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Chapter One Lucy for Joe Galtero that Nikki Walker wasn't armed because she was tempted to shoot him before he could make it to her porch.
Nikki watched him in the fading afternoon light through the narrow beveled glass window beside the front door, surprised he could still arouse such contrary feelings in her after a year apart.
She'd always had a sixth sense when it came to Joe. She'd known it was him when she'd heard the car. He parked opposite the house, slid out of the unmarked sedan and walked across the street as if he owned it.
Unwillingly, she drank in the sight of him. His black hair was shorter, cut in the latest style. He wore a suit and tie--always a classy dresser. Too bad the big cop inside the expensive clothes had turned out to be such a double-dealing weasel.
The cold terrazzo tile chilled her bare feet and goose bumps roughened the skin on her arms, but the heat inside her raged. Watching him move toward her house with his unhurried grace started a flutter deep in her belly. She placed an unsteady hand low over her stomach, pressing hard on the spot that warmed to the memory of his clever mouth.
Disgusted by her reaction, she knew she had to be on her guard. As much as she might hate him, he still had the power to take her breath away.
Memories she didn't want came rushing back. She'd fallen for him like a fifteen-year-old in love for the first time. Instantly and completely.
Blindly she'd trusted him and let him use her.
She felt foolish because she'd known he was a cop, known his job was to investigate her father's mysterious disappearance. Still, she had believed he cared about her. She couldn't have been more wrong.
Two short weeks into the affair, she'd found out he was using her to get to her missing father. He thought her father had disappeared on purpose, to cover a hideous crime.
Devastated, she'd run away, as far and fast as she could.
How foolish to think she could come back to her father's house and avoid Joe even for a few days.
She'd come back to tell him about the baby, but she wanted to settle her affairs and be back on her feet financially before she did. One step away from being homeless, she felt too unprotected. Joe had already prooved he wasn't above taking advantage of her vulnerability.
She glanced down at her son's stroller, then pushed it into the hall closet, staying back in the deeper shadows. If she didn't answer the door he'd leave and she wouldn't have to face him.
The thought caused her to let out a short bitter laugh as he stepped up onto the porch. There was no point trying to avoid him. He'd just come back. His good looks, killer grin and warm brown eyes hid the tenacity of a bulldog.
Besides, why should she hide? He didn't want her. He wanted her father.
He'd made it very clear the day she had left a yar ago he would do anything to find M. Raymond Walker. Including manipulate her any way he could. Too late she realized like a fool she'd fallen right into his plan.
Joe stood on the elegant porch and stared at the imposing front door. He still had a key but knew better than to use it. Instead he pounded on the front door and waited impatiently.
Nikki was inside. He could see her shadowy form in the entry hall. Judge Murphy's clerk had called him to tell him the judge had given permission for her to stay in the house temporarily.
"Damn it Nikki, open the door." He leaned on the bell, the muscles in his shoulders bunched into tight knots. He wasn't leaving until she talked to him.
He had his fist raised to pound on the solid oak when she opened the door. The sight of her hit him like a fist in the gut.
He thought he'd remembered how beautiful she was.
He'd been wrong. Dead wrong.
He ran his gaze up and down her body, taking in changes.
She was thinner, her blond hair longer and a few shades darker. Her blue eyes were shadowed by fatigue. Had she been ill? The possibility bothered him, but from her scowl he figured this wasn't a good time to ask personal questions, no matter how much he wanted answers.
He'd never stopped wondering. Where the hell had she been for the past year? And who had she been with?
Fury like he'd never felt before threatened to engulk him. Born of jealousy, his anger teetered on the dge, ready to spill over whenever he let himself think of the possibility of her with another man.
He hated the weakness he felt because of her.
Feet apart, she held the door with a stiff arm like a shield. "What do you want?"
Same rich, sexy voice. The sound of it after all this time made him want to grab her and kiss her until she made that little wanting noise that drove him nuts. He shoved his hands in his pockets to keep from reaching for her.
"I heard you were back."
Silent, she eyed him suspiciously, making him feel like a stranger who had shown up at her door to sell her something.
"What do you want?" she repeated stubbornly, not giving an inch.
You, he was tempted to say, remembering the short time they'd been lovers. Her voice, telling him things in the dark had set him on fire. He wanted to push his way into the entry, kick the door shut and pin her up against the wall where he could feel the length of her body against him.
Joe cleared his throat, fighting his arousal. He didn't want to have this conversation on the porch with the door between them.
"May I come in?"
The look on her face changed from anger to disbelief. "What makes you think you'd ever be welcome in this house again?"
"I didn't ask for a welcome."
"Tell me what you came to say," she spat the words at him.
"Have you heard from your father?" He looked her in the eye, trying to focus on what he had come for and ignore the urge to grab her.
"My father is dead." She looked at him as if he was something she'd found stuck to the bottom of her shoe.
"Are you sure?" He wasn't.
For a moment her expression of disdain faltered. "Yes."
She stared at him steadily with those gorgeous blue eyes. She didn't blink or fidget. Either she was telling him what she believed, or she had learned to lie in the past year.
"Would you tell me if you had heard from him?"
"No." Nikki closed the front door in hs face and he heard the dead bolt slide home with a snap.
Joe stood on the porch and watched her through the window as she retreated toward the back of the house. The dark interior swallowed her up.
He turned and headed back to his car. No goodbye, no threats of what she would do if he came back. He frowned at her easy dismissal of him, as if he were just another door-to-door salesman.
Galtero, he thought as he rubbed the back of his neck, you were a fool a year ago and you haven't learned squat.
He had lost his shield with the San Diego Police Department for a month because he had slept with her while he'd been working on her father's case. He felt lucky he hadn't been permanently busted down to traffic control.
His job on the force meant more to him than anything.
But just now, if she'd invited him, he might have risked it all again and followed her upstairs to her bed with out a second thought.
Hell, they never would have made it up the stairs.
History had proved where Nikki Walker was concerned, he had no self-control and that made her dangerous to his career and his self-respect.
That fact scared the hell out of him. No matter how tempted he might be, he couldn't give in.
He couldn't survive a repeat of last year's disaster.
Silhouette Intimate Moments
ISBN: 0-373-27336-3 (December 2003)
Created by Shawler Web Design, 2003
