Besides the wolf and me, of course.â
âNothing, yet.â The words were hardly spoken before he recognized heâd made a tactical error. If he needed to establish himself as a regular and welcome client, he must play what was evidently a game greatly relished by this small person. Play it he would. Teasing her with a look as lecherous as her own, he grinned a lazy grin. The cool gray of his eyes became warm silver. âWhen I do...need help, that is, should I ask for...?â
As his voice trailed into another tantalizing pause, he saw delight flash in her eyes. Though she was short, shorter than Nicole, and much heavier, the weight was solid and perfectly distributed. With flawless, copper-hued skin and a Gypsyâs black mane tousled to perfection, she was a handsome woman. Clearly no stranger to masculine attention.
Indeed, she was handsome, but not beautiful, he decided. Not as Nicole was beautiful.
Keeping his attention focused on Annabelle, he didnât need to glance at Nicole to make comparisons. How she looked had been burned into his brain in his study of her dossier and by weeks of surveillance.
He didnât need to look at her to remember, nor to know that she had abandoned the pretense of working and watched him openly.
âI need to know your name,â he reminded Annabelle. âTo be sure I get the right woman.â
Annabelleâs laugh set her bosoms struggling to be free of whatever superstructure confined them. âYou are a devil. But you Californians usually are. Always ready to give a woman her comeuppance by reminding her thereâs other fruit on the tree.â
âWhat makes you think Iâm from California?â Jeb was a little alarmed by her astute deduction.
âI donât think, I know. Itâs the accent. Youâve been away from it long enough and trained enough that there are only little nuances of it left.â
Her allusion to his training was so perfectly on target that Jebâs escalating alarm flickered for a moment in his eyes. For once the little woman seemed blithely unaware and chattered smugly on. âThe average person wouldnât hear it, but people come from all over the world to visit Charleston and the islands, and more than a few of them find their way to this gallery. After a while one learns. To be less than modest, I have an exceptional ear for accents and,â she added drolly, âit doesnât hurt that I work for a former Californian.â
âIâm beginning to think thereâs a lot about you thatâs exceptional, Annabelle.â
âAnnabelle! You devil!â She wagged a finger at him. âYouâve known my name all along. But how?â
âThe boss lady mistook me for you when I came in.â
Annabelleâs rollicking laugh soared. âThat would be a little hard to do.â
âNot when there are Ashley Blackmon paintings to distract one.â
âThat would tend to distract her. At least until she got a good look at you.â She leaned closer, lifting her round face to his, to whisper. âNow that she has, she canât take her eyes off you. Sheâs been watching us, you know.â
âIs that good or bad?â
âUnusual,â Annabelle declared succinctly. âShe rarely pays even the handsome ones more than cursory attention. Now.â She was hopscotching again. âAre you going to be fair?â
âHow so?â
âRunning to type, I see.â She clicked her tongue and sighed. âPlaying the rogue to the hilt.â
Jeb grinned. âComes with the territory.â
âIâm sure it does, but are you going to tell me who you are? Or is it that youâre a man of mystery on a dark, secret mission?â
The woman was uncanny. He wondered if she werenât the dangerous one. âSorry to disappoint you, but thereâs no mystery. As you guessed, Iâm a Californian. My name