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Damn nice form, but hell on manners.
Those broad shoulders shrugged.
“Tell me. I’ll tell him.” Short and to the point, but he never did raise his head from the object of his attention, namely the motor and not Merinus.
Merinus dug one of her small cards from her jeans pocket and handed it to him.
“This is my cell phone number. Could you ask him to call me as soon as possible? It’s important that I get in touch with him.” She was becoming irritated with the curt, who-the-hell-cares attitude he was displaying. He could at least bother to pretend to be interested. Maybe she was playing it too cool.
“He’ll get it.” The card disappeared into oil-splattered jeans.
Merinus narrowed her eyes at the man.
“Could you tell me where he lives? I could just give him the message myself,” she finally bit out between clenched teeth.
Muscles rippled as he shrugged again.
“Lives here for the most part,” she was told.
Merinus waited, but there was no other information forthcoming.
“What about Callan Lyons? Could you tell me where I can reach him?” she asked sweetly, allowing a shade of mockery to infect her tone.
There was a long pause as the man reached into the motor and adjusted wires, then thumped at the metal.
“Did you hear me?” she asked him with false sweetness. “Callan Lyons? Do you know where I could find him?”
Those broad shoulders shrugged again, and Merinus gritted her teeth in anger.
“Who knows where Lyons is,” he finally said. “He comes and goes.” Merinus rolled her eyes. Wasn’t that the truth? And he looked damned fine coming, too.
“Fine,” she muttered. “I’ll just check back later.”
“You do that, sweet thing,” he muttered, glancing back up at her with a tight smile.
Merinus narrowed her eyes. He laid the wrench he was using on the inside frame carefully as he watched her as well. She could feel that gaze, starting at her white sneakers and moving slowly up her bare, tanned legs to the hem of her shorts, then up. He paused at the small streak of bare, tanned abdomen, then over her breasts until he reached her face.
Merinus stared back at him, her eyes narrowed at the insolence she read in his body and expression.
“Anything else?” A single, burnished brow arched above the lenses of his glasses.
“Nothing else,” she muttered, turning and walking quickly to the diner instead.
* * * * *
Callan watched her go, hiding his smile as she glanced back at him. Damn, she looked fine, he thought. And she was definitely on the hunt. A flare of regret rose in him as he admitted he would have definitely enjoyed the chase if circumstances were different. If he wasn’t who he was, if his own life wasn’t hanging by luck alone, then he could have enjoyed a game or two. And he’d be damned if that woman didn’t look good enough to play with. It made his mouth water, looking at all the smooth, sexy skin, just faintly tanned and as tempting as sin itself.
But it was, and he was determined that Miss Merinus Tyler would neither become embroiled in his life, nor add to the danger. He could watch her, but he’d be damned if he would let her get any closer. But hell, watching her was damned near as enjoyable as anything he’d ever done in his life. Dangerous woman, he thought. A damned dangerous woman. And her scent. It was all he could do to keep his hands off her, his mouth from tasting her. It was heat and wanting, spice and cream. She could be addicting.
“Damn, she don’t give up easy, does she Cal?” Tanner, his younger brother strode slowly from the inside of the garage as Merinus disappeared into the small restaurant.
“No, Tanner, she doesn’t give up easy.” Callan grinned.
“She’s pretty. All that thick brown hair and those big brown eyes.” Tanner grinned as he shook his head.
“I bet Taber will be real sorry he missed her today.”
They both knew better than that. Taber was all for Callan meeting up with the little journalist. Callan wasn’t so certain how Taber would feel now that Ms. Tyler was searching for him, though.
