"If I were after you for nefarious purposes," he said as
he advanced on her, "would I be so careless as to approach
you here?"
He pulled a gloved hand from his pocket and gestured
gracefully to the parking lot, like a magician drawing
attention to his stage.
"If I wanted to harm you," he said, stepping closer, "I
would be smart enough to follow you home, find a way to
slip into your house or garage, catch you where there
would be little chance of witnesses or interference." He
let those images take firm root in her mind. "That's what
I would do if I were the sort of rascal who preys on
women." He smiled again. "Which I am not."
"Who are you and what do you want? " Ellen demanded,
unnerved by the fact that a part of her brain catalogued
his manner as charming. No, not charming. Seductive.
Disturbing.
"Jay Butler Brooks. I'm a writer--true crime. I can show
you my driver's license if you'd like," he offered, but
made no move to reach for it, only took another step
toward her, never letting her get enough distance between
them to diffuse the electric quality of the tension.
"I'd like for you to back off," Ellen said. She started to
hold up a hand, a gesture meant to stop him in his tracks--
or a foolish invitation for him to grab hold of her arm.
Pulling the gesture back, she hefted her briefcase in her
right hand, weighing its potential as a weapon or a
shield. "If you think I'm getting close enough to you to
look at a DMV photo, you must be out of your mind."
"Well, I have been so accused once or twice, but it never
did stick. Now my Uncle Hooter, he's a different story. I
could tell you some tales about him. Over dinner, perhaps?"
"Perhapsnot."
He gave her a crestfallen look that was ruined by the
sense that he was more amused than affronted. "After I
waited for you out here in the cold?"
"After you stalked me and skulked around in the shadows?"
she corrected him, moving another step backward. "After
you've done your best to frighten me?"
"I frighten you, Ms. North? You don't strike me as the
sort of woman who would be easily frightened. That's
certainly not the impression you gave at the press
conference."
"I thought you said you aren't a reporter."
"No one at the courthouse ever asked," he confessed. "They
assumed the same way you assumed. Forgive my pointing it
out at this particular moment, but assumptions can be very
dangerous things. Your boss needs to have a word with
someone about security. This is a highly volatile case
you've got here. Anything might happen. The possibilities
are virtually endless. I'd be happy to discuss them with
you. Over drinks," he suggested. "You look like you could
do with one."
"If you want to see me, call my office."
"Oh, I want to see you, Ms. North," he murmured, his voice
an almost tangible caress. "I'm not big on appointments,
though. Preparation time eliminates spontaneity."
"That's the whole point."
"I prefer to catch people...off balance," he
admitted. "They reveal more of their true selves."
"I have no intention of revealing anything to you." She
stopped her retreat as a group of people emerged from the
main doors of City Center. "I should have you arrested."
He arched a brow. "On what charge, Ms. North? Attempting
to hold a conversation? Surely y'all are not so
inhospitable as your weather here in Minnesota, are you?"
She gave him no answer. The voices of the people who had
come out of the building rose and fell, only the odd word
breaking clear as they made their way down the sidewalk.
She turned and fell into step with the others as they
passed.
Jay watched her walk away, head up, chin out, once again
projecting an image of cool control. She didn't like being
caught off guard. He would have bet money she was a list
maker, a rule follower, the kind of woman who dotted all
her i's and crossed all her t's, then doublechecked them
for good measure. She liked boundaries. She liked control.
She had no intention of revealing anything to him.
"But you already have, Ms. Ellen North," he said, hunching
up his shoulders as the wind bit a little harder and spit
a sweep of fine white snow across the parking lot. "You
already have."
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