Too bad, on both accounts. Feigned disappointment touched his voice as he reached into a bag with his free hand for one of his double western bacon cheeseburgers and supersize fries. So, youre an all work and no play kind of girl?
She poured the container of Caesar dressing over her salad. Yeah, something like that. Too much work and not enough time for play.
Which was her own fault, she knew. For the past few years shed deliberately made work her sanctuary, a convenient way to dull the pain of the past that seemed to be her constant companion. Her cases kept her mind focused and her emotions saneyet those same assignments were also responsible for keeping her secluded in an office during the day and crawling into a cold, lonely bed at night. Single and very much alone, if she didnt count the awful nightmares that sometimes woke her in the darkest recesses of the night and haunted her until the break of dawn.
He considered her remark for a moment as he took a big bite out of his burger and chewed. Seems you and I have something in common.
She stabbed a forkful of lettuce and cast him a dubious glance. A cop turned P.I. and a felon couldnt be more opposite in her opinion, no matter how attractive, sexy, and tempting said felon was. Now thats hard to imagine.
No, really, we do, he insisted. Tearing open a small pouch of ketchup with the edge of his straight white teeth, he squirted the sauce onto the wax paper liner so he could dip his fries. Too much work and not enough time for play is exactly the reason why I was taking off for a week in the mountains. And I have to tell you, Brett is going to get one hell of a good laugh when I tell him how I spent my vacation and how I mistook you as my birthday surprise.
She squeezed lemon into her iced tea and stirred the amber liquid with her straw. Again, Im sorry to have disappointed you.
Im not disappointed, Jo, he said softly, then shook his head. Let me rephrase that. Yeah, Im disappointed that I didnt get the show I was expecting, but my birthday isnt for another six days, and Im still hopeful. He winked at her.
Heat suffused her skin at the thought of being this mans private stripper and slowly, gradually peeling away layers of clothing while he watched with those intense green eyes of his. Only in your dreams, Colter.
The metal cuff around his left wrist clanged beneath the table as he leaned forward in his seat. Id be happy to share the details of tonights dreams with you tomorrow morning if youd like.
Judging by the wicked gleam in his gaze, there was no mistaking what visions would be dancing in his mind once his head hit the pillowthe very same provocative pImages** shed just visualized herself. You can spare me the details, thank you very much. Plucking a piece of grilled chicken from her salad, she bit into the tender meat and rerouted the direction of their conversation. So, who is Brett?
Hes one of my best friends, and he also works for me. Swiping three french fries into the pool of ketchup, he popped the trio into his mouth, then took a hefty drink of his soda.
She stared at him for a long moment as she mentally analyzed his statement and came to the most logical conclusion. So, the two of you are partners in crime and steal cars together?
He chuckled, though she couldnt imagine what he found so humorous. No, Bretts the CEO of my company, Colter Traffic Control.
Really? she drawled, wondering what kind of story he was trying to concoct. Interesting name for a company, unless its a front for the cars youve stolen.
A heavy sigh unraveled out of him. No matter what you might believe about me, no matter what those police reports say or how similar I look to that guy in that mug shot you showed me, Im not a thief. A sudden impish look passed across his features. Well, not when it comes to cars, anyway. When I was seven I stole a pack of Juicy Fruit gum from the grocery store. When I got home and my mother found out what Id done, she immediately took me back to face the store manager and return what Id taken. After the lecture I got about shoplifting and being prosecuted to the full extent of the law, which terrified me at the time, I swore Id never steal anything ever again. And I havent. Gum or otherwise.
She smiled, and pushed her salad around on her plastic dish in search of more chicken. Cute story, but you have to admit that Colter Traffic Control sounds like a clever way of saying that your solution to controlling traffic is by taking high-dollar cars off the road so they can be taken to a chop shop or sold to a foreign market.
Interesting theory, Ms. P.I., he agreed, unwrapping his second burger to devour, but totally off the mark, Im afraid. Traffic Control is the name of the company I inherited from my father when he died a few years ago.
He seemed so serious, his story almost too well-thought-out for a first-time felon. She wondered how far he planned to take this charade, and was curious enough to play along to see what he revealed. Since you claim the business is legit, what, exactly, does your company do?
He held up a finger to ask for a minute as he chewed the big bite hed just taken, and she figured he needed the extra time to invent something believable. Done with most of her salad, she pushed the plate aside and rested her arms on the table, waiting for his explanation.
Sorry bout that, he apologized when he could speak again, then swiped his napkin across that full, sensual mouth of his. We rent, lease, and sell traffic control devices to general contractors for highway and freeway projects.
She had to give him extra points for originality. Devices such as? she prompted, certain shed eventually back him into a corner that would leave him stammering for answers.
Highway medians and barriers, traffic lights, signals and divider cones, parking meters, and even those big lighted signs they use during freeway construction to reroute traffic, he replied easily. Finished with his dinner, he sucked a smudge of sauce from his thumb, then opened the lid on his chocolate mousse cake. Those are just a few of the more popular items we supply.
Propping her elbows on the table, she rested her chin on her laced fingers. And supplying these traffic control items is such a stressful job that you needed a week-long vacation at a secluded cabin in the mountains?
Dean pushed his plastic fork through his dessert, slipped a slice of the rich, chocolate concoction into his mouth, and met Jos gaze, which brimmed with undisguised skepticism. Considering she was used to dealing with hardened criminals on the lam, he couldnt blame her for being suspicious and cautiouseven if that lack of trust was at his expense. The damning evidence and reports she carried with her about Dean Colter, coupled with what shed witnessed back at his house led her to believe hed been on the verge of eluding authorities.
No matter how personal and private his reasons were for needing the time off, he opted to stick with the truth. Hopefully, when his real identity was revealed in a few days, shed remember how honest hed been with her from the moment shed taken him into custody. Besides, he had no reason to lie.
I havent had a real vacation in years and I needed time away from work and life in general to think about an important decision I need to make. So, yes, I suppose on some level stress does come into play. He turned his attention back to his mousse cake for another bite, then continued. When my father passed away from a heart attack three years ago, the responsibility of Colter Traffic Control became mine, whether I wanted it or not. And every bit of my time and energy since then has been spent making sure the business remained profitable and successful, to the point that Ive sacrificed a personal life, among other things.
I havent had a real vacation in years and I needed time away from work and life in general to think about an important decision I need to make. So, yes, I suppose on some level stress does come into play. He turned his attention back to his mousse cake for another bite, then continued. When my father passed away from a heart attack three years ago, the responsibility of Colter Traffic Control became mine, whether I wanted it or not. And every bit of my time and energy since then has been spent making sure the business remained profitable and successful, to the point that Ive sacrificed a personal life, among other things.
You dont sound like you were too thrilled about taking on the reins of the family business, she commented lightly.
Did she believe his story? He searched her carefully composed expression for some kind of sign, found none, and guessed that she was just catering to what she no doubt assumed was a big, elaborate tale. Im not sure how I felt at the time, honestly. After graduating college I went to work at CTC because thats what my father wanted and it seemed like the right thing to do. But I cant say that it would have been the choice I would have made if I hadnt felt pressured into it.