Rules of Attraction. Susan Crosby

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Название Rules of Attraction
Автор произведения Susan Crosby
Жанр Современные любовные романы
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in there?”

      “No.”

      A long moment of silence sat like an invisible wall between them. “Will she be home soon?”

      Claire leaned her forehead against the door. “No.”

      She was tired of covering for Jenn, who was two years older than Claire and should’ve been the big sister but had never behaved like one.

      “Is she gone, Claire?”

      He asked the question quietly, almost sympathetically. It made her throat ache. Rase picked up on her mood and nudged her thigh with his muzzle. She patted his head. “That’s Ms. Winston to you.”

      “Is she?”

      She needed to tell someone, even this stranger. Maybe especially this stranger. “Yes,” she said quietly. Jenn had taken so few personal possessions with her that Claire might not have realized she was gone, except that she’d left—

      “How do you know?” he asked.

      She propped herself against the doorjamb. “She left a note.”

      “May I see it?”

      “No.” She certainly was not opening her door to a man who’d pretended to like her, who’d lured her just with promise in his eyes. Give her a dull but honest man anytime.

      “Why didn’t she take her car?”

      “I don’t know. Go away or I’ll sic my dog on you.” Quinn couldn’t see Rase, all twenty-five wimpy pounds of him. He only sounded like a hundred pounds of ferocity. In truth, he’d been known to run from cats.

      “Do you know why the D.A. wants her?” Quinn asked.

      Knowing Jenn, it could be anything. After all, she’d gotten herself involved with an investment broker who’d embezzled millions from his clients, investments they’d made in good faith. Jenn was as gullible as those clients. She’d just been lucky not to have any of her money taken by him.

      “The D.A. believes she’s got Craig Beecham’s stolen funds,” he said when she didn’t answer. “Or at least knows where they are.”

      “That was settled in court. Jenn didn’t know anything about it.”

      “She’s been under investigation because no one believes that. How far gone do you think she can get on five million dollars, Ms. Winston?”

      “She didn’t take the money.” Jenn had assured Claire of that, many times. Claire had sat beside Jenn in the courtroom, supporting her, believing in her. Jenn might be self-centered and immature, but she wasn’t a criminal. “She inherited a lot of cash when my parents died, enough to equal the value of this house, which I inherited. She’s got plenty of money.” More than she should have access to, Claire thought. She’d been spending it, too. On clothes and jewelry and that snazzy car. “She wouldn’t have need for more.”

      “Everyone has need for more, but I hope you’re right. Good night.”

      She moved to her front window in time to see him jog across the street and climb into an almost invisible gray sedan parked between two streetlights so that she couldn’t see into the interior. Picking up on her tension, Rase looked out the window then at her, then out the window and back at her again. She waited for Quinn to drive away. He didn’t.

      Fifteen minutes later he still sat there. A half hour more. An hour. She went upstairs to her bedroom to sit by her window. Another half hour went by. Then a car pulled up beside him and stayed for close to a minute before backing up twenty feet. His car pulled out. The other parked.

      A changing of the guard. Claire gave up and went to bed but barely slept. When the sun came up, she peeked outside and saw the car was still there. Why? They already knew that Jenn was gone.

      After showering and changing, she went downstairs into her living room where she could get a good view of the driver, a woman, who seemed to be staring right back at her as Claire peeked through the slats of her blinds.

      She couldn’t talk herself out of the guilt that had burned a hole in her yesterday when she’d come home to an empty house, even though Jenn had merely done what Claire had asked. She should be celebrating Jenn’s departure. Instead, she hovered in front of the window like she was to blame for something.

      She was tired. Having Jenn underfoot the past six months, enduring her boyfriend’s trial, putting up with her moods—it had drained Claire, especially since she was still in mourning for her parents. And maybe besides being tired she was also angry. She felt used and manipulated—her own fault, since she’d known what Jenn was like, had given in to her all her life.

      Still, Claire had needed her own space, needed Jenn and her wild lifestyle gone. Now she was.

      And now Claire was a prisoner in her own home. Someone would probably be watching her house, or following her if she went out, presumably to see if she made contact with her sister.

      Half sister. She didn’t usually make much of the distinction until lately, when she wanted to disconnect from Jenn and live her own life.

      But Claire had made enough concessions to and for Jenn. She also knew when Jenn was lying. She’d looked Claire straight in the eye and said she didn’t know anything about the money.

      That was good enough for Claire. It should be good enough for the D.A., and Quinn Gerard, who was just pulling up across the street.

      Rase came up beside her, his leash clenched in his mouth. She glanced from him to the window. She smiled.

      “Ready for a run, boy?” she asked, taking the leather strap to fasten to his collar.

      Rase barked once, his rear swinging from side to side as he wagged his tail in answer.

      “I like the way you think,” she said. “Let’s see if Mr. Gerard is in as good shape as he looks.”

      Three

      Quinn pulled up beside Cassie Miranda’s car, leaned across the passenger seat and handed her a steaming cup of her favorite mocha. She was one of two investigators he’d hired late last year. She’d pulled the night surveillance on Jennifer, and now Claire.

      “Thanks,” she said, breathing the aroma before taking a sip and sighing. “No activity from the house, except that she opened the blinds a little while ago.”

      “I bet she’s showered, dressed and sitting like a soldier in her living room.”

      “Not the kind to fly, hm?”

      “No reason for her to.” He admired Claire for standing up to him last night, even for not letting him inside her house. “I’ll probably see you in the office later.”

      “I’m going to grab a few hours of sleep before I come in.”

      “Hey, it’s Sunday. Take an extra hour.”

      “Gee, thanks, boss.” She started her engine. “How come we’re still working this, anyway? The job is done. There’s no one to tail.”

      How come, indeed? Not just because he always saw things through, but because he thought his presence might make what was about to happen easier for Claire, if she wasn’t too mad at him. He’d been in a similar situation once. He hadn’t forgotten how it felt, and how hard it was to recover from the invasion of privacy.

      “She’s taking the dog for a walk,” Cassie said, pointing. “I’ll get going.”

      Quinn swore. He’d bet she’d specifically waited for this moment, when he and Cassie traded places, to get a head start on him. What did she think he was going to do, follow her? As far as she knew he was waiting for her sister.

      He wasn’t.

      He looked out his car window just then and she smiled—no, smirked—and waved to him then started jogging up the street, her dog beside her. Her dinky dog with the big