THE STORY CONTINUES
Jimmy
Lee rose slowly from his haunches. Dara
grudgingly admired the lazy grace of his actions. She was reminded of a big golden cat rising after an
afternoon of lying in the sun.
“I
sure am sorry to hear that, sweetheart.”
Dara
bristled. Had someone somehow
gotten to Jimmy Lee before she and Justus had?
“Sorry to hear what?” she carefully probed.
“That
a woman as fine as you has a husband. And
he happens to be my nephew to boot.”
Of
all the responses the suntanned man could have given, Dara was least prepared
for that one. Like a fish, her
mouth gaped open as she processed his words.
Jimmy
Lee’s slow satisfied grin made Dara extremely uncomfortable.
Or more accurately, her own response to his smile troubled her.
For just a split second the wife of Justus Ward was taken by just how
handsome a man Jimmy Lee Holt was.
“Mr.
Holt-”
“Call
me Jimmy Lee, sweetheart. And
I’ll call you…?”
Dara
tapped her foot in irritation. The
action only served to draw the infuriating man’s attention down to the stylish
pair of pumps she wore.
Her
anger grew as Jimmy Lee’s intense gaze traveled agonizingly slowly from her
face down to her feet. Dara could
not have felt more exposed if she’d been naked before him.
“Mr. Holt,” she bit out.
“Just
a moment,” he chided her as he moved closer.
“I am taking time to enjoy the landscape.”
Dara
whirled and stalked angrily back to the limousine. She needed to gather herself before attempting to speak to
her husband’s uncle once more.
Her
footsteps faltered as Jimmy Lee’s amused voice reached her ears.
“Hot damn. And I didn’t
think the view could get any better.”
Genuine
laughter echoed through the open air as Jimmy Lee watched Dara slip into the big
limousine and slam the heavy door behind her. He was not misled into believing that the lady had given up.
No, as soon as she mastered her temper, he suspected that she would
return to try and state her business with him.
