Donna Sterling The Princess and the P.I. (pdf)

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had come. The story of her running away had probably hit the tabloids by now,
and maybe even the mainstream press. He'd surely recognize her then. One
blissful night in his arms didn't mean she could trust him to keep her
whereabouts a secret. Did it?
She wanted it to mean precisely that. She wanted to tell him her real identity
and explain her need to be free, to find herself, to determine her course for the
future. The answers she was seeking seemed no closer. In fact, she was more
confused than before. One thing she couldn't lose sight of was that no one could
be trusted. That had to include Walker.
Surprised by the fresh pain that long-held knowledge evoked, she decided
she'd better pack immediately after she'd showered and dressed. She should be
thanking him for leaving her bed.
Heaven knew she couldn't have been the one to leave it.
WHILE HE WAITED for her to rejoin him, Tyce took the opportunity to send his first
report to Edgar Richmond. He hooked up the modem of his notebook computer to
the living room phone jack, typed in a coded message and sent it via E-mail. The
report told her general location and assured that she was safe. He also reported
that, as of yet, she'd met with no one.
He did not mention last night's activities. As far as Tyce was concerned, their
night together had been no one else's business. He also realized that he wouldn't
have reported her private activities even if she'd chosen another man. Her uncle
may have had a valid need to know if she was involved with a potentially
dangerous crowd, or if her private affairs could in some way harm his or her
future. But Tyce saw no evidence of intrigue … and he'd never been one to kiss
and tell.
When he'd finished his report and packed his computer back into his briefcase,
he stepped out onto the veranda and called Fred on his cell phone. Quietly he
dictated the coordinates of their location on the map in a code that only he would
understand. Tyce wanted backup close at hand. Fred and a small crew of
handpicked security agents would establish a mobile perimeter in the immediate
vicinity to keep a lookout for anything or anyone suspicious. In a place as wildly
populated with teens, tourists and college students as Panama City in the
summertime, their job would be close to impossible, since "suspicious behavior"
was the norm. Tyce wanted a crew in place, just the same. He wanted to take no
chances with her safety.
He'd slipped his cell phone back into his pocket and returned to the living room
only moments before she emerged from the bedroom. Dressed this time in a
mint-green halter top and jean shorts, her hair a shiny halo of curls, she sported
another pair of large, round sunglasses.
He rose slowly up from the sofa, struck anew by her vibrant beauty. He was
also struck by his own dismay at having her eyes hidden from him again.
"Where'd you get the glasses?"
"I had an extra pair that I bought at Value Village, in my suitcase. I looked in my
beach bag for the pair you lent me yesterday, but—" She bit her lip and grimaced,
looking remorseful and charming. "It seems I've lost them. They weren't in there.
I'll pay you for them." She dipped into her purse and came out with a handful of
bills.
"Forget it. I've got another pair in the car." But not with a microcamera hidden
in the frame. Whoever might find them wouldn't know the camera was there;
wouldn't find the pictures he'd taken of her … he hoped.
"No, really, I want to reimburse you."
When she stepped toward him with the money, he saw her luggage in the
doorway behind her, packed and stacked on its built-in luggage cart.
Something moved uncomfortably in his chest. He asked, "Are we going
somewhere?"
She halted a short distance away from him, and the question hung in the air.
"I'm sorry, Walker," she finally replied, her tone soft with regret. "You've been …
wonderful." The last word sounded a little choked, and she looked away from
him. "You helped me escape from the bad guys, and took great care of me. Now
it's time for me to move on." She ended on a bleak whisper, "Alone."
The discomfort in his chest turned into a definite pull. She meant to leave him.
She handed him the money for the lost sunglasses. He ignored her outstretched
hand. "It's too dangerous for you to travel alone."
"I'll be careful."
"Not good enough." He saw her mouth tighten and her chin raise, but he
pressed on anyway. "Where will you go? What will you do?"
"I'd rather not say." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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