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"Not if I can help it," she muttered.
"What?"
"He appears to know his job," she said calmly. "Though his methods lack a certain style."
"Arson's a dirty business. And a dangerous one. I'm worried about you, pal."
"Don't be. You're the cop, remember." She struggled out of her jacket, promising herself she'd hang it up before she left. "I'm the CEO in the ivory tower."
"I've never known you to stay there. I want you to keep me up-to- date on the investigation."
"I can do that." She wiggled out of her skirt, and guiltily left it pooled on the floor. "And tell Mom and Dad, if you talk to them before I do, that things are under control. I won't bore you with all the business data-"
"I appreciate that."
She grinned. Boyd had no patience with ledgers or bar graphs.
"But I'm about to put another very colorful feather in the Fletcher Industries cap."
"With underwear."
"Lingerie, darling." A little breathless, she fastened on a strapless black bra. "You can buy underwear at a drugstore.''
"Right. Well, I can tell you on a personal level, Cilia and I have both thoroughly enjoyed the samples you sent out. I particularly liked the little red thing with the tiny hearts."
"I thought you would." She stepped into the dress, tugged it up to her hips. "With Valentine's Day coming up, you should think about ordering her the matching peignoir."
"Put it on my tab. Take care of yourself, Nat."
"I intend to. With any luck, I'll be seeing you next month. I'm going to scout out locations in Denver."
"Your room's ready for you anytime. And so are we. I love you."
"I love you, too. Bye."
She hung up by dropping the phone on the bed, freeing herself to zip the dress into place. Not exactly a sedate number, she mused, turning toward the mirror. Not with the way it draped off the shoulders and veed down over the curve of the b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
Repressed? She shook back her hair. This ought to show him.
The phone rang again, making her swear in disgust. She ignored the first ring and picked up her brush. By the third, she'd given up and pounced on the phone.
"h.e.l.lo?"
Just breathing, quick, and a faint chuckle.
"h.e.l.lo? Is someone there?"
"Midnight."
"What?" Distracted, she carried the phone to the dresser to select the right jewelry. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch that."
"Midnight. Witching hour. Wait and see."
When the phone clicked, she disconnected, set it down with a shake of her head. Cranks.
"Use the answering machine, Natalie," she ordered herself. "That's what it's there for."
A glance at her watch had her swearing again. She forgot the call as she went into grooming overdrive. She absolutely refused to be late.
Chapter 4
Natalie arrived at Chez Robert precisely at eight. The four-star French restaurant, with its floral walls and candlelit corners, had been a favorite of hers since she relocated to Urbana. Just stepping inside put her at ease. She had no more than checked her coat when she was greeted enthusiastically by the maitre d'.
He kissed her hand with a flourish and beamed. "Ah, Mademoiselle Fletcher... a pleasure, as always. I didn't know you were dining with us this evening."
"I'm meeting a companion, Andre. A Mr. Piasecki."
"Pi..." Brows knit, Andre scanned his reservation book while he mentally sounded out the name. "Ah, yes, two for eight o'clock.
Pizekee."
"Close enough,'' Natalie murmured.
"Your companion has not yet arrived,mademoiselle. Let me escort you to your table." With a few quick and ruthless adjustments, Andre shifted Ryan's reservation to suit his favorite customer, moving the seating from a small central table in the main traffic pattern to Natalie's favorite quiet corner booth.
"Thank you, Andre." Already at home, Natalie settled into the booth with a little sigh. Beneath the table, her feet slipped out of her shoes.
"My pleasure, as always. Would you care for a drink while you wait?"
"A gla.s.s of champagne, thank you. My usual."
"Of course. Right away. And,mademoiselle, if I may be so presumptuous, the lobster Robert, tonight it is..." He kissed his fingers.
"I'll keep that in mind."
While she waited, Natalie took out her date book and began to make notations on her schedule for the next day. She had nearly finished her champagne when Ry walked up to the table.
She didn't bother to glance up. "It's a good thing I'm not a fire."
"I'm never late for a fire." He took his seat, and they spent a moment measuring each other.
So, he owned a suit, Natalie thought. And he looked good in it.
Dark jacket, crisp white shirt, subtle gray tie. Even though his hair wasn't quite tamed, it was definitely a more cla.s.sic look than she'd expected from him.
"I use it for funerals," Ry said, reading her perfectly.
She only lifted a brow. "Well, that certainly sets the tone for the evening, doesn't it?"
"You picked the spot," he reminded her. He glanced around the restaurant. Quiet cla.s.s, he mused. Just a tad ornate and stuffy- exactly what he'd expected. "So, how's the food here?"
"It's excellent."