Laura's Big Break (26 page)

“You can’t kick me out, I have a tenancy agreement.”

“I can if there is any problem with the inspection.”

“Well in two weeks’ time, when you inspect the place, you can decide then. But not before two weeks. I want notice. In writing.”

He grunted before thrusting his hand into his jacket pocket. He found an old supermarket receipt and a pen. He wrote -
inspection, two weeks today, Jack Miller, landlord
- on the back of it and thrust it at her.

Davina took it with trembling fingers. Everything within Jack stilled. He knew this feeling. She was hiding something. In his house.

“Is there something you want to tell me, Davy?” He thought he sounded reasonable.

She seemed to hold her breath.

“Are you hiding something?”

She blinked as her cheeks paled.

“Yes,” she said at last. “There are ten dead bodies in the lounge and the bedroom is full of stolen treasure.”

“Okay, that’s enough,” Andy grabbed his arm before he could reply. “Time to go. It was nice meeting you, Davina. We’ll see you in two weeks.”

Jack gave her a look that said he was onto her.

She stood guard in front of the door while Jack and Andy walked to their respective cars.

“She’s up to something,” Jack told Andy.

“And you got that while she was writhing on top of you?”

“I’m telling you, there is something dodgy going on here. I know it.”

“Your instincts are a bit rusty, Jackie boy.”

Jack shook his head grimly. He’d made one mistake at work and now no one believed him. Not even Andy. That hurt.

“I’ll run a check on her,” Andy said with resignation. “Will that help?”

“Yeah.” Jack felt unreasonably grateful.

“In the meantime, how about your keep up your court-mandated appointments with the head-shrinker?”

Jack glared at his friend. Brighton, the town was too small. Everybody knew his business. He should have seen a counsellor in London, that way no one would know when he missed a session. Or two.

“I don’t need to go,” he told his friend. “I was burnt out from work. I don’t work anymore. Ergo, no burn out.”

“Yeah.” Andy cocked his head towards Davina. “I can see how together you are.”

“That wasn’t me,” Jack protested as he opened his car door. “That was her. She’s insane.”

Andy grinned.

“Yeah, and I kiss all the insane women I meet too.”

“I didn’t kiss her willingly. I had no choice.”

Andy was still laughing when he drove away. Jack gave Davina one last look.

“I’ll be back,” he shouted.

Before he climbed into his car he saw her slap her forehead and mumble something.

Nuts. She was freaking nuts.

He glanced at her as he drove away.

Seriously sexy, but totally off her trolley.

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