the house. The rest of the time, I just lock up.”

  Judd stared. “Why the hell would you get a fancy alarm system, and not use it?”

  “Because twice I forgot to turn it off when I came in, and the outside alarms went off, and then several neighbors showed up at my door and the central office called, and it was embarrassing.” Judd rolled his eyes in exasperation, and Emily felt her cheeks heat. She hadn’t meant to tell him all that. “Judd? I don’t want to talk about my alarm system.”

  Looking restless and still a bit angry, Judd paced across the kitchen. Then he stalked back to her. “Tell me this, Emily. What would you have done if I’d spoken up and introduced you to Donner?”

  She watched as he propped his hands on his hips and glared at her. “I don’t know what I would have done. But I know I would have done...something.”

  “Something like accuse him? Or something like demand he give himself up? I thought you needed proof. I thought that was what we were doing, trying to nail him.”

  His scowl was much more fierce than her own, and her anger diminished to mere exasperation. The man could be so remarkably impossible. “We?” she asked, lacing her tone with sarcasm. “There was certainly no ‘we’ today. You’ve refused to tell me anything.” When he crossed his arms, looking determined, she added in a gentler tone, “Judd, I can’t very well find evidence against this Donner person if I don’t know who he is.”

  Judd came to stand in front of her and gripped her shoulders. “I was working on finding evidence. Or did you think I just enjoyed toying with that bastard? Besides, you were scared out of your wits, Em. And that was without knowing who he was. He had a damn strange effect on you, which now that I think of it again, isn’t very complimentary for me. I thought you knew I wouldn’t let anyone hurt you.”

  Emily swallowed, feeling a tinge of guilt. “I’m sorry. Of course I assume you’ll protect me, but—”

  “Don’t assume, Emily. Know. As long as you do as I tell you and follow my lead, you won’t get hurt.”

  “Just like that? You tell me what to do, and I do it, no questions asked? I’m not a child, Judd—”

  “So I noticed.”

  “And... You noticed?” Emily quickly shook her head so she wouldn’t get sidetracked. “If you want me to trust you, you have to be totally honest with me, not just expect me to sit around and watch you work, without telling me what you’re working on.”

  “You’re making too much of this. I was only shooting pool.”

  “But you had a goal in mind. And you kept that from me. I despise dishonesty, Judd. I won’t tolerate it.” He winced, but she didn’t give him time to interrupt. “I had no idea today that you were deliberately taking money from one of Donner’s men. If I had known, maybe I wouldn’t have been so surprised...”

  “Exactly. Do you think I want Donner or any other punk to look at you and think you know the score?”

  That silenced Emily for a moment. Why would Judd care what other men thought of her? “I quit worrying about others’ opinions long ago.”

  “Why?”

  “What do you mean, ‘why’?”

  “Everyone cares what other people think, even when they know it shouldn’t matter.”

  Busying her fingers
by pleating and unpleating her skirt, Emily felt her exasperation grow. “Certain things...happened in my past, that assured me public opinion meant very little, but that honesty meant a great deal.”

  “Like what?”

  When she didn’t answer, he said, “Okay, we’ll come back to that later.”

  “No, we won’t.”

  “Dammit, Em. I’d much rather you come off looking like an innocent out for a few kicks, than to have some jerk assume you’ve been around.”

  Emily swallowed hard. Judd had evidently made some incorrect assumptions about her character, and it was up to her to explain the truth. “Judd, I don’t know why you persist in thinking I’m...I’m innocent. I believe I told you once that I’d been engaged. Well...”

  She couldn’t look at him, her eyes were locked on her busy fingers. And then she heard him chuckle. Her gaze shot to his face, and she was treated to the most tender smile she’d ever seen.

  “Honey, it wouldn’t matter if you’d been engaged twenty times. You’re still so damn innocent, you terrify me.”

  Emily didn’t understand that statement, or the way he reached out and touched her cheek, then smoothed her hair behind her ear.

  She felt disoriented, and much too warm. She wanted to lean into Judd, but she knew she had to settle things before she forgot what it was that she wanted settled. Once before she’d let her passionate nature guide her. That had been a huge error, and this was too important to be sidetracked by anything—including Judd’s heated effect on her.

  “The thing is, Em, this whole deal will work out better if your reactions to Donner and his men are real. You can’t lie worth a damn, and I don’t think, if Donner got close again, you’d be able to hide your feelings from him. You could blow everything.”

  She cleared her throat and spoke with more conviction than she actually felt. “You don’t know that for sure.”

  His expression hardened, turning grim. “And I’m not willing to take the risk. Things could backfire real easy, and someone could get hurt.”

 

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