out there, too, in what used to be my boat.â
âMaybe he was spying on you. God knows the bastard told you more than once that if he couldnât have youââ
âHe wasnât spying on me,â Angel said, cutting off Emmaâs words. She didnât want to think about the threats Dagger used to wave around as often as he waved his knife. âHe had his binoculars trained on Tom, and when I headed my boat overto his to find out what the hell he was up to, he took off.â
âDonât tell me he managed to lose you.â
âI didnât bother keeping up with him. Besides, I had other things to do and I figure Iâll have the misfortune of bumping into him soon enough.â She took a sip of Perrier with a twist of lime. âIâll find out what heâs up to then.â
Emma nibbled the edge off of her chip. âDid you have any better luck figuring out what Tom Donovan is up to?â
Angel laughed lightly. âYard work.â
Emmaâs frown deepened. âRun that by me again.â
âI spent nearly an hour watching him work in his courtyard, ripping up weeds, trimming trees, and drinking beer.â
âAs Iâve said before,â Emma said, shaking her head, âP.I. work sounds dreadfully boring.â
âIt wasnât that boring.â Angel took another sip of her Perrier, the image of Tomâs nearly naked body flashing before her eyes. âHe took his shirt off while I was watching him.â
Emmaâs eyes sparkled as she folded her arms on the edge of the table and leaned forward. âLet me guess. He was bronzed and buff?â
A wide smile touched Angelâs face. âThink Hugh Jackman.â
âAs Wolverine with claws? Or Wolverine nearly naked? Or in that movie with Meg Ryan? Orâ¦Oh, never mind.â Emma patted her heart in extreme delight. âHugh Jackman is Hugh Jackman and most women would take him any way they could possibly get him. So, now that youâveseen the Piano Man stripped down to almost nothing, whatâs next?â
âThe lovely lady with the angel wings tattooed on her shoulder explains why she was spying on me.â
Lightning streaked through Angelâs insides when she heard that voice. When she felt those warm, callused fingers swirling around her crimson tattoo. Her eyes narrowed. She tried to spin around, but the Piano Manâs closely shaved and intoxicatingly spice-scented cheek pressed against hers and the pressure of his fingers on her shoulders kept her still.
Trapped.
Speechless.
God, he smelled good.
His touch felt even better.
For sanityâs sake, she had to tell him touching her was off limits. Of course how she would say that without sounding weak and out of control was anybodyâs guess.
As she did so often, she just jumped right in, tossing out the first words that came to mind. âWould you do me a big favor, Mr. Donovan?â
His face was too close to get a good look at his expression, but she could feel the brush of his lips against her cheek, felt them tilt into what she knew was an insufferable grin. âIf youâre going to ask me to pay you more money for the privilege of having you bestow your favors on me tonight, youâre going to have to sweeten the pot.â
âGetting more money from you is a delightful idea.â Angel twisted out of Tomâs embrace and hit him with her best Iâm-in-control-tonight-and-donât-you-forget-it smile. âWhy donât you have a seat and weâll discuss your ever-growing charitable contribution?â
Tom flipped a chair around, set it right close to Angelâs, and straddled it. His arm brushed her shoulder and lightning struck her again.
Damn it.
He flashed his ever-so-charming smile at far-too-gullible Emma. âBefore we talk about money, Miss Devlin, why donât you introduce me to your friend? We didnât have the pleasure of being properly
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