Butch inhaled. Frowned.
What the hell was that?
The tropics. He smelled the ocean.
He turned around.
A breathtaking woman was standing in the doorway. Waif-like, elegant, she was dressed in a filmy
gown, and her gorgeous blond hair drifted to her hips in waves. Her face was all delicate perfection, her
eyes the pale blue color of sea glass.
She took a step back, as if in fear of him.
"No," he said, lurching forward, thinking of the men in the room down the hall. "Don't go back there."
She looked around, as if she wanted to call for help.
"I'm not going to hurt you," he said quickly.
"How do I know that?"
She had a subtle accent. Like all of them did. Maybe Russian?
He held his hands out, palms up, to show he didn't have a weapon. "I'm a cop."
Yeah, okay, so that was no longer exactly true, but he wanted to reassure her.
She gathered the skirt of her dress up, as if she were going to take off.
Hell, he shouldn't have used the C-word. If she was the moll of one of them, then she was even more
likely to bolt if she thought he was the law.
"I'm not here in an official capacity," he said. "No gun, no badge." Abruptly, she dropped the gown, and her shoulders straightened as if she were drafting her courage intoservice. She came forward a little, moving fluidly, gracefully. Butch kept his mouth shut and tried to look
smaller than he actually was, less threatening.
What the hell was that?
The tropics. He smelled the ocean.
He turned around.
A breathtaking woman was standing in the doorway. Waif-like, elegant, she was dressed in a filmy
gown, and her gorgeous blond hair drifted to her hips in waves. Her face was all delicate perfection, her
eyes the pale blue color of sea glass.
She took a step back, as if in fear of him.
"No," he said, lurching forward, thinking of the men in the room down the hall. "Don't go back there."
She looked around, as if she wanted to call for help.
"I'm not going to hurt you," he said quickly.
"How do I know that?"
She had a subtle accent. Like all of them did. Maybe Russian?
He held his hands out, palms up, to show he didn't have a weapon. "I'm a cop."
Yeah, okay, so that was no longer exactly true, but he wanted to reassure her.
She gathered the skirt of her dress up, as if she were going to take off.
Hell, he shouldn't have used the C-word. If she was the moll of one of them, then she was even more
likely to bolt if she thought he was the law.
"I'm not here in an official capacity," he said. "No gun, no badge." Abruptly, she dropped the gown, and her shoulders straightened as if she were drafting her courage intoservice. She came forward a little, moving fluidly, gracefully. Butch kept his mouth shut and tried to look
smaller than he actually was, less threatening.
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