Drake Sisters 04 - Dangerous Tides

"Strawberries. Necks. Rolling in the dirt. What kind of a detective are you?"

    Jonas reached over and pulled Libby's palm from her neck. He studied the mark for a long moment, finally whistling. "I'm impressed. Who managed to leave his brand on you?"

    "Brand?" Libby croaked, outraged. "It isn't a brand. It's a teeny mark, a scrape, probably from a rock."

    Jonas exchanged a long look with Hannah and they both burst out laughing. "Good try, Libby," he said.
    "Give me a name."

    "Don't you have work to do, Jonas?" Libby asked. "I'm busy."

    "You don't look busy to me," Jonas pointed out.

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    "Oh, she is. She has to get ready for a date tonight," Hannah pointed out. "With Tyson Derrick."

    Jonas whistled again. "Tyson Derrick, the multimillionaire? You're moving up in the world, Libby. He's a hell of a lot better than the toupee guy. That man had ice water in his veins. Ty goes for excitement."

    "He's a biochemist ," Libby said. "Not a millionaire. And he's matured over the years. I'm sure he's stopped all the crazy things he liked to do."

    "Well, he climbed a mountain in the Himalayas last year. And he's gone rafting down the Colorado numerous times. He rock climbs and goes parasailing off cliffs. He fights forest fires and participates in helicopter rescues, but you're probably right. Other than driving race cars and getting speeding tickets on his motorcycle…"

    "Don't tell me anything else." Libby covered her face again. "I can't take it. Why did I say I'd go out with him? I'm not even sure I did. I think he tricked me."

    "How could he trick you?" Jonas asked. "You're pretty sharp, Libby."

    "Most of the time," Libby conceded. "But I don't remember anything that happened at the hospital and he claims we had a conversation and he asked me out. I don't believe him. Dr. Shayner said he was severely brain damaged at the time which would preclude any conversation. I'm sure he made it up."

    "You're sure?" Jonas teased.

    "I'm almost certain." Libby sighed. "I'm confused. I don't even like him. For a man with a brilliant mind, which, by the way, I’m positive I wouldn't have said to him, he says the stupidest things."

    "You may have told him he's brilliant?" Jonas asked.

    "He's a good kisser," Hannah said helpfully.

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    Jonas glared at her. "You'd better not have firsthand knowledge on how that man kisses, baby doll.
    Having two of you getting silly over him is too much."

    Hannah slammed her teacup into the saucer. "I'll kiss anyone I feel like kissing, Harrington. You're so bossy you think you can tell anyone what to do."

    "You're forgetting I have a gun," he said complacently.

    "I do believe you're threatening to shoot me," Hannah insisted, sparks beginning to form in the depths of her eyes.

    "Not you. What the hell would I do without you to entertain me? I'd shoot him . Get it straight. Avoid locking lips with anyone if you know what's good for them." He stood up. "I'm going to check the cliff to make certain it's safe. I might have to rope part of it off and get some signs up."

    "Thanks, Jonas," Libby said. "I didn't look at it. Ty was with me and I was distracted by his scintillating conversation."

    "You mean his kisses." Hannah corrected her.

    Jonas narrowed his gaze. "You seem obsessed with his kisses, Hannah."

    She shrugged. "It's been a while. I'm looking for a little action."

    His eyebrow shot up. "Oh, really?" Jonas leaned down, his hand twisting in her hair, holding her head perfectly still as his mouth took possession of hers.

    Libby gasped in shock. The kiss seemed to go on and on forever. And there was definitely tongue.

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    Hannah not only wasn't struggling, she seemed to be kissing him back.

    Jonas pulled away just as abruptly, shoving his hat on his head and turning toward the living room. "That should hold you for a while. Next time you're feeling a little hard up, give me a call." He strode out of the room.

    Hannah appeared dazed for a moment, her expression shocked, her eyes glazed and her lips slightly swollen. She opened her mouth twice before she succeeded in getting anything to emerge.

    "Eww." Hannah looked outraged. "He's gone crazy, Libby. Did you see that? I should have kicked him.
    Or kneed him. Or at the very least turned him into a toad. He