Remember When

were shoving into my side. And you're right, I didn't want you to hurt her. She's a friend, and for God's sake, she's nearly seven months pregnant. I've got some lines, Alex. I steer clear of violence."
    "This is entertaining." He sat, gestured. "How do you explain the fact you're having an affair with Gannon, the insurance investigator?"
    "He's terrific in bed, but even if he was a wash in that area, I'd have gotten him there. Keep your friends close, Alex, and your enemies closer. I know every move he makes before he makes it.
    And here's one for free, show of good faith: he's in New York today." She leaned forward.
    "They're cooking up a scam to smoke you out. There should be a press release by tomorrow, claiming Max recovered a portion of the diamonds. Max's bright idea is that will set you off, push you into doing something rash. He's smart, I'll give him that, but so far, he can't get a handle on you."
    "I guess that makes me smarter."
    "I guess it does," she agreed. "He's closing in on Jack, and God knows dear old Dad won't shake him for long. But he hasn't got a clue how to run you down." Ego, ego, ego. Pump his ego. "He's trying this Hail Mary pass."
    "Interesting, but an insurance investigator hardly concerns me."
    "Why should he? You took him out once already. I had to kiss his hurts." She chuckled. "And doing that, I've kept him busy enough to give you room."
    "You want me to thank you. Consider the fact you're not currently in any pain my thanks. Where are the diamonds, Ms. Tavish?"
    "Let's make it Laine. I think we're beyond formalities. I've got them. Jack's and Willy's." She shifted on the seat, put a purr in her voice. "What are you going to do with all that money, Alex?
    Travel? Buy a small country? Sip mimosas on a beach somewhere? Don't you think all of those things, all of the lovely, lovely things people can do with big, fat piles of money is more fun with a like-thinking companion?"
    His gaze drifted to her mouth, back up to her eyes. "Is this how you seduced Gannon?"
    "No, actually, in that case, I pretended to let him seduce me. He's the type that needs to chase and conquer. I bring a lot to the table. You can have the diamonds, and you can have me."
    "I could have them both anyway."
    She sat back, sipped. "You could. I find men who enjoy rape the lowest form. If you're one of them, I've misjudged you. You could rape me, beat me, shoot me. I'd certainly tell you where the diamonds are. But then..." She sipped again, and put a wicked gleam in her eye. "You wouldn't know if I was telling the truth. You could waste a great deal of time, and I could suffer considerable discomfort. Not very practical when I'm willing to make a deal that gives us both exactly what we want, with a little extra."
    He rose. "You're an intriguing woman, Laine." Absently, he pulled off the wig.
    "Mmm, better." She pursed her lips as she studied his pewter hair. "Much better. Could I have a refill?" She held out her glass, waggled it gently from side to side. "I'd like to ask you something," she continued when he went back for the bottle. "If you have the rest of the diamonds-"
    "If?"
    "I've only got your word you do. I don't consider my father a reliable source."
    "Oh, I've got them."
    "If you do, why not take the bird in the hand and fly rather than beating the bush for the rest?"
    His face was stone, the smile carved onto it, and the eyes dead. "I don't settle for half of anything."
    "I respect that. Still, I could make sharing very pleasant for you."
    He filled her glass, set the bottle on the table. "Sex is overrated."
    She gave a low, throaty laugh. "Wanna bet?"
    "As attractive as you are, you're just not worth twenty-eight million."
    "Now you've hurt my feelings." Get him closer, she thought, get him closer and distract him. It'll hurt, but it'll only hurt for a minute. Bracing herself for it, she leaned forward for the wine, then shifted so the phone in her pocket slapped against the arm of the couch.
    He was on her like fury, yanking her hair to drag her down, tearing at her pocket. There were floating black dots of pain and fear whirling in front of her eyes, but she pushed herself up shakily and stared in what she hoped passed as disgust at the wine stains on her pants.
    "Oh, for God's sake. I hope you've got some club soda."
    He backhanded her so that the black dots exploded into red.

16
    Max angled his car across the gravel road, just out of sight of the last cabin on the left. If Crew tried to run, he'd