“Crawford was exposed,” Huck said. “The Riccardis will regard your little escapade as a major security breach.”
“I should have knocked him on the head with a vase, just to give you all a rush.” She snapped her seat belt into place. “Relax. It all worked out.”
“Not by their standards.”
“Look, go on, go back to work. I’ll drive myself to my cottage. Kowalski’s probably sitting on my front porch waiting for me.”
Huck ignored her and started the engine.
“I did tell him about the rumor of an affair and the SSRIs first.”
“How good of you.”
“I’d have told you, but you were parking cars.”
He shot her a look. “Quinn, this isn’t a damn game.”
“I know that.” She spoke softly, just managing to maintain her composure. “At night-I wake up seeing the gulls at Alicia’s body.”
He gripped the wheel of her Saab. “I’m sorry.”
“No, you have a right to be angry, and concerned. I came out here on impulse.” She looked out the window at the beautiful setting. “This place is a viper pit.”
“That’s where guys like me get sent.”
“Steve Eisenhardt stole notes out of one of my research notebooks. Nothing that would compromise your work.” She continued to stare out the window as Huck backed out of her parking space. “My neighbors think Alicia and Oliver Crawford were having an affair, but he says they weren’t. Their relationship was platonic. He could talk to her. Then there’s the possible SSRI reaction-”
“That’s why you need to step back.”
“I didn’t mean to cause any trouble.”
He didn’t respond. They drove to her cottage in silence, and when he pulled into her driveway, he turned off the ignition. “I don’t want to leave you alone.”
“If one of your guys is coming for you, I don’t see that you have much of a choice.”
“You’ve pissed off too many people this afternoon.”
“I’ve never been thrown out of a party. I’ve never been thrown out of anything.” She opened up her door and smiled over at him. “It’s not as humiliating as I thought it’d be.”
But he didn’t smile back. Instead, he got out of the car and walked behind her to her side door.
“You know, it’s occurred to me-how do I know for sure you’re who you say you are?” She gave him a cool look that was entirely fabricated. “What if this is a case of the wolf guarding the henhouse?”
He stepped in close to her. “If something goes wrong, sweet pea, you’d better hope I’m a wolf.”
Her mouth went dry. As she unlocked the door, Quinn noticed her hands were trembling. And not from fear, she realized, or even embarrassment over her removal from the Crawford party. From awareness. Pure, physical, sexual awareness.
Huck slipped his arms around her middle and turned her to him, gently, any irritation with her gone now. “You and I have unfinished business.” He kissed her deeply, romantically, and whispered with a hint of a smile, “Get your butt back to D.C., Harlowe.”
“Or I’ll have a marshal on my tail?”
“You’re on Diego’s radar screen as it is. Showing up at Breakwater today and getting tossed out just caused you to be a brighter blip.”
“What does kissing you do?”
He gave her a sudden grin. “Let’s hope Diego didn’t see that part.”
“Kowalski-”
“The FBI’s on your case too. Lucky you.”
A black SUV pulled alongside her cottage, Vern Glover in the driver’s seat. Huck winked at her. “See you, sweet pea. Be good.”
But Quinn noticed the seriousness that had returned to his eyes, and by the time the SUV was out of sight, she was still on her doorstep, shivering, and, for the first time, afraid for him.
35
Gerard paced along the stone patio agitated beyond all reason in the forty-five minutes since Quinn had left. The party was winding down quickly. People seemed reassured, even excited, about Breakwater Security, as if somehow having it in Yorkville made them safer. Perhaps, he thought, it did, but he had always been skeptical about Ollie’s new venture.
A sudden surge of loneliness caught him by surprise. He didn’t like attending social functions alone, but he’d never considered bringing a date to Yorkville. He didn’t know why. Quinn? He shook off the thought, as if temptation’s long reach had struck out and knocked him for a loop. He needed to resist. Quinn Harlowe had nothing to offer him or his career, except a fascinating pedigree and the most beautiful hazel eyes.
He swore under his breath at his own calculated thinking, but he had to do something to cut through his fears.
He finished another glass of champagne. He hadn’t seen Ollie at all, perhaps just as well. In his current mood, Gerard didn’t trust himself not to go over the line and say more than he should, accuse his longtime friend of playing him for a fool, accuse him of going overboard since his kidnapping.
Best to get the hell out of here.