“I have a call in. I was told a detective will stop by sometime this afternoon.”
“Good.”
There was a brief knock on the door. “Your twelve o’clock is here,” Violet said.
Laney felt as if her stomach were full of a thousand butterflies flapping their wings to get out.
“Look, Daddy, people are beginning to arrive for the meeting.”
She quickly said her goodbyes, hoping that she wasn’t being too transparent, then left both hands on the telephone after she’d hung up.
“Hello again,” Carter said from the open doorway.
Laney nearly knocked the receiver from its cradle and she fumbled to right it again.
She looked at the man responsible for her duplicity…and discovered that the hectic sensation she’d experienced two months ago was nothing compared with the one the cleaned-up version of Carter Southard made on her now.
What he wore was nothing special—a denim shirt, jeans and cowboy boots. It was the details that did Laney in. The way his sleeves were rolled up over his corded forearms. The cocky way he stood that pulled his well-worn jeans just so across his groin. The scuffed boots that proved he was a man who didn’t wear them just for show, but had earned every last speck of Texas dust fused to the old leather.
In Carter’s case, he wore the clothes—the clothes didn’t wear him.
She looked up to find him grinning knowingly and the bottom dropped out of her stomach altogether, freeing the butterflies there.
Oh, boy. It looked as though she was going to have to get used to her father’s concerned reaction because she had the feeling that she was going to be doing a whole hell of a lot of lying in the foreseeable future.
Chapter Three
OH, YES. This was exactly what Carter was looking for. Laney Cartwright’s heated reaction to his appearance would stroke any man’s ego; to his, it was a much-needed boost.
It wasn’t often his path crossed with women of her class. Just seeing her sitting behind that expensive desk in her navy blue suit, her white-blond hair slicked back into some kind of neat do, baring her pale, elegant neck and what he suspected were real pearls at her delicate lobes—it all spoke of someone used to the better things in life.
Merely looking at her made him feel as if he’d soiled her somehow.
His grin widened. Oh, how he wanted to get her even dirtier still.
Laney looked as if she’d forgotten something and quickly got to her feet. She edged around the desk to face him, wiping her palms on her pencil-thin skirt before extending her right hand. “Where are my manners?” she said with a smile. “Hello, Mr. Southard.” She gave his hand a quick shake, but Carter held on to hers a heartbeat longer. “It’s good to see you again,” she said.
He cocked a brow. “Is it?”
He watched as her initial surprise melted into something much different. Much more dangerous. Although to whom, he couldn’t say.
She leaned against the edge of her desk and crossed her arms over her chest, drawing his gaze there and down to the long line of her legs in another pair of naughty high heels. She pursed her pink lips and considered him with the same naked suggestion that he knew was in his eyes.
Huh. A woman who liked a challenge.
While Carter could honestly say he’d never dated anyone with so much schooling, he had dated a woman or two who engaged him on more than a physical level. And Laney looked as if she could easily wipe them from his memory, set a new benchmark for those who would come after her.
She obviously enjoyed the sexual game of cat and mouse, where it was never quite clear who was the cat and who the mouse, with each of them easily sliding into either role to achieve some undefined objective.
Undefined? Carter took in the expression on Laney’s beautiful face. Oh, no, there was nothing undefined there. Both of them were in it for the kill.
“Violet said you had something important to discuss?” she asked.
“Mmm. Yes. Important.”
He stepped nearer to her, catching the subtle scent of magnolias. She smelled like heaven and he wanted to visit for a while. He reached out and fingered a soft curl that had escaped her do, then met her gaze, moving in closer still. He watched with a mixture of amusement and fascination as her pupils dilated in her blue, blue eyes. He guessed she wasn’t used to such bold moves, and he liked that he’d still managed to knock her slightly off-kilter. Although he didn’t expect her to remain that way for long.
He lowered his chin and then brought it up slowly, making it evident that he was smelling her…and that he liked what he found. The top of his nose brushed against her cheek and she gasped slightly.
He stepped back, holding her gaze captive with his. “I’m a man who always honors his debts and I’ve come to pay mine.”
Laney blinked. “Debt…oh.” She appeared to have momentarily forgotten the circumstances of their first meeting. “All expenses surrounding your release have been taken care of.”
“Too vague. Who took care of the debt, Laney?”
“Mr. Armstrong.”
“And your connection to him would be?”
“Client.”
“Strictly?”
She smiled. “I don’t see how that impacts the situation, Mr. Southard.”
“Carter, please.” He was tempted to press his thigh between her legs, force her skirt up and pin her against that expensive desk of hers right there before the window. But he planned to drag the hot anticipation out as long as he could.
Besides, he wasn’t sure how far he could push her before she picked up the phone and called for security.
“Answer my question,” he insisted. “Brother?”
A corner of her mouth turned up. “Cousin.”
“Judging from your name, I’m guessing your mother’s side?” He cleared his throat. “Unless Cartwright is your married name.”
The other side of her mouth edged up until she was nearly smiling. “My mother’s side.”
He enjoyed the way she answered the question without answering the question.
Was she married? She wore no ring, but he’d met plenty of women who didn’t. Whether it was a barmaid trying to encourage better tips from customers who thought she was single and therefore free game, or a taxi driver who didn’t want to risk losing her ring at gunpoint, there were all sorts of reasons why women chose not to advertise their marital status.
Of course, a woman like Laney Cartwright wouldn’t want to promote it because the less you knew about her, the better leverage she had.
Carter looked forward to compromising that power in every way that he could.
Laney seemed to realize that the scales were tipped a little too heavily in his favor. So he wasn’t surprised when she walked back to the other side of her desk, breaking eye contact with him.
He half expected her to end the meeting. To give up the ghost and realize that indulging in a sexual duel with him benefited her not at all. Instead, she said, “I was about to head for lunch. Would you like to join me?”
He squinted at her.
She pressed the intercom button before he responded. “Violet? Have Raphael’s ready a table for two for lunch, please.”
And just like that the scales tipped back to her.
LANEY