Hot Item (Hot Zone 3)

“You’ve swiped talent from other agents before,” she whispered.

He stiffened. “I have never resorted to illegal behavior. Your boss and your coworkers can have their suspicions, but either you believe in me or you do not. I refuse to dignify these accusations with more answers.” He straightened papers on his desk, waiting while she thought things through.

If she believed in him and he’d betrayed her, she in turn would have betrayed her employers and friends in favor of a man. If she didn’t have faith in him, she could lose him forever. All she had to go on was experience—she and her father had trusted someone with the keys to their restaurant and in the end it had cost her father his life.

Cindy wanted to trust Miguel, but how could she really know he was telling the truth?

“Cynthia?” he asked, his dark eyes meeting hers.

She was shaking as she replied. “I…I need time to think,” she said at last.

“That is too bad, because if the situation were reversed, I would believe in you. In us.” A muscle pulled at the side of his mouth, a sign he was holding back emotion.

“Miguel, please understand—”

“I understand you don’t know me as well as I thought you did. If you think I am capable of doing these things, hurting your friends…” He shook his head. “If you’ll excuse me, I have business to take care of. Legitimate business.” His voice had turned frosty, lacking the sensual warmth he normally reserved for her.

Confusion and pain overwhelmed her as she stepped back. Turning, she reached for the doorknob and let herself out. Not just out of his office, but likely out of his life.

IMMEDIATELY AFTER landing in Mississippi, Sophie checked her voice mail and discovered that she must have crossed paths with her sister, Micki, midair. Her sibling had landed in New York, home from her long honeymoon. With all the chaos at the office, Sophie had forgotten about her sibling’s return. She would call Micki later. She had other things to deal with now.

As much as Sophie appreciated Riley’s attempt to take her away from her problems, his daughter’s sullen greeting, which had been followed by a persistent scowl, told Sophie she was hardly in for an easy time this weekend. She also knew she was merely postponing dealing with whomever was tormenting her. But if it meant her uncle and Spencer could focus on the draft, she’d just have to get through this trip.

While she was here, she planned to make notes and work through who could possibly want to scare or even hurt her. As afraid as she was, Sophie was also angry that someone would try to rule her life by fear. She refused to be cowed by her so-called stalker. Like everything else, she’d deal with this by analyzing all possibilities.

Riley’s stepfather had sent a limousine to pick them up at the airport, and Sophie stared out the window, watching the passing scenery. And despite their moody teenage chaperone, Sophie couldn’t control her awareness to being so close to Riley. Every time she inhaled, his cologne teased her senses. She imagined she could feel the heat emanating from his body. But most unsettling was the indulgent, even tender way he looked at and spoke to his daughter. Sophie’s heart melted watching him play the role of father.

All of which cemented her fears of allowing herself to get too close to Riley. She’d have preferred to stay in a hotel, but Riley wouldn’t hear of it. He’d insisted that his parents had enough room for a small army and she wouldn’t be imposing.

Sophie glanced at Lizzie, who hadn’t taken her iPod headphones out of her ears since Sophie had met up with father and daughter at the airport. Sophie could hear the music blasting from across the car but doubted the teenager would appreciate a lecture on hearing loss, so she remained silent.

From the side, Lizzie looked like her father, possessing the same profile except with smaller, feminine features. She had long brown hair she’d flat-ironed straight and wore a hot-pink Juicy Couture sweat outfit, which sat low on her hips and hugged her still-developing curves.

Riley tiptoed around her mood, deferring to her rude behavior without comment. To his credit though, he didn’t try to excuse her attitude, for which Sophie was grateful. And from his unusual silence, she decided he wasn’t all that thrilled with the awkwardness hanging over them.

She hoped he’d think about doing something to deal with his daughter’s behavior. But hope was all she could do since she knew better than to criticize his parenting or step in the middle of his relationship with Lizzie. She silently promised and hoped she could keep her vow.

The car drove up to large black wrought-iron gates. The driver checked in and the massive doors slid open wide so they could drive through.

“Okay, ladies, we’re here,” Riley said as the car came to a stop.

Without waiting for the driver to hold the door, Sophie exited, stepping out into the Mississippi humidity, glad she’d opted for curls rather than any kind of sleek hairstyle that wouldn’t hold up in this weather.

Lizzie slid out from behind her and ran up the huge front lawn where a slender woman in navy slacks and a silk blouse waited on the front steps, then pulled her into a warm hug.

“Ready to meet the parents?” Riley winked at Sophie.

The gesture did little to ease the growing nerves in the pit of her stomach. “I really don’t belong here.”

He frowned. “You do, too. You’re my guest and they’re expecting you. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“Except the little fact that your daughter hates me,” she muttered as they started walking up the driveway.

He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, comforting her. “She doesn’t hate you. She hates sharing me.”

Sophie let out a laugh. “Pardon me for thinking there’s little difference.”

“Riley!” The woman walked down the steps and drew her son into her arms. “It’s been too long