Witness Protection (Defenders of Love Book 1) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Carolyn LaRoche
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make a plan—he needed an ally in the building, and she intrigued him. Hoisting his bag up on his shoulder, he headed to the door and burst from the building like a convict on a jailbreak. The sun felt good on his face and lightened his soul immediately. Forgetting why he was in a rush, he made his way to his Jeep slowly, enjoying the Virginia skies, as bright and blue as any he had ever seen.
Unfortunately, Logan did not escape another meeting with Lucy. She caught up with him in the parking lot just as he was about to climb into the driver's seat of his Jeep.
Her tone was haughty as she spoke. "Mr. Smith, that is my parking place. I would greatly appreciate it if you did not park there in the morning."
He looked down at her from where he stood on the running board of his vehicle. The extra height probably made him imposing, but he didn't care. It was the effect he was going for. Two could play her cold and distant game. "I'm so sorry, Ms. Taylor . Being new here and all, I had no idea faculty parking was assigned. Sister Katherine did not mention it to me. I will be sure to speak with her in the morning and have my own space assigned to me."
Lucy's cheeks turned a bright crimson as she stammered. "Well...uh...spots aren't exactly...well...assigned. It's just that I always park there."
"Oh, so you have control issues." The words
just slipped out. They were meant to tease but Lucy obviously wasn't amused.
"I do not!" She actually stamped her foot for emphasis, which made Logan laugh. She looked so darn cute, with her hands on her hips and eyes flashing.
Logan just flashed a crooked smile and nodded. He liked her. A lot. She would be a tough cookie to crumble but he had plenty of time to feel out Ms. Taylor. It could take months to crack a drug ring. Months he just might find enjoyable with such a challenge teaching in the room right next to his.
"I will most definitely park somewhere else tomorrow, Lucy. Enjoy your evening." Before she could express her annoyance, Logan closed the door and started his Jeep. He watched her in his rear view mirror as she watched him leave the parking lot. As he pulled out of the lot, she finally dropped her hands from her hips and climbed into her own little sedan. He couldn't help but wonder how she would look riding in the passenger seat of his Jeep, top off and her blonde hair blowing in the wind. He'd bet she was a woman who didn't mind getting a little bit dirty. She looked as out of place in her teacher clothes as he did in his.
Logan sighed and turned his attention to the road. The mountain highways held a lot of turns and curves, and St. Mary's set atop a ridge that overlooked a deep valley in the Blue Ridge Mountains. He would have plenty of time that evening to contemplate everything. Beyond her killer figure and that long sexy hair, there was something in her eyes that he couldn't explain. Lucy Taylor had secrets. Secrets he might like to spend a little time trying to figure out.
Chapter Three
Logan James was irritating.
Beyond irritating.
He was downright arrogant.
Sure, he was handsome with his broad chest and narrow waist, bright blue eyes and lopsided smile, but the shaggy hair on his head needed shearing, and his attitude needed a real adjustment. Lucy couldn't stand cocky men. New York, especially the police department, was full of arrogant men. It was the number one reason she had volunteered to go undercover in the Ricci case—to prove herself. Too bad she screwed it up so royally.
Apparently, when you refuse a proposal from the boss's son, you lose your good graces with the whole family and have no choice but to go into hiding.
But, hey, now she got to live in some podunk town in the Blue Ridge Mountains and share her parking space with the annoying Mr. Smith. What more could a girl ask for?
No, she wasn't bitter. Not one little bit.
Her cell phone rang loudly in her purse causing Lucy to jerk the wheel of her car
make a plan—he needed an ally in the building, and she intrigued him. Hoisting his bag up on his shoulder, he headed to the door and burst from the building like a convict on a jailbreak. The sun felt good on his face and lightened his soul immediately. Forgetting why he was in a rush, he made his way to his Jeep slowly, enjoying the Virginia skies, as bright and blue as any he had ever seen.
Unfortunately, Logan did not escape another meeting with Lucy. She caught up with him in the parking lot just as he was about to climb into the driver's seat of his Jeep.
Her tone was haughty as she spoke. "Mr. Smith, that is my parking place. I would greatly appreciate it if you did not park there in the morning."
He looked down at her from where he stood on the running board of his vehicle. The extra height probably made him imposing, but he didn't care. It was the effect he was going for. Two could play her cold and distant game. "I'm so sorry, Ms. Taylor . Being new here and all, I had no idea faculty parking was assigned. Sister Katherine did not mention it to me. I will be sure to speak with her in the morning and have my own space assigned to me."
Lucy's cheeks turned a bright crimson as she stammered. "Well...uh...spots aren't exactly...well...assigned. It's just that I always park there."
"Oh, so you have control issues." The words
just slipped out. They were meant to tease but Lucy obviously wasn't amused.
"I do not!" She actually stamped her foot for emphasis, which made Logan laugh. She looked so darn cute, with her hands on her hips and eyes flashing.
Logan just flashed a crooked smile and nodded. He liked her. A lot. She would be a tough cookie to crumble but he had plenty of time to feel out Ms. Taylor. It could take months to crack a drug ring. Months he just might find enjoyable with such a challenge teaching in the room right next to his.
"I will most definitely park somewhere else tomorrow, Lucy. Enjoy your evening." Before she could express her annoyance, Logan closed the door and started his Jeep. He watched her in his rear view mirror as she watched him leave the parking lot. As he pulled out of the lot, she finally dropped her hands from her hips and climbed into her own little sedan. He couldn't help but wonder how she would look riding in the passenger seat of his Jeep, top off and her blonde hair blowing in the wind. He'd bet she was a woman who didn't mind getting a little bit dirty. She looked as out of place in her teacher clothes as he did in his.
Logan sighed and turned his attention to the road. The mountain highways held a lot of turns and curves, and St. Mary's set atop a ridge that overlooked a deep valley in the Blue Ridge Mountains. He would have plenty of time that evening to contemplate everything. Beyond her killer figure and that long sexy hair, there was something in her eyes that he couldn't explain. Lucy Taylor had secrets. Secrets he might like to spend a little time trying to figure out.
Chapter Three
Logan James was irritating.
Beyond irritating.
He was downright arrogant.
Sure, he was handsome with his broad chest and narrow waist, bright blue eyes and lopsided smile, but the shaggy hair on his head needed shearing, and his attitude needed a real adjustment. Lucy couldn't stand cocky men. New York, especially the police department, was full of arrogant men. It was the number one reason she had volunteered to go undercover in the Ricci case—to prove herself. Too bad she screwed it up so royally.
Apparently, when you refuse a proposal from the boss's son, you lose your good graces with the whole family and have no choice but to go into hiding.
But, hey, now she got to live in some podunk town in the Blue Ridge Mountains and share her parking space with the annoying Mr. Smith. What more could a girl ask for?
No, she wasn't bitter. Not one little bit.
Her cell phone rang loudly in her purse causing Lucy to jerk the wheel of her car
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