Authors: Mia Dymond
Tags: #Mystery, #tattoo, #color, #psychic, #Contemporary, #Romance, #soldier, #snake, #seal, #Navy
question.
“The Perm aSlim contains an additiv e no one expects to find in
a diet pill.”
Of course, Brett was the first to press the issue. “What’s in it?”
“A sexual stim ulant.” She shrugged in an attem pt to m ake
him think it was unim portant. “Apparently , it enhances libido
and stam ina.”
“What m ade him decide to add a stim ulant?”
Although she fully expected his interrogation, Holly released a
short huff, irritated he wouldn’t just stop at her explanation.
“Albert was a regular lab rat. He ate the wrong things at odd
hours and nev er exercised. Needless to say , he ended up
ov erweight. Which put a dam per on his ability to … perform .”
She squeezed her fingers into her fists and waited for Brett’s
snappy retort. Instead, the corners of his m outh lifted only slightly
before he spoke. “Why didn’t he use that inform ation to m arket the
pill?”
“Because it would be illegal.”
Max frowned, clearly unconv inced. “What?”
“Really .” Holly bobbed her head for em phasis. “Albert failed to
publish studies to prov e or disprov e the effectiv eness.”
Brett lifted his chin. “Did it work?”
She raised an ey ebrow. There was the question she waited for.
Besides, the orange-tinted ring of arousal he sported gav e him
away . “I don’t know firsthand, but m y guess is that it does the
trick or sales wouldn’t hav e sky rocketed.”
“Who tracks the sales records?”
“Ev an takes care of that for m e.”
Holly watched a sm udge of green nudge the orange to the side
before he frowned. “Ev an?”
She nodded, som ewhat com forted by his jealousy . “Ev an
Bannister, Albert’s attorney . Since Albert’s death, he’s helped m e
with m y business contracts.”
“Is he a m em ber of y our gy m ?”
“Yes, why ?”
Brett glanced at Max, who gav e a slight nod. “When is the last
tim e y our cam eras at the gy m were inspected?”
Holly tilted her head to one side, subconsciously try ing to
av oid being swallowed by the swirl of bold color around the two
m en. “I hav e no idea. Brett, why are y ou hounding m e about all
this?”
“Your cam eras hav en’t recorded any thing in three m onths,
Holly .”
“Yes, they hav e. I gav e y ou the tapes.”
“No, they hav en’t. Ev ery single tape shows exactly the sam e
thing. The front desk. Ov er and ov er.”
Holly forced her ey es from his, determ ined not to let him see
her fear. A detectiv e signaled from across the room and Max
slipped away from the conv ersation.
Holly sway ed and squeezed Brett’s hand to steady herself. He
guided her into the nearest chair, squatted, and pushed her head
between her legs.
“Deep breaths.”
Needles of pleasure tickled her nerv e endings as he stroked the
back of her neck with his fingertips and calm ed her panic with his
touch.
“This is getting scary ,” she m um bled.
“Sterling is going to install a new sy stem here today .”
She nodded between her legs.
Brett cupped her chin and raised her head. “Look, Holly , it’s
tim e to take this seriously . Som eone wants y our attention and
they ’re willing to do any thing to get it.”
“Who?” she asked m eekly .
He rubbed the pad of his thum b across the top of her cheek.
“I don’t know, but I prom ise, I’ll find out.”
She placed her palm against his hand to absorb his strength.
Flowing ribbons of blue and silv er left his aura and inv aded hers.
“I know y ou will.”
“In the m eantim e, I should m ov e in.”
A sudden flicker of panic crossed her spine as she regarded him
silently and tried to ignore the taunting in her head.
You know you can’t keep your hands off him
.
As m uch as she tried to deny it, the m agnetic pull between
them prov ed too powerful. No m atter how hard she tried to
distance herself from him , the whole univ erse worked against her
and her traitor of a conscious picked this exact m om ent to be the
v oice of reason. With Brett close, she would be safe from whoev er
was determ ined to destroy her. Hiring a body guard of his caliber
was a sm art m ov e. Not only was he a trained m ilitary m achine,
som ething in his m anner soothed her.
Finally , she swallowed hard and nodded her consent.
