wasn’t willing to chance it.
She put her hand out. “Goodbye, Sam.”
His eyes narrowed dangerously. “Not so fast, Counselor.”
Chapter Two
“Excuse me?” Jamie’s eyes grew wide with surprise. “‘Not so fast’? This is my office and I can do things at any speed I choose. And I choose for you to hit the road. Don’t let the door hit you in the fanny on the way out.”
“I’d like nothing better than to shake your hand, say, It’s been nice but I’ve got places to go and people to see, you should have a good life.”
“But?”
“But I can’t. And there are two very good reasons.” Sam watched her gaze narrow.
“Such as?”
“Number one—no matter how unfair it is, I’m under a court-mandated sentence to perform community service.”
“And number two?” she asked.
“Your parents believe there’s a threat to your safety.”
“My parents believe I’m at risk unless I’m with them or at home with padlocks on the doors and windows.”
Funny, he thought. Her parents had told him she’d be stubborn. And she was. But they’d neglected to mention that she was beautiful. And she definitely was.
Brunette curls brushed her shoulders and framed her oval face dominated by big hazel eyes with thick, dark lashes. She wasn’t very tall, maybe five-one or-two and slender, which tapped into the protective streak he tried to ignore. He’d protect her, but it wouldn’t get personal. And he didn’t even want to get started on the slight indentation in her chin that might be a shadow but begged for a more-thorough investigation. Exploration of that particular area, or any area for that matter, wasn’t going to happen.
He stared down at her. “If I learned anything as a cop, it’s not to take any threat too lightly.” The lesson had been costly. His best friend’s sister had paid with her life. If he made the mistake again, what happened to her would all have been a waste, and he could never find a way to live with that.
“Look, Sam, you’re right about my parents. They’re lovely, caring people. But if you’re their daughter, those qualities are a double-edged sword.”
“Oh?”
Here it comes, he thought. Lawyer spin. He folded his arms over his chest and rested a hip against her desk, settling in for the long haul. At least the view was good, he thought, letting his gaze trace the defined curves and fullness of her mouth.
She cleared her throat. “When I was a kid, I practically had to get a dispensation from the pope to go out on a date, and even then, until I was over eighteen, my father either came along or shadowed us in his car.”
“You don’t say.”
“Then I insisted on going away to college, thinking I’d leave and find some independence.”
“And you didn’t?”
“A little. But they rented an apartment near campus and one or both of them were there a lot of the time. If they didn’t have a restaurant to run, they’d probably have gone to class with me.” She sighed. “I adore my mother and father, but their meddling reached the saturation point. And I’m sure they’d have followed me to New York if they could have found a way.”
“New York?” He noticed something about her. A subtle change.
“After law school, I went to work for a firm in New York.” She shrugged. “It looks good on a résumé.”
Uh-huh. As a detective, he’d done more interviews than the Human Resources Department at a Fortune 500 company. He’d found body language as revealing as dialogue. And when Jamie mentioned moving to the Big Apple, a look in her eyes, tightening around her mouth, told him there was more to it than beefing up her work history. It was personal. And he wanted to know about the guy, but he let it go. For now.
Besides, she was preaching to the choir on this overprotective thing. As far as the Gibson family looking out for her, he was an innocent bystander who’d got sucked in. Well, maybe not lily-white innocent, but almost. He didn’t even care that the money paid for his community service was going for a good cause. He intended to do his time and get the hell out of town. No harm, no foul.
“Are you finished?” he asked. “With lawyers, sometimes it’s kind of hard to tell.”
“I could be.”
“How will I know?”
She picked up a pen and tapped it on the pile of papers in front of her. “Are you convinced my folks are overreacting and that I have no need for a bodyguard?”
“I’m convinced that your family went to considerable trouble and expense to make sure nothing happens to you for the next thirty days.”
“Okay, so you get it—”
He held up his hand and straightened to his full height. “I also know for a fact that I assured Roy and Louise that on my watch, I will do everything humanly possible to find out who’s harassing you.”
She stared at him for several moments. “Was I talking to myself? We don’t know there is anyone harassing me. So any investigation would be a waste of time.”
“But it’s the court’s time, purchased by your parents.”
“Without my knowledge or consent.”
She stood and stared him down—eye to eye. Well, not technically. He towered over her, but the glare she was giving him canceled out any height advantage.
“So, what we have here is a standoff,” she said.
“Stalemate. Deadlock, draw, impasse,” he agreed. “I’d say something’s gotta give.”
“I’m not going to blink.”
“Me, neither.”
She put her hands on her hips. “When this happens in court, we go to mediation.”
“I’m not going in front of Uncle Harry again, if that’s what you’re getting at.”
Her mouth twitched as she fought a smile. “I was thinking we should go in front of my folks at the restaurant.”
“And do what?” he asked suspiciously.
“Get them to give you absolution. Release you from this obligation.”
It would be a waste of time. Jamie got her stubborn gene from one or both of them. He knew that because he’d tried to tell Roy and Louise he wasn’t the right man for this job. They refused to believe him after Hayden Blackthorn’s glowing reference. But he was getting nowhere here. So…
“Okay,” he said.
“Okay,”
