Bewitched. Lori Foster

that you say it, Floyd, he does look like a cop. Check out that coat he’s wearing.”

      Rolling his eyes, Harry said, “You’ve been watching too much Columbo. It’s drizzling today, therefore I wore a trench coat. I hardly think it’s standard dress for the police force.”

      “Come to that,” Ralph added, “you speak damn fancy for someone from these parts.”

      “I’m not from these parts.”

      Floyd jutted his chin forward. “Then what are you doing here?”

      “I was in the area on business and I remembered I needed to pick up something for my dinner. It’s no more complicated than that, I assure you.”

      “I don’t believe you.”

      Well, hell, Harry thought, eyeing the female who now remained blessedly silent, her eyes downcast. Was he to be done in by a damn coat?

      “Just to be on the safe side,” Floyd said, grinning, “I think we’ll take the boy with us. You call the cops, or try to follow, and I’ll kill him.”

      The situation had gotten completely out of hand. “No, you can’t do that.”

      Ralph tilted his head, his smile taunting. “And why not?”

      The woman began to struggle. “I’m not going anywhere with you two! If you want a hostage, take him!” Her slender finger pointed in Harry’s direction, disconcerting him for just a moment.

      “Somehow I think you’ll be easier to handle.”

      She kicked at Ralph’s shin and he neatly sidestepped her, but Harry could see he was nonplussed by her somewhat feminine, awkward reaction. “What the hell?”

      She tried to run. Harry was helpless, seeing the gun held steady, knowing any move on his part could get her injured. He wanted to curse at her theatrics, since she only complicated things further.

      Floyd made a grab for her, and after his arms circled her chest, he too stopped, stunned. He released her as if burned, his eyes wide, going over her entire body in a single sweep.

      “Take off your jacket.”

      “Go to hell!”

      Floyd began to laugh. “I’ll be a son of a… He’s not a boy at all.”

      Dryly, for he was tired of the whole thing, Harry muttered, “How very astute of you.”

      Floyd swung around to glare at Harry, his voice a sneer. “I suppose you knew?”

      “Of course.”

      Ralph drew a deep breath. “I don’t like you much, mister.”

      The woman crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t like him at all.”

      Of all the nerve! Here he was, trying to preserve her ungrateful slender neck, and she—

      “I said take off your jacket. Now. I want to get a better look at you.”

      Ralph held the gun pointed at her chest while Floyd did his ordering. Gently, buying some time, Harry said, “Better do as they ask.”

      She glared at him. “Go to hell.”

      Trying to be reasonable, Harry said, “There you have it, gentlemen. Surely you can see you’re wasting your time.”

      The elderly owner, fairly bristling in outrage, slapped an envelope down on the countertop, offering it like a bribe. “Here’s your damn money. Forget the girl and get the hell out of my store!”

      “Be quiet, Pops. Now, even if you don’t take off the jacket, I won’t shoot you. That’d be too messy and would probably ruin the fun of this. And Ralph and I do like a little fun every now and again, don’t we Ralph?”

      Ralph snickered.

      “But if you don’t take the damn thing off, and right now, I’ll have Ralph shoot him.”

      The gun dutifully switched so once again it pointed at Harry.

      After the briefest of hesitations, the girl shrugged, her chin elevated. “Go ahead, shoot him. What’s it to me?”

      Harry’s chin hit his chest. Why that miserable little… “Now, see here!”

      Enjoying himself, Floyd laughed. “So maybe you two aren’t working together after all. It doesn’t change anything. I want to see what you have under there, girlie. What are you hiding?”

      She seemed to calm, and her eyes, which Harry just noticed were a very deep, dark blue rimmed with thick lashes, held steady. “Touch me and I’ll kill you.”

      Both men laughed at that. Even Harry felt a small grin. The girl was so tiny, she couldn’t hurt anyone, yet she had her fair share of bravado. He shifted, moving a little closer to the front window. No one noticed.

      “Maybe I’ll just have you get naked.”

      The owner was outraged. “You’ll do no such thing! I have customers who come in regularly this late. It’s not a quiet time. You need to take the money and—”

      “I told you to shut up.”

      Harry moved another few inches toward the window. Between the girl and the store owner, things were far too unpredictable. Was he the only one to realize how grave this situation had become? If he could just get in view and signal Dalton that things had gone wrong, they’d have backup in a matter of moments. Dalton’s jewelry store sat directly across the street and was likely next on Floyd’s list of stops.

      He could see Floyd getting agitated, and besides being stupid and a bully, Floyd could well be trigger-happy. Harry didn’t consider it wise to push him too far.

      To distract the men from his subtle movements toward the window, he suggested, “You don’t want my death plaguing your conscience, sweetheart. Remove the jacket. You can’t have anything all that singularly special to hide.”

      “Huh?”

      Floyd wasn’t as confused as Ralph. “Yeah, it ain’t like all of us men here, even Pops, haven’t seen a woman naked before. And I really will have Ralph shoot him. Hell, I’m looking for a reason.”

      Her brows beetled down and her eyes narrowed. “It’s no skin off my nose what you do with him.”

      At that moment Ralph looked out the window and cursed, then cursed again. “There’s a couple of cops over at the jewelry store.”

      He was distracted for that moment, and Harry started forward, only to be brought up short as Ralph swung around, the gun moving wildly in his hand from Pops to the girl to Harry. “What do we do now, Floyd?”

      But Floyd was already moving, snatching the envelope from Pops with a muttered warning, then pulling his own gun. He pointed it at Harry. “Out the back. You’re coming with us.”

      Harry’s first thought was, Thank God, they’re taking me instead of the girl. Not that he was a hero, but he was trained for this, knew how to handle it. But then Floyd grabbed her, too.

      Harry’s muscles tightened all the way down to his toes. “Stop and think, Floyd. You don’t need her. She’ll just slow you down.”

      “If she tries that, she’ll be sorry.” And he sounded deadly serious, all fun and games over.

      “One hostage is more than adequate.”

      “Be quiet, damn it. I’ve heard all I want to hear from you. Now move.”

      With guns at their backs, Harry and the girl were forced to exit out the rear of the store. Was Dalton still waiting for a signal? He wouldn’t get one, not now. But why were the police there? Had Dalton somehow known things had gone wrong even without Harry’s signal?

      There were no answers to be found, and no more time to consider the circumstances as they were led through a light