One-Night Man. Jeanie London

how do you like it, chère?”

      The intensity of his expression made her pulse quicken. “If you want to know, you’ll have to read my books to find out.”

      She hadn’t meant her reply as a challenge, but it was definitely taken as one. She could see fire leap into Josh’s eyes, his smile broaden appreciatively.

      “I’ll keep that in mind.” Swinging those long legs over the side of the bed, he planted his booted feet on the floor. “Right now I’ve got to get hotel security on the phone about the letter that was waiting for Miss Q when she arrived. I want them to question the desk clerks to see who dropped it off. Be ready to leave for the cocktail party at four.” He crossed the length of the bedroom in a few quick strides. “I’ll need a copy of your guest list. Miss Q said you had one.”

      Lennon nodded, feeling a bit off balance, disappointed that she’d been so easily dismissed from their bantering.

      She squelched that feeling fast. “I’ll get it for you. Josh?” she added, causing him to stop in the doorway. “Auntie Q got a threatening letter last night at the museum, one this morning at home and another today when she arrived here at the hotel. Do you think whoever’s harassing her may decide that frightening her isn’t getting the point across? Do you think he might try to really hurt her?”

      His expression sobered, but he met her gaze with a promise in his. “Don’t worry. Olaf and I won’t let anything happen.”

      For the first time since Josh had shown up, Lennon felt that perhaps Auntie Q had been right to call him.