Sensuous Angel by Heather Graham Page B

air of complete authority coupled with a strange tension that very much resembled his brother’s.
    They made you feel safe, as if they were always aware of every sight, sound, and movement near them. Intense, concerned. Men of steel, she thought a little hysterically. But no, Superman was a myth. A comic-strip character. Luke and Andrew were real. They could be hurt. But they were also a rare breed of men. They would never step aside dispassionately when something was wrong. And if they brought you into danger, they would protect you to their last breath.
    Lorna would be all right. She had to believe it, and she did. She believed in Andrew.
    “—can’t do that, Andrew, and you know it. The evidence would be inadmissible in court, and he’d go scot-free.”
    Donna gave herself a little shake. She had been so engrossed in her thoughts that she had blocked out their conversation, and now she was desperately wondering what they were talking about.
    “I know,” Andrew said, acknowledging his brother’s words. “And that’s just the point. The D.A. wants an ironclad case.”
    “What are you talking about?” Donna asked.
    Andrew laughed. “I was thinking about some illegal breaking and entry, but my brother reminded me that in the long run, it might mean disaster.” He stood up, reaching a hand out to Donna once again. “Donna, thank you.”
    Donna mechanically stood and accepted his hand. “I should probably be thanking you,” she murmured. “But, Andrew, please—”
    “I know, I know,” he told her with a grin. “Don’t let anything happen to Lorna. I won’t. And I’ll do my very best to get it all over with as soon as possible. I’ll keep in touch. And with any luck, you’ll be in touch with Lorna very soon.”
    She managed a weak smile. He released her hand and turned to his brother. “Night, Luke.”
    “Want to go through the front door?” Luke asked dryly.
    “No, I don’t want anyone associating the two of us. And besides”—he grinned very attractively—“I’m used to coming and going through the window. I’d hate to lose my finesse, you know.”
    He left—through the window.
    And Donna was left alone with Luke, in a horrible tangle of emotions. She was still worried about Lorna. The situation was too serious for her to be anything else. And yet she felt good about her friend, better than she had in a long, long time. Andrew had given her that feeling, because if he was the one looking out for Lorna, then she just had to be okay.
    “Are you all right?”
    Donna realized that she had been staring out the window after Andrew. She turned to Luke. He was leaned against a corner of his desk, his arms casually crossed over his chest.
    “Ah…yes, I guess so. I’m a little overwhelmed.” Overwhelmed, overawed, and overpowered, she added silently. She would never dream of fighting the both of them on any issue. The battle would be over before it began.
    Luke shrugged, but his expression was pensive. “Come on,” he told her. “I’ll take you back to your hotel.”
    “I’m sure I can get back—”
    “But you know that I won’t let you go alone.”
    Yes, she did, but she argued anyway. “Luke, I don’t understand what you’re worried about now. If this man Simson staged all the robberies to get away with murder, why would he keep going now—when he’s already managed his murder?”
    He was very still. His lashes fell, shielding the green and gold fire of his eyes. “It isn’t really over yet,” he told her. “Not while Simson is still walking around.” He turned away from her and picked up the phone to call for a cab. Donna stood there numbly awaiting him. When he set the receiver down, his expression had changed again. Half amused. Half serious.
    “What are you going to do?” he asked her.
    “I—I don’t know,” she replied, floundering. “Wait, I guess.”
    “You’re going to stay in New York.”
    “That’s not exactly what I meant. It seems rather pointless for