Merline Lovelace – Dangerous Nights: Tall Dark Defender / Undercover Wife (страница 13)
But did he want to teach Annie one-on-one for her sake—or for his? He couldn’t deny his attraction to Annie. He wanted to spend more time with her, get to know her, explore the mysteries that surrounded her. But even without his nine years at the Little Rock Police Department, anyone could have figured out the intimate nature of the private lessons bothered Annie.
After Farrout and Pulliam left the diner, Jonah headed up to the lunch counter to pay for his breakfast. His encounter with the two bookies left him feeling contaminated, tainted by association. His gut told him these two lowlifes were responsible for conning Michael, sending him into the downward spiral that ultimately killed him.
Jonah itched to get into the ring and work off his frustration with the slow pace of his investigation. He needed to sweat off Farrout’s invisible filth, which clung to his skin and infected his soul.
Susan hustled over to the cash register to take his money, a wide grin at the ready. “Off to the mill, handsome?”
“‘Fraid so.” He handed her his cash and managed a polite smile.
The blond waitress was attractive enough, and he usually enjoyed exchanging flirtatious banter with her. Today he only wanted to ruminate on where his investigation was going and how to crank it up to the next level without arousing suspicion.
“I think pot roast is on the menu for tonight.” Susan handed him his change. “Tempt you to come back in for dinner?”
“Susan, you know it’s not the food that brings me back every night.” Jonah gave her a wink, then scanned the dining room.
He needed to speak to Annie in private before he left—and not just about her self-defense lessons. Something had spooked her this morning. When she’d arrived at the diner and seen him, the flush tinting her cheeks had waned to a ghostly pallor.
Jonah stalled, taking his time putting away his change and unwrapping a mint from the basket by the register. Finally, Annie bustled through the swinging door from the kitchen, casting a wary glance toward the table where he’d had his meeting with Farrout and Pulliam. Relief flashed over her face when she found the table empty.
Jonah moved behind the counter so he could speak to her without raising his voice. “Annie, do you have a minute?”
Spinning toward him with a startled gasp, Annie frowned. “You’re not supposed to be back here.”
He hitched his head toward the front door. “So follow me out, and we’ll talk there.”
She gave the dining room a meaningful glance. “I have customers.”
“They’ll wait. I just need a minute.” He took her elbow and nudged her toward the front door.
With a sigh of exasperation, she accompanied him to the sidewalk in front of the diner.
The March sun warmed the air, and a spring breeze lifted her hair, revealing her scars. Annie quickly combed the tousled wisps back over her cheek with her fingers.
Tempted to thread his own fingers through the glossy strands, Jonah shoved his hands into his pockets. “They’re not that noticeable, you know. I don’t see why you cover them.”
Annie shot a startled look toward him.
He angled his head. “Besides, sexy as that side part is, it hides your best feature. You have beautiful eyes, Annie.”
She gaped at him for a moment as if she couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing. “Is this what you brought me out here for? Patronizing flattery?”
He jerked his shoulders back. “Patronizing? I’m not trying to insult you.”
She twisted her mouth into a dismissive frown. “What did you want to talk about? I have to get back to work.”
“Why were you surprised to see me here when you got to work? What happened this morning on your way in?”
She crossed her arms over her chest and shrugged a shoulder. “Nothing.”
But the nervous glint in her eyes betrayed her.
“The truth.”
She cocked her chin up, but the protest on her lips died when he narrowed a hard gaze on her. With a resigned sigh, she turned to watch the traffic on the side street. “I thought you were following me. When I left my apartment this morning, I thought I saw …”
He waited for her to finish, but she only shook her head. “It was probably just my imagination.” She slanted an irritated glance at him. “You’ve got me so paranoid about someone gunning for me because of that stolen money that I’m jumping at my own shadow.”
An uneasy tremor rippled through him. Instinct told him that whatever she’d sensed, whatever she’d seen had been no trick of her imagination.
“Just the same, I think I should drive you home tonight, bring you to work when you—”
“No.”
He reached for her arm, determined to make her understand the seriousness of the situation. “Annie, until I can be sure you’re safe—”
“I said no.” She wrenched free of his grip and took a big step back. “I’m not your responsibility, Jonah. I need to take care of myself.”
“Then meet me tonight for another self-defense lesson.”
Her shoulders drooped, and she shook her head. “I don’t think so. I—”
“Annie, think about it—you’ve only had one lesson, and already you’ve put something you learned to use.”
The corner of her mouth lifted, and she peeked up at him. “I surprised myself with that.”
“Why are you surprised? You’re a strong, capable woman. You can do anything you want if you apply yourself to it.”
She rolled her eyes. “You sound like Ginny.” Tipping her head, she met his eyes briefly. “She’s my counselor at the women’s center.”
The simple statement told Jonah a great deal. The Lagniappe Women’s Center counseled and aided women who’d been raped, abused or otherwise traumatized. This Ginny Annie referred to was likely responsible for helping Annie free herself from her abusive situation. A good ally to have in her corner. That Annie trusted him enough to confide having used the center’s resources was progress.
Jonah grinned. “I like Ginny already.”
Annie shifted her weight and sighed. “Look, I plan to buy a can of pepper spray on the way home tonight. I’ll be fine.”
“And what if someone really is following you? Pepper spray is a start, but to defend yourself from—”
“No!” She shuddered and raised both palms toward him. “Jonah, I appreciate your time yesterday and your concern for me, but … I just … I can’t …”
When she hesitated, he asked, “Is it me? Is it working with me in private that bothers you?”
Her expression answered him even though she didn’t. The awkward, apologetic look she gave him burrowed to his core. He’d suspected as much, should have known better.
“There’s an alternative. The local police department offers ongoing self-defense classes for women at the training center on Wood Street. They meet four days a week at 5:00 p.m. The instructor is a woman. A police officer. The class is all women and teenaged girls.”
She bit her bottom lip and furrowed her brow as if considering his suggestion.
“It’s a good class. No charge. No commitment.”
The knit over her eyebrows deepened. “And you know all this because …?”
Jonah balked. If he told her the truth, that he served as the training aggressor for the class, would his participation be a deterrent because of her discomfort around him? In the class, he wore a full-body, padded suit including a helmet with a face mask so the women could practice the defensive strikes without injuring him. Annie didn’t have to ever learn he was involved in the class.
He opted for partial truth, hoping she’d forgive his sin of omission if she ever discovered his deception. “The lead instructor is a friend of mine. She told me about the class.”
Before Annie could answer, Susan appeared at the diner door. “Annie, we need you. Orders are backing up.”
“I have to go,” Annie murmured, brushing past him.
He caught her arm, felt her tremble at his touch. “Please think about it. Even if this business with the stolen money comes to nothing, you need to be able to protect yourself.”
She set her shoulders and gave him a tight nod. “I’ll think about it.”
Thinking was a start, but not really enough. He had to convince her to take the class. Her life could depend on it.
Annie’s thoughts drifted to Jonah time and again throughout the day. She had to admit, even the little bit of information he’d given her last night about defending herself had been valuable. After weeks of being manhandled by Mr. Farrout, breaking his grip on her wrist this morning had been surprising. Exhilarating. Encouraging.
The idea of learning more from Jonah was tempting. But so was Jonah. Being around him at the diner, remembering how his defense demonstrations made her body hum and her knees weak, was difficult enough. She’d be crazy to purposely put herself in his proximity. In his arms. Alone. Even to learn self-defense, she couldn’t justify torturing herself with something so … Annie wiped her hands on her apron and chewed her bottom lip. What was the right word?