Experiment in Terror (Koehler Brothers Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

don’t care for his type.”
    “What is his type?”
    “I don’t know, but it’s something about the way he stared at me.”
    “Well, you are very attractive.”
    “I saw enough of that when my ex-husband met a woman for the first time.”
    “I understand, but it’s strange, he didn’t give me that kind of treatment. Of course, I have to admit, I can’t hold a candle to you.”
    “It was probably because he knew I was the owner and not because of my looks. You know how some people will try and make up to someone they feel is important.”
    “Since you feel that way about him, are you going to have him sign a contract?”
    “I’ll have to think about it. I must admit his photography is different from anything in the store. And I’m not about to cut off my nose to spite my face, if you know what I mean.”
    “I know. For you it’s all about the bottom line. I must admit you are one shrewd businesswoman. How else could you have stayed in business for six years? You had an amazing concept when you started this store right out of college.”
    “I was lucky to have a father who believed in me and put up the initial capital to get me started.”
    “Well, I had better get back out in the store before Justin buzzes for my help.”
    “Okay. I think I’ll run home and pick up those papers I forgot,” Amanda said as Jenessa stood up.
    She should feel guilty for lying to Jenessa, but she would find something to bring back to work with her so it wouldn’t be a total lie.
    If the homeless men weren’t in the area where they had been that morning, she would turn around and ride to the library and check out a book instead. She knew they often lounged on the lawn in front of the library.
    Just the thought of seeing the man again excited her. Her driving need to see him shocked her. What was so special about him? When she had first seen him, she had experienced a feeling that she had thought long since dead.
    Amanda went into the private restroom off her office and brushed her hair and touched up her lipstick. Putting on her riding helmet, she stared into the mirror, wondering what the homeless man had seen when he saw her.
    Her blond hair and blue eyes, which tilted up slightly at the outer edges giving her a slightly exotic look, and a faint sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of her nose fading at her upper cheeks.
    Stepping back out into her office, she grabbed the bag containing her wallet, keys, and riding gloves. As she strolled through the store to retrieve her bike, she glanced around. Justin and Jenessa were both waiting on customers, and she felt comfortable leaving the store in their competent hands.
    She rode the block to the Boulder Creek Path. When she saw there were no homeless men sitting on the stone bench, she stopped on the pretense of getting a drink of water out of the fountain. Then she turned her bike around and headed in the direction of the library.
    The bike path curved down and under Arapahoe Street and then up again and through a small park with a few picnic tables. She had forgotten that homeless men sometimes sat there and ate their lunch as they were doing now.
    She didn’t see the man she was looking for unless he was sitting with his back toward her. They all looked alike from behind with their dirty clothes and shaggy hair. She slowed down, her eyes studying each one.
    Then she saw him. His back was toward her, but as he stood up, wadding a paper into a tight ball, he turned to toss it into a nearby trashcan as though he were attempting to throw a basketball through the hoop.
    His hand stopped in midair as he saw her. Her breath caught. Never taking his eyes from hers, his hand continued its upward motion and he released the paper into the air where it dropped into the trash barrel.
    Her bike began to wobble, and Amanda knew if she slowed down anymore, she would tip it over. She hated to break eye contact, but there was nothing else to do. She had to ride on. There was no reason