CHAPTER NINE
Holly gav e a m ental sigh of relief when a m ultitude of colors
rocketed from Brett’s body . Streaks of orange, red, gray , blue, and
green swirled and blended until ev ery one of his em otions was
present and accounted for. As the colors seeped from his aura and
blended with hers, realization blinded her. After her struggle to
av oid him , Brett possessed the courage she needed to confront her
gut-wrenching fear. She had no choice but to trust him .
Calm , collected v ibes oozed from him and wrapped her like a
warm blanket. Holly couldn’t rem em ber the last tim e she felt so …
lov ed.
Oh, God
.
As a blood-red ring circled him and warm th pulsed from his
hand into hers, Holly gav e up her fight and m ade a decision. One
kiss. Lightly , just ov er his upper lip, only to chase away her fear.
Alm ost as if he felt her surrender, Brett slid his hands around her
waist and lowered his head.
“Brett,” she m urm ured as he m ov ed closer.
“Tell m e
no
, Holly ,” he whispered against her m outh.
“I don’t want to.” She pressed her lips against his and m ade
her intent perfectly clear.
Holly rested both palm s against the corded m uscles of his chest
and relaxed into his kiss as he wrapped his bulky arm s around her
and m olded her curv es to the hard contours of his body . His m outh
m ov ed ov er hers in a gentle assault, opening to allow his tongue to
trace her lips before slipping it inside her m outh to caress her
tongue in a heated m assage. A contented sigh penetrated her lips
as all good sense escaped her and her heart swelled with a feeling
she had thought long since dead. Suddenly , his kiss was not
enough; her body ached for his touch.
Tim idly , she attem pted to enter his m ind, seeking
reassurance. Yet, the solid barriers of his brain m ocked her,
laughed hy sterically at her gall, and caused her to hurtle back to
reality .
This feels too right
. She eased away from his warm th with
her heart ham m ering in her ears.
“This is not a good idea.” She took sev eral deep breaths to slow
her frantic heartbeat.
“Probably not.” An easy sm ile play ed at the corners of his
m outh as he stood. “Besides, I can’t protect y ou if y ou alway s
distract m e.”
She found it im possible not to return his disarm ing sm ile,
reliev ed to see the ruby ring that accented his features fade to
dusky salm on. Aroused, but not dangerously so.
Ov erwhelm ed by the punch of Brett’s em otion, Holly didn’t
ev en notice Max return until Brett kissed the top of her head and
stood.
Like a chaperone at a teenage dance, Max attem pted to plant
him self between the two of them . “Obv iously , ev ery thing’s okay
ov er here.”
Brett ignored Max’s attem pt at interv ention and leaned one
hip against her chair. Heat continued to radiate from his body and
she fought the urge to plaster herself to him .
Holly ’s cheeks heated and she nodded.
Brett gestured at the detectiv es with a jerk of his head. “They
find any thing?”
Max folded his arm s across his chest. “No. Any body else we
should talk to?”
Brett turned his gaze back to Holly . “What about Albert’s
kids?”
She shrugged. “I hav en’t spoken to either of them since his
death. I told y ou, they weren’t happy with the term s of the will.”
“Which would giv e either one of them a reason for rev enge.”
“May be.”
Brett raised one ey ebrow. “Dav id was with Albert when the
boat exploded.”
She shook her head, not surprised by his knowledge. “He was
on shore, at the m arina store. The clerk prov ided his alibi.”
Brett pushed him self off the chair. “Where is the form ula,
Holly ?”
She stood, walked into the kitchen, and threw open the freezer
door. After she dug for sev eral seconds, she handed him a sm all,
white bag.
His forehead wrinkled. “Peas?”
She sm iled. “The form ula is sealed inside the bag.”
Brett handed the bag to Max. “I think it needs to be relocated.”
Max sm irked. “I’ll take care of it. I’ll send Cam eron to help with
the m ess.”
“Don’t bother, Max,” Holly said. “It won’t take long and she
needs to rest.”
Max gav e a lazy grin. “You want to tell her that?”
Holly bit back a sm ile. “No. On second thought, send her
ov er.”
