you’re in there!” His voice was surpassing the
howling of the wind. “Open up or else I’ll break the damn door down!”
And he was capable of doing it. She was sure about that.
After hesitating for a moment, Jackie approached the
door and taking a deep breath, she opened it.
Michael stormed inside the house, almost knocking her
down and slammed the door shut behind him. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked,
grinding his teeth.
“What do you want, Michael? What are you doing here?”
she snapped.
“Why did you leave the hotel without a word?”
“I don’t have to report to you!”
Michael inhaled sharply and his icy gaze drove a chill
up her spine. Jackie stood there shocked, staring at his face distorted with
rage.
For a moment, neither of them uttered a word. They stood
there, staring into each other’s eyes. Jackie felt the blood running hot in her
veins and lowered her eyes to avoid the dangerous, but at the same time,
enchanting look in those blue eyes of his.
“How did you find me?” she asked, trying to catch her
breath and clear her thoughts. What is wrong with me? She was furious
all she could think about was how gorgeous he looked in his jeans and the black
leather jacket that was now dripping wet.
“Are you crazy?” he yelled at her and grabbed her by the
arm. “What do you think you’re doing out here all by yourself?”
“How did you find me?” Jackie insisted, and tried to
release her arm from his steel grasp.
“You were under my custody and you ran away!” he accused
her, not being able to control his temper.
“I wasn’t aware that I was under arrest!” she rebutted,
irritated.
“You were caught breaking into this house, remember!” he
pointed out and took a step forward, coming unbearably close…almost leaning
over her, holding her captive with his gaze.
“And you did not arrest me!” she retorted. “Maybe it was
because you couldn’t explain either what exactly you were doing out here
in the middle of the night!” she went on, raising her chin stubbornly, looking
at him straight in the eyes. If only his eyes weren’t so blue and his hair
so gorgeously shining black.
Michael looked at her for a couple of seconds. His gaze
was dangerous, but oh…so seductive….
“Now, you listen to me, Jackie Alexander” he burst out.
“I’m not the type of person you want to play games with.” He placed emphasis on
every word. “You better start talking and you better start talking fast.
Otherwise, I will drag you to a cell, lock you up, and throw away the key,” he concluded,
and there was fire in his eyes.
“You don’t scare me, Detective Apostolou,” Jackie
replied in a firm voice, placing emphasis on the fact that she wasn’t using his
first name any more. “You had no official business being out here the other
night, and we both know it. Otherwise, I would be in a cell right now.
Besides,” she went on, “I have every right to be here! The house belongs to my
uncle, Stephanos Demiris,”—she lied—“and he has authorized me to be here. You
can check with his attorney, Nancy Felini.”
“This house doesn’t belong to Stephanos Demiris!”
Michael said in a low and dangerous tone of voice. “And you know it very well!”
he accused her.
Jackie was left speechless. What now? Things were
getting pretty complicated, and this detective seemed to be a lot more than
what she had anticipated. Was he bluffing or did he really know the truth?
“What are you talking about? Of course, the house
belongs to my uncle!” she burst out, trying to sound as convincing as she
could. She knew she had to buy some time in order to figure out how much he
really knew and how she could get rid of him in order to finish the job she had
come for. Time was running out, and there was so much at stake.
“No, it doesn’t!” he replied, watching her face very
carefully, “For the simple reason that it belongs to me !”
Chapter Five
Roussos rolled with the pitching
howling of the wind. “Open up or else I’ll break the damn door down!”
And he was capable of doing it. She was sure about that.
After hesitating for a moment, Jackie approached the
door and taking a deep breath, she opened it.
Michael stormed inside the house, almost knocking her
down and slammed the door shut behind him. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked,
grinding his teeth.
“What do you want, Michael? What are you doing here?”
she snapped.
“Why did you leave the hotel without a word?”
“I don’t have to report to you!”
Michael inhaled sharply and his icy gaze drove a chill
up her spine. Jackie stood there shocked, staring at his face distorted with
rage.
For a moment, neither of them uttered a word. They stood
there, staring into each other’s eyes. Jackie felt the blood running hot in her
veins and lowered her eyes to avoid the dangerous, but at the same time,
enchanting look in those blue eyes of his.
“How did you find me?” she asked, trying to catch her
breath and clear her thoughts. What is wrong with me? She was furious
all she could think about was how gorgeous he looked in his jeans and the black
leather jacket that was now dripping wet.
“Are you crazy?” he yelled at her and grabbed her by the
arm. “What do you think you’re doing out here all by yourself?”
“How did you find me?” Jackie insisted, and tried to
release her arm from his steel grasp.
“You were under my custody and you ran away!” he accused
her, not being able to control his temper.
“I wasn’t aware that I was under arrest!” she rebutted,
irritated.
“You were caught breaking into this house, remember!” he
pointed out and took a step forward, coming unbearably close…almost leaning
over her, holding her captive with his gaze.
“And you did not arrest me!” she retorted. “Maybe it was
because you couldn’t explain either what exactly you were doing out here
in the middle of the night!” she went on, raising her chin stubbornly, looking
at him straight in the eyes. If only his eyes weren’t so blue and his hair
so gorgeously shining black.
Michael looked at her for a couple of seconds. His gaze
was dangerous, but oh…so seductive….
“Now, you listen to me, Jackie Alexander” he burst out.
“I’m not the type of person you want to play games with.” He placed emphasis on
every word. “You better start talking and you better start talking fast.
Otherwise, I will drag you to a cell, lock you up, and throw away the key,” he concluded,
and there was fire in his eyes.
“You don’t scare me, Detective Apostolou,” Jackie
replied in a firm voice, placing emphasis on the fact that she wasn’t using his
first name any more. “You had no official business being out here the other
night, and we both know it. Otherwise, I would be in a cell right now.
Besides,” she went on, “I have every right to be here! The house belongs to my
uncle, Stephanos Demiris,”—she lied—“and he has authorized me to be here. You
can check with his attorney, Nancy Felini.”
“This house doesn’t belong to Stephanos Demiris!”
Michael said in a low and dangerous tone of voice. “And you know it very well!”
he accused her.
Jackie was left speechless. What now? Things were
getting pretty complicated, and this detective seemed to be a lot more than
what she had anticipated. Was he bluffing or did he really know the truth?
“What are you talking about? Of course, the house
belongs to my uncle!” she burst out, trying to sound as convincing as she
could. She knew she had to buy some time in order to figure out how much he
really knew and how she could get rid of him in order to finish the job she had
come for. Time was running out, and there was so much at stake.
“No, it doesn’t!” he replied, watching her face very
carefully, “For the simple reason that it belongs to me !”
Chapter Five
Roussos rolled with the pitching
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