She tilted her chin upward. I dont care if
Garbled voices from the front of the house interrupted their standoff. By the time he spun around, two uniformed patrolmen had entered the room, positioning themselves with guns drawn and pointed straight at him.
Hold it right there, one of the officers commanded.
Mitch calmly raised his hands. He heard a strangled gasp behind him, a soft, barely audible sound of despair. He glanced back at Casey. If possible, her fine porcelain skin had blanched even further.
Guns? Cops? Or men in general?
Something about the blue-suits, something about him, terrified her. Not because she thought he was breaking in. Not because she valued her privacy.
Him.
The discovery hit Mitch in the gut with all the force of her cane smacking his face. She was afraid of him. And fighting like a regal hellcat to prove she wasnt.
Ungrateful though she might be for his help, the need to protect surged through him. Despite her proud and prickly demeanor, she looked too weak to deal with more unexpected visitors. And rule number one in his self-written code of ethics was to always defend the underdog.
So Mitch took up the banner for her. He pointed to his badge and identified his rank.
Captain? The officer who had spoken earlier couldnt hide his embarrassment. Once theyd both holstered their weapons, Mitch dropped his hands and moved toward them. He had no desire to chew their butts for the honest mistake. Theyd simply been doing their job. Answering a call with promptness and authority.
Ive got everything under control here. Im guessing it was a false alarm. The best way to salvage a mans pride was to give him something worthwhile to do. It wouldnt hurt to check the grounds, though, see if anybodys been snooping around. And find something to patch the front door with.
Yes, sir.
With curt nods, they exited the room. Mitch turned around in the doorway and studied Casey. Shed closed her eyes and was breathing deeply. She seemed small and out of place in the huge dimensions of the room. He could see now it was a library, lined on three walls with recessed bookshelves. The row of windows on the fourth wall overlooked a dead garden. Her desk stood like an island in the center of the room, covered with neat stacks of paperwork, a computer system, a fax machine and a telephone.
He wondered if she lived in this lonely sanctuary by choice, or if someone had tucked her away and forgotten her there.
What are you staring at? Caseys pointed question intruded on his thoughts. The prickly princess was back in place, and Mitch couldnt help smiling.
Quite possibly the prettiest waste of an evening Ive ever spent.
She arched one eyebrow, and Mitch imagined the temperature in the room dropped by several degrees. Is that supposed to be a compliment?
Im not sure. Do you take compliments?
Dont let me keep you from any real police work, Captain.
Oh, man, she was good. Mitch let the cutting edge of her tongue bounce off his well-worn hide. Hed been made this familys scapegoat for the last time this evening. Dont worry. Your uncle has already seen to that.
Hes not really my uncle. Just an old family friend.
Mitchs retort about missing the point died on his lips.
She anchored her hands on either arm of her chair and stood, wavering for an instant until she found her balance. She breathed in deeply, turned on her exhale and limped toward the couch. She stepped gingerly on her right foot. The whole leg seemed to buckle each time she put her weight on it. Still, what impressedand shamedMitch was the absolute determination on her face.
She might be every bit the condescending princess of the manor, but she was also a woman in pain, a woman in possible danger. And hed been butting heads with her instead of remembering his duty.
He rushed to the couch to save her a few steps. He picked up the cane and held it out to her in both hands like a peace offering. Im sorry, he said gently. The commissioner is expecting a report from me in the morning. What would you like me to say?
He couldnt tell if the resentment that flared in her eyes was because she needed the cane or because hed gotten it for her. Her gaze locked on his chest, and he wondered if she was staring at his badge or merely glaring daggers through his heart.
Tell him to call me himself next time.
She curved her long, elegant fingers around the polished wood. Mitch tightened his grip. She stumbled half a step and might have fallen if their hands hadnt been locked together around the cane. What does it take for me to prove to you Im one of the good guys?
She tilted her chin to an arrogant angle and taunted him with her stormy gaze. You cant.
A silent battle of wills heated the air between them, leaving Mitch with no clear answers except the discomforting realization that he wanted to blot that sensuous smirk off her bottom lip. His pulse raced at the challenge of softening those lips with his own, and loosing the tightly controlled fire that cooked inside the proper Ms. Maynard.
Appalled at the pattern of his thoughts, Mitch jerked away from her. He raked his fingers through his short hair, angry at her for making him feel those things, and remorseful at seeing her use the cane to maintain her balance.
Jackie had turned him inside out like that. She claimed to like his rough ways, his guard-dog devotion to her. But in the end, shed chosen class and money over the love he could give her.
He was a smarter man now. It had taken him years to see through all of his wifes games and learn to let her go. The notion that this cool, haughty princess could conjure up the same desires after only one meeting irritated the hell out of him.
Im assuming you can find your own way out, Captain. Since you so easily found your way in.
He fisted his hands to squelch the urge to swat her retreating royal backside. Instead, he used her dismissal to spur him out the door to do some real police work and supervise the two uniformed officers.
What a hell of a day, he thought, thinking up and tossing aside ways to tell the commissioner to stuff this Maynard family lackey job without losing his promotion.
What a hell of a day.
Chapter Two
Cassandra, dear, you know I have only your best interests at heart.
Casey switched the telephone receiver to her left ear to mask her frustrated sigh, and wondered why Jimmys reassurance made her feel silly instead of safe. But, Jimmy, why did you send the police here out of the blue last night? You know how I feel about she paused to find a word to emphasize just how frightened shed been strangers.
James Reed made an exasperated sound, and she could envision him checking his watch on the other end of the line. Mitch isnt just any cop. Hes one of the three finalists Im looking at to name as my assistant next year. Hes a good man.
Hes a force to be reckoned with, thought Casey.
She rested her forehead in her hand and massaged the tension in her scalp. She hadnt slept well at all, and it wasnt just because of the pain radiating through her right hip and up into her back from the exertion of wrestling with the man. His broad shoulders and stocky chest beneath that tailored wool coat, and his stubborn attitude, made her think of a gladiator in a suit and tie.