reasons not just for their performance between the sheets. He loved the way they smelled and looked, their quirky humor and their feline intelligence.
It didn’t matter if they were eighteen or eighty, he enjoyed them. They sensed this and reciprocated. Everyone has a need to be admired, except perhaps the elusive Ms. Comti. He was making no headway in that direction at all.
He pasted on his most charming smile and pulled out a chair. “Ladies, how good to see you this morning. May I join you?” Adam asked as he sat down.
Coffee appeared at his elbow as if by magic.
“It seems you already have,” Sabina replied dryly.
“How are you, sugar?” Bella inquired as the waitress placed flaky, yeasty-smelling croissants in front of her and Sabina.
He waited ’til the waitress disappeared then leaned forward. “Ladies, I think it’s time we leveled with each other.”
The women exchanged glances then Sabina looked at him, arched a brow and said coolly, “Fine. You go first.”
He grinned. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
Bella scooted forward in her chair and purred, “Why, sugar, I’d like nothing better than to see yours.”
Sabina rolled her eyes.
Adam laughed. “You’re very good at that but I’ve met your husband. And even if I thought for a minute you were serious, which I know you’re not, I value my skin. I’d never mess around with Hank McHenry’s wife.”
She threw back her head and joined in Adam’s laughter, a full-throated sensual sound. “You’ve tumbled to me, sugar. All show and no go.” She leaned back in the chair. “So let’s see yours.”
He took a quick casual glance around the dining room. The hair on the back of his neck rose. He could feel someone watching him. Everyone in the dining room seemed intent on his or her meals. The old man looking for the stadium had just walked in and was waving timorously from the entryway. He nodded and smiled then glanced away.
“Something wrong, sugar?” Bella studied him her eyes intent.
Adam gave himself a mental shake. “I’m fine.” He lowered his voice. “I know about the amulets.” His glance slid from Bella to Sabina. If he’d expected a reaction from either woman he was doomed to disappointment.
“Amulets?” Sabina inquired coolly.
“Ooh, shug, I don’t know what you’re talking about but do tell,” Bella plopped her elbow on the table, cupped her chin with her hand and watched him as if she hung on his every word.
Damn. No one said this would be easy.
“How about instead of what am I talking about, you try how did you find out?” He could feel exasperation and temper inching through his system along with his blood pressure.
Sabina sipped her orange juice then set down the crystal glass. “All right, I’ll bite. How did you find out?” Her smile—all teeth—looked like she’d love to bite—right into his jugular.
He gave each one a simmering look. Before he could reply the waitress came back to fill up their coffee. “Mr. Morelly, would you care for anything to eat?”
He gave her a strained smile. “No thank you.”
Bella held out her cup.
The waitress filled it and walked away.
“We’re waiting with bated breath.” She took a small sip of the steaming brew.
“The internet,” he bit out, his lips in a straight line.
“Oh, shug, whatever are you talking about?” Bella inquired, widening her big blue eyes.
“I’m talking about the legend, the five amulets. It’s out there for all the world to see. And you wear yours in plain sight,” he sputtered, forcing himself to lower his voice.
“Well, of course, sugar. Anything worth having is worth displaying.” She ran her hand suggestively over her plunging neckline.
Adam couldn’t help it. He stared at her in fascination then shook his head trying to clear it. She was trying to derail him and had almost succeeded. Damn the woman was good. Nothing like a little talk of sex to distract a man.
He tore his gaze away from
It didn’t matter if they were eighteen or eighty, he enjoyed them. They sensed this and reciprocated. Everyone has a need to be admired, except perhaps the elusive Ms. Comti. He was making no headway in that direction at all.
He pasted on his most charming smile and pulled out a chair. “Ladies, how good to see you this morning. May I join you?” Adam asked as he sat down.
Coffee appeared at his elbow as if by magic.
“It seems you already have,” Sabina replied dryly.
“How are you, sugar?” Bella inquired as the waitress placed flaky, yeasty-smelling croissants in front of her and Sabina.
He waited ’til the waitress disappeared then leaned forward. “Ladies, I think it’s time we leveled with each other.”
The women exchanged glances then Sabina looked at him, arched a brow and said coolly, “Fine. You go first.”
He grinned. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
Bella scooted forward in her chair and purred, “Why, sugar, I’d like nothing better than to see yours.”
Sabina rolled her eyes.
Adam laughed. “You’re very good at that but I’ve met your husband. And even if I thought for a minute you were serious, which I know you’re not, I value my skin. I’d never mess around with Hank McHenry’s wife.”
She threw back her head and joined in Adam’s laughter, a full-throated sensual sound. “You’ve tumbled to me, sugar. All show and no go.” She leaned back in the chair. “So let’s see yours.”
He took a quick casual glance around the dining room. The hair on the back of his neck rose. He could feel someone watching him. Everyone in the dining room seemed intent on his or her meals. The old man looking for the stadium had just walked in and was waving timorously from the entryway. He nodded and smiled then glanced away.
“Something wrong, sugar?” Bella studied him her eyes intent.
Adam gave himself a mental shake. “I’m fine.” He lowered his voice. “I know about the amulets.” His glance slid from Bella to Sabina. If he’d expected a reaction from either woman he was doomed to disappointment.
“Amulets?” Sabina inquired coolly.
“Ooh, shug, I don’t know what you’re talking about but do tell,” Bella plopped her elbow on the table, cupped her chin with her hand and watched him as if she hung on his every word.
Damn. No one said this would be easy.
“How about instead of what am I talking about, you try how did you find out?” He could feel exasperation and temper inching through his system along with his blood pressure.
Sabina sipped her orange juice then set down the crystal glass. “All right, I’ll bite. How did you find out?” Her smile—all teeth—looked like she’d love to bite—right into his jugular.
He gave each one a simmering look. Before he could reply the waitress came back to fill up their coffee. “Mr. Morelly, would you care for anything to eat?”
He gave her a strained smile. “No thank you.”
Bella held out her cup.
The waitress filled it and walked away.
“We’re waiting with bated breath.” She took a small sip of the steaming brew.
“The internet,” he bit out, his lips in a straight line.
“Oh, shug, whatever are you talking about?” Bella inquired, widening her big blue eyes.
“I’m talking about the legend, the five amulets. It’s out there for all the world to see. And you wear yours in plain sight,” he sputtered, forcing himself to lower his voice.
“Well, of course, sugar. Anything worth having is worth displaying.” She ran her hand suggestively over her plunging neckline.
Adam couldn’t help it. He stared at her in fascination then shook his head trying to clear it. She was trying to derail him and had almost succeeded. Damn the woman was good. Nothing like a little talk of sex to distract a man.
He tore his gaze away from
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