***
Max turned on one heel and headed out the door and across the
y ard to his and Cam eron’s neighboring house.
Hell
. Once he told
his v ery dram atic, v ery pregnant wife about this, she’d plow him
ov er getting to Holly . May be he could distract her with a nap.
Cam eron threw open the front door as soon as he stepped onto
the porch and reached for the doorknob. “Well? What happened?”
He snickered and tossed the bag of peas at her. So m uch for
that nap. “Put these in the freezer.”
Cam eron’s ey ebrows m et in the m iddle of her forehead as she
caught the frozen package. “You hate peas.”
He gav e her a m ischiev ous grin. “Those are special peas.”
She responded with a tradem ark ey e roll. “Okay , Agent X, tell
m e about the peas or I’ll cook them and m ake y ou eat them .”
Max took the bag from her, walked to the kitchen, and buried
it in the freezer under the ice cubes. Walking back into the liv ing
room , he lifted her into his arm s and then placed her gently onto
the sofa beside him . She sm iled when he reached to rub her
stom ach.
“Did y ou know Holly was m arried at one tim e?”
She sighed and leaned her head against his shoulder. “What
does that hav e to do with the peas?”
“Did y ou know?”
Cam eron’s blonde curls tickled the bottom of his chin as she
shook her head. “No, she nev er m entioned it to m e.”
“Her husband was som e sort of genius. He dev eloped a diet
supplem ent.”
“Which one?”
“Perm aSlim . Apparently , it’s in high dem and.”
“Why ?”
“It’s laced with a sexual stim ulant.”
Cam eron wav ed one finger in the air, an act he knew from
experience m eant she was losing patience with him . “Peas, Max.”
“He was killed in a boating accident. The death was later ruled
a hom icide but no one was ev er charged. He left the form ula for
the Perm aSlim to Holly . It’s inside that bag of peas.”
Cam eron’s baby blue ey es sparkled when she lifted her head.
“You really are Jam es Bond.”
“Wanna be a Bond girl?”
“Sounds like fun. What do I hav e to do?”
“Keep quiet about the peas.”
She tilted her head to one side and squinted. “That’s all?”
“Oh, and keep Jam es happy .” He kissed her to stifle a sm art ass
response. He paused a full second when he lifted his lips from hers,
alm ost tem pted not to tell her the rest of the story . Except, the
second he gazed back into her ey es, he knew better. She’d blast him
from here to Kingdom Com e. He reached to tuck a way ward curl
behind her ear. “Holly ’s house is trashed.”
Cam eron didn’t so m uch as blink. “How badly ?”
“Looks like a tornado blew through there. Ev en the cushions
are shredded.”
He watched silently as she spun into recon, unwrapped herself
from his hold, and pushed off the couch, belly first. “Disaster
control is m y specialty .” She pointed to the bookshelf ov er the
fireplace. “Can y ou hand m e those sam ple books?”
Max stood and reached for the books, dangling them just out of
her reach. Although he couldn’t prev ent her from going, he could
place stipulations. “Don’t ov erdo.”
Another ey e roll answered him .
He placed the books in her arm s and planted another kiss on
her forehead. “Prom ise, and without rolling y our ey es.”
She gav e a sm all m oan in surrender. “Yes, Cpt. Sterling.”
Cam eron stepped to the front door then looked back ov er her
shoulder. “Are y ou com ing?”
“I’v e got to get a team ov er there to wire her house. Steele is in
charge.” Max pulled off his boots, stretched out on the sofa, and
dialed his cell phone. “Besides, he’s better at decorating.”
***
Brett breathed a sigh of relief when Hurricane Cam eron blew
in the front door and took control of the m ess. At least she could
take Holly ’s m ind off her fear for a little while.
“Hey Cam eron.”
“Hey Brett.”
Papers skittered across the floor as she rushed toward Holly
and squeezed her in a chokehold. Brett bit his lip. Wonder if
Sterling taught her that m ov e.
“Oh, Holly ,” she said as she looked around the room , “I’m so
sorry .”
Holly escaped Cam eron’s grip, took the books, and nudged her
to a bar stool. “Thanks, Cam eron, but at least now I can re-
decorate. Tell m e where to start.”