His Touch. Mary Baxter Lynn

all on the council are on your side, I take it.”

      Jessica faced him again. “Saxon especially, like I said. He’s determined to make me reinstate the chief and the officers, then make a public apology.”

      “And you intend to fight him?”

      “To the end. I did what I felt was right, but only after I carefully weighed all the evidence. And consequences. Trust me, it wasn’t an easy decision. And in the long run, it could cost me dearly.”

      “Your job.” A blunt statement of fact.

      “Yes.”

      “Do you think Saxon might be behind the threats toward you?”

      Jessica was taken aback. “Of course not. He’s a pillar of the community, plus he’s one of the wealthiest men in the city.”

      “So?”

      She stiffened. “So I don’t think it’s Saxon. He’s pompous and everything that goes with that, but he’s no fool.”

      “That remains to be seen.”

      Jessica tightened her lips. Talking to him was like constantly bumping into a brick wall.

      “What else is going on in your professional life that might generate this kind of menace?”

      “There’s a big land deal pending,” she said, following a deep sigh. “More to the point, there’s a huge tract of land I’m trying to annex into the city. In fact, I thought I had all the loose ends tied and knotted, that it was a done deal, only I’ve suddenly encountered severe opposition.”

      “Such as?”

      “Industry. One of the major land owners, who’s actually a friend of mine, has been approached by a worldwide industrial company. This company wants to build a plant on part of the land. As it stands now, the community where it’s located has a much cheaper tax rate than the city of Dallas.”

      “If you get your way, then the company might want to move elsewhere.”

      “Most likely they will.”

      “Which will screw the owners out of a mega deal.” Brant rubbed his chin. “Not a great scenario.”

      “There’s more, I’m afraid,” Jessica added. “The other portion of the land is being developed for garden homes. A polling firm was hired to question the interested parties. The community won hands down, citing city taxes again.”

      “Sounds like another hornet’s nest.”

      “Maybe.” Jessica stiffened. “Nonetheless, I’m going to fight them on it.”

      “Is the council behind you?”

      “I’m not sure.”

      “Could anyone connected with the land project be responsible for the threats?”

      “I have no idea, though my first thought would be no.”

      Brant rubbed his jaw. “What about your friend?”

      “Curtis Riley? Absolutely not.” This time she was empathic.

      His eyes drilled her. “How do you know?”

      

      “I just know,” she said with cold emphasis.

      “Okay, how ’bout your personal life?”

      Jessica bristled. “That’s not an issue.”

      “At this point, Mrs. Kincaid, everything’s an issue.” He gave her a hard stare. “And everyone.”

      “Not as far as I’m concerned.”

      The air suddenly crackled with suppressed hostility.

      “Look, if I’m going to do my job effectively,” Brant said, his slightly curled lip registering his impatience, “you have to be forthcoming.”

      “Need I remind you it’s not your job yet?” The words were out before she could stop them. Now it was too late to recall them. In that moment the already charged atmosphere seemed to heighten another degree.

      “Fine.” Brant pushed away from the wall where he’d been leaning. “When you decide, I’ll be at the Nashes’ house.”

      “I’ll be in touch.”

      Brant turned at the door, his eyes narrowed to slits. “You have twenty-four hours to make up your mind, then I’m out of here.”

      The moment she was alone, Jessica’s entire body wilted. She hadn’t realized she’d been so uptight until then. Biting down on her lower lip, she walked back to her desk and sat down.

      Brant Harding had the potential to rev up her nerves as much or more than the threats against her. The idea of having him invade her life was unthinkable. Where did that leave her?

      Back at square one.

      He had told Thurmon this was crazy, that he wasn’t the right man for the job. Since he’d met the woman, he knew that for a fact. Thank God her clear dislike of him had gotten him off the hook.

      She wasn’t about to hire him.

      Even so, he thought as he sat in his car in his friends’ driveway, he wasn’t looking forward to conveying the news to them. If he weren’t careful, the whole episode could turn around and bite him on the ass. The monkey had to rest on Jessica’s back. But whether she would assume that responsibility remained to be seen.

      That was her problem, not his.

      He might as well get out and get his chore over with. Yet he didn’t budge. Instead he took his cell phone out of his pocket with every intention of calling his son. Then it dawned on him that Elliot was probably still in school. Or was school out? Hell, he didn’t even know what his kid was up to. All the more reason why he needed to hang around, he reminded himself, bitterness swelling inside.

      But working for that uptight broad was not the answer.

      She might be a looker as well as a mover and a shaker, with that lovely face, short tousled hair that moved when she did, and those long, shapely legs, and thin, well-curved body. Too much for him to handle. He would be the first to admit that, and he didn’t feel the least bit shamed by it.

      A cold fish under a warm designer outfit.

      That had been his initial reaction and that hadn’t changed. Hell to work for, too, he would bet. Spoiled, used to having her own way. Nah, he didn’t need that extra headache. Thurmon would just have to find someone in his firm who would suit her needs. He wished them the best of luck.

      Come morning, he was hauling ass back to Arkansas. In just the small amount of time he’d been in the city, his stomach had been knotted. He despised crowds and concrete. He’d had enough of both.

      Once he was back on his own turf, he would have to start working on another plan for patching things up with his son. Just because this arrangement hadn’t panned out didn’t mean he’d lost his determination. He would merely have to take another tack.

      Moments later, Brant was inside the Nash house, sitting at the kitchen table watching Veronica whip up a bowl of chicken salad for sandwiches. A tray of cheese and fruit was already on the table, along with three choices of bread.

      “As you guessed, Thurmon had to run to the office and handle a problem,” she said, turning and smiling at him.

      “Figures.”

      “You of all people should understand that,” she said, adding to her smile.

      “It’s been a long time, but yeah, I understand. It goes with the territory.”

      “I’m still not used to it, though. I don’t think I’ll ever be.”

      “But you’ve hung in.”

      She obviously picked up