From the Heart

away. “I see,” she said quietly. The pain was dull in her stomach. Briefly, she pressed a hand to it before linking her fingers together. “Did you bring your handcuffs along, Sergeant?”
    “Cut it out, Jess.” Because he couldn’t handle the way she looked at him, Slade turned to prowl the room. “I said the commissioner wanted you protected.”
    “Was it part of your job to attract me enough so that I might be indiscreet?” When he whirled back, she sprang to her feetto meet his fury with her own. “Is making love to me all in a day’s work?”
    “I haven’t begun to make love to you.” Infuriated, he grabbed the lapels of her robe, nearly hauling her off her feet. “And I wouldn’t have taken the damn assignment if I’d known you were going to tie me up in knots every time I looked at you. The Bureau thinks you’re clean. Don’t you understand that only puts you in a more dangerous position?”
    “How can I understand anything when I’m not told anything?” she tossed back. “What kind of danger could I possibly be in?”
    “This isn’t a game, Jess.” Frustrated, he shook her. “An agent was killed in London last week. He was close, too close, to finding out who’s pulling the strings. His last report mentioned a quarter of a million dollars’ worth of diamonds.”
    “What does that have to do with me!” Jessica jerked away from him. “If they think there’re diamonds stashed away in one of my imports, let them come in. They can take the furniture apart piece by piece.”
    “And tip off the number one man,” Slade returned.
    “How do you know I’m not in charge?” A raging headache was added to the sickness in her stomach. Wearily, Jessica rubbed at her temple. “I run the shop.”
    He watched her slender fingers knead at the ache. “Not alone.”
    All movement stopped. Very slowly, Jessica lowered her hand. “David and Michael?” she whispered. Incredulity gave way to anger. “No! I won’t have you accusing them.”
    “No one’s accusing anyone yet.”
    “No, you’re here to spy on us.”
    “I don’t like it any better than you.”
    “Then why are you here?”
    The deliberate scorn in her tone made him want to strangle her. He spoke slowly, brutally. “Because the commissioner didn’t want his goddaughter to end up with her beautiful throat slit.”
    Her color drained at that, but she kept her eyes level. “Who would hurt me—David, Michael? Even you must see how absurd that is.”
    “You’d be surprised what people do to survive,” he saidtersely. “In any case, there are other people involved—the kind who wouldn’t think of you as any more than an expendable obstacle.”
    She didn’t want to think about that—couldn’t if she wanted to stop herself from having a bout of hysteria. Be practical, she ordered herself. Be logical. This time she lifted the brandy and drank deeply before speaking. “If you’re with the NYPD you have no jurisdiction here.”
    “The commissioner has a lot of clout.” The hint of color that seeped back into her cheeks relieved him. She was tougher than she looked. “In any case I’m not here about the smuggling, not officially.”
    “Why are you here—officially?”
    “To keep you out of trouble.”
    “Uncle Charlie should have told me.”
    Slade lifted his shoulders in a half shrug as he looked around the room. “Yeah, maybe. There’s no way of telling if he was after something in here, or slipping through this room to another. Not with the way this house is set up.” With a frown, he ran a hand absently over his bare chest. “Do you see anything out of place in here?”
    Jessica followed the sweep of his eyes. “No. I don’t think he could have been around very long. You didn’t stop typing until one. Wouldn’t it make sense for him to wait until all the lights were out before he broke in?”
    He started to remind her that no one had broken in, then changed his mind. If it helped her to believe it had been a stranger, she might sleep better. He thought of David, who had a room on the east wing of the first floor. “I’ve got to call in my report. Go on to bed.”
    “No.” Unwilling to admit that she couldn’t bring herself to go upstairs alone, Jessica lifted the brandy again. “I’ll wait.”
    She sat as he went out to the phone in the hall. Purposely, she tuned out his conversation, though it was carried on in such quiet tones that she would have had to strain to hear. Her shop, she thought.