Hands On. Debbi RawlinsЧитать онлайн книгу.
herself? He knew so little about her. Although he’d had one of his buddies back at the bureau pull a profile on her, he’d carefully stuck to general information, only asking about anything that pertained to the case and her ability to contribute.
About a quarter mile down the drive, a stately white mansion sprung up out of nowhere. Made sense that it was a home Bask had rented and called a resort. Easy to get out and hit the road when the time came.
“Are we in the right place?” Cassie squinted at the three-story house. “That looks more like a southern plantation home, certainly a private residence.”
The small discrete sign came into view informing them they were just where they were supposed to be. The front lawn stretched beyond the sign, the entire area loaded with flowers in reds and purples and golds. Dalton didn’t much care about flowers one way or the other, but it was a pretty awesome sight.
He glanced at Cassie. “Are you nervous?”
She shook her head, but her wide-eyed gaze and the way she wrung her hands concerned him. “This is the best-case scenario for a sting. Bask came to us.”
“I know. Anyway, this is going to be a piece of cake. I don’t even have to pretend I like you.”
He snorted and rolled his eyes.
She seemed too distracted to notice. “Can you believe the size of those lavender roses? And the hedges of heather, my goodness.” She finally looked at him.
“Another thing you should know about me, I love to garden. I’m already itching to stick my fingers in the dirt and swipe some clippings.”
Now, this was a surprise. He hadn’t figured her for the hands-in-the-dirt type.
“Why are you looking at me like that? I’m not going to really swipe clippings.”
“I don’t even know what a clipping is.” He steered the car into the circular drive. The garages were probably around the back but this seemed like the logical thing to do so they could unload their luggage. Besides, having to move the car later would give him the opportunity to nose around.
Shrill laughter came from somewhere on the side of the house. They both twisted around for a look. A tall redhead opened the white trellis gate and ran through the garden in a tiny bikini bottom, no top, her enormous breasts bouncing with her laughter. Behind her a bare-chested man gave chase.
“Oh, boy,” Cassie swung around to look straight ahead. “Okay, now I’m nervous.”
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