Jayne Ann Krentz Dreams, Part 1 Harlequin Temptation, No. 229 Read Online Free PDF

Diana steered her
    charge in the opposite direction.
    “Okay,“ Colby said quietly as they reached his black Jeep. “The rescue operation is over.“ He leaned against the
    fender and tapped his bunch of letters against one palm. “Should I thank you?“
    Diana shaded her eyes and watched the Cadillac pull out of the parking lot. “I suppose that depends on how badly
    you wanted rescuing.“
    “Badly enough. It’s been twenty years since I’ve gone toe-to-toe with that old bat. I’m out of practice. But I think I
    could still take Harry if I had to. He’s really put on the weight. Looks slower than ever.“
    “Harry being the driver, I take it?“
    “Harry Gedge being Margaret Fulbrook’s odd job boy. He does whatever she tells him.“ Colby lost interest in the
    pair. “Were you serious about the picnic or was that just camouflage for the rescue effort?“
    Diana drew in her breath and braced herself. “That depends on whether or not Margaret Fulbrook really is your
    mother-in-law.“
    Colby’s brows rose sardonically. “Somebody sure filled you in fast.“
    “It was Eddy Spooner at the gas station,“ Diana admitted.
    “Good old Eddy. Well, he was partly right. I married Margaret Fulbrook’s daughter twenty years ago.“ He shifted
    his gaze to the disappearing Cadillac.
    “Well?“ Diana prompted.
    “Well, what?“ Colby looked back at her.
    Diana sighed. “Are you still married?“
    “No.“
    Diana hid her sense of relief behind a reproving shake of her head. “If I waited to get answers from you, I’d wait
    until hell froze over, wouldn’t I?“
    He smiled faintly. “And you like answers, don’t you?“
    “I need a few before I go to bed with you,“ she retorted evenly.
    Colby didn’t move. His expression was alive with sudden, searching intent. “Are you still considering the
    possibility of going to bed with me?“
    “Yes.“
    Exultant relief flashed in his gray eyes, but he only nodded once. “If you come through with a real picnic this
    afternoon, I’ll come through with some answers about Margaret Fulbrook.“
    “It’s a deal.“ Diana turned to start toward her car.
    “I'll pick you up in an hour. And wear a pair of sport shoes,“ Colby called after her. “It’s slippery up there around
    the falls.“
    “I acted like an ass last night. You have my apology, for what it’s worth.“ Colby stretched out on his side with
    unconscious masculine grace. One knee was bent, his upper body braced on his elbow. His brooding gaze was on the
    town far below.
    Diana was sitting cross-legged on the blanket, listening to the dull roar of the water. She followed Colby’s gaze and
    studied the picturesque scene below. The road that paralleled the river through the gorge was a narrow, twisting
    ribbon. She could see the old bridge across the river that linked the two halves of Fulbrook Corners. Her cottage was
    just barely visible on the same side of the river as Colby’s place, Specter, having given up on the possibility of getting
    any more potato chips, was sprawled behind her on a sun-warmed rock.
    “Maybe you did act like an ass,“ she agreed after a moment. “But part of it may have been my fault. I didn’t handle
    the situation very well. I did a lot of thinking last night after you left. I’ve come to the conclusion you’re right. I have
    been giving out mixed signals.“
    Colby’s eyes shifted slowly from the scene in the valley below to her face. “Signals?“
    Diana fiddled with a small weed she had picked. “Yes, signals. You know what I mean.“
    “I know what you mean, all right,“ he agreed roughly. “If nothing else, it’s a relief to know I wasn’t imagining
    things.“
    Diana’s mouth curved in