Guardian of Her Heart. Linda O. Johnston

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yesterday: too-tight jeans and a snug T-shirt. This one was maroon instead of white, but it outlined the muscles of his chest as distinctly as the other. Quickly, she looked up into his face.

      He wasn’t smiling now. In fact, he seemed to regard her critically. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

      “Nothing,” she said sweetly. “And I’ll be glad to buy a poor juggler a donut or something, if you’d like, but I don’t need the sugar hype.”

      “Then why do you look like hell this morning?”

      Shocked, she glared at him, then turned away. “Now that’s the way to get someone to buy more food, isn’t it, Manny?”

      “I think you are very pretty myself,” the man said as he handed her a cup filled with aromatic coffee.

      “Thanks. At least someone around here has manners.” Dianna pulled money from her wallet and handed it to the real pushcart peddler. She gave him a generous tip, too. Then, without looking again at Travis, she headed for the building.

      She wasn’t surprised to find him at her side. She didn’t even glance at him as he opened the door for her.

      “See,” he said. “I do have manners.”

      “Only when reminded.”

      Inside, she showed her ID card to a security man and was permitted to go through a separate line, for those who worked in the building. She scrambled to get her purse off her shoulder and put it on the metal detector’s conveyor belt. Some uniformed people she didn’t recognize were conducting the search of those entering the building this morning. Flynn wasn’t there.

      After showing a card similar to hers—not his official police ID—Travis followed her through the machinery’s arch. It appeared that the apparatus was temporarily shut off—to make sure a weapon he carried did not set off the alarm?

      Dianna soon found herself alone with him in the elevator car. Did this one have a camera? Would someone observe her incivility as she snubbed the undercover cop?

      He didn’t let her. “So, Ms. Englander, let me rephrase what I said before. As my astute boss Manny Fernandez pointed out, you are a very pretty lady.”

      It was her turn to give him a half smile. “Gee, thanks.” But there wasn’t a look of sarcasm on his face now, as she’d expected. She swallowed, as his deep blue eyes gazed unflinchingly at her. He looked earnest, damn him.

      She didn’t want compliments from him. She wanted him to leave her alone.

      “The problem,” he continued, “is that this morning you do not look as chipper as usual. As lovely.” This time he grinned at her. Good. His roguishness she could deal with much better than his sincerity.

      “How would you know? You only met me yesterday.”

      “Ah, but I’ve seen your picture. A lot.”

      She inhaled deeply. “You did your research, then.”

      “I always do my research.” He did not seem uncomfortable alluding to his undercover job here in the elevator.

      “Fine. Then you’ll know I don’t scare easily.”

      “Could have fooled me yesterday, in the parking lot.” The car reached her floor and the door opened. He blocked it from closing but did not let her leave. “And this morning. What are you afraid of, Dianna?”

      “What makes you think I’m afraid?” She forced her words to emerge slowly and coolly, and she painted disdain on her face as she regarded him.

      “You obviously didn’t sleep last night. Heavy date?”

      She felt her arm tense, as if she were preparing to slap him. And she didn’t do such things. “That’s none of your concern.” She pushed her way past him out of the elevator.

      The problem was that she literally had to push him. She hadn’t wanted to touch him, but he stood right in her way. As a result, she felt the substance of his arm as she shoved it aside. And then she had to edge out between his body and the protrusion of the elevator door. She tried not to touch him, but couldn’t avoid it. The tips of her breasts just skimmed his chest. They responded to the contact. She felt them harden. Thank heavens she was wearing a substantial bra and opaque cotton blouse. They concealed her reaction. She hoped.

      Even so, the contact wasn’t lost on Travis. His half smile returned, and this time, it twinkled in his eyes.

      He didn’t continue to stand there but followed her down the hall. “I’d say it’s very much my concern,” he contradicted as she reached the door to A-S Development. “So, will you tell me what the problem is, or do I have to follow you all morning?”

      She sucked in her breath. “No, thank you, Lt. Bronson,” she hissed. “It wasn’t anything. Just a phone call with no one at the other end.”

      “I see. Was that the only time?”

      She sagged against the hallway wall. “No,” she admitted. With a sigh, she found herself telling him of the spate of hang-ups, the myriad of non-messages on her answering machine. “I figure it’s Glen Farley trying to unnerve me.”

      “Sounds like he’s succeeding,” Travis said. “Let me come in, make some calls, and we’ll use his little trick against him, okay?”

      Dianna didn’t want to feel heartened by this man or what he said or did, but the way he took her at her word with no proof made her feel light-headed with relief. “How do we do that?”

      “If we can trace those calls, we’ll find him. And arrest him. And, bingo, he won’t bother you any more.”

      She hadn’t imagined she’d feel like grinning right then, but she did. “As simple as that?”

      “Almost.” He smiled back and they both entered the office suite.

      The reception area was empty, though the door was unlocked. “Wally?” Dianna called. He didn’t respond, so she looked into his office. He wasn’t there. “He gets here early,” Dianna said, “and opens the door. He sometimes goes back out for coffee.”

      “Not a good idea to keep the door open like that,” Travis said with a frown.

      “The Englander Dispute Resolution Center is filled with lawyers at this hour of the morning,” Dianna replied with a shrug. “And even they have to go through the security check downstairs.”

      But a minute later, when Travis had followed her into her office, she wished she had not been so cavalier.

      For there was a wrapped package right in the middle of her otherwise clear desk.

      And it was ticking.

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