Private Investigations. Jean Barrett

The little smile widened into a maddening grin. “I’ve just demonstrated how a skilled P.I. goes about getting information out of an unwilling subject. Useful lesson, huh?”

      Smoldering, Christy tugged at the brim of her Cubs cap. “Exactly what did my father tell you about me when the two of you put your heads together and came up with this little scheme of our working together?”

      “That you’ve got a lot of promise. Just needs developing.”

      She didn’t care for the way his deep voice stroked the words promise and developing, as though he were suggesting something other than a knowledge of private investigation. “I see. Well, suppose you enlighten me now about what I’m really eager to know.”

      “And what instruction would that be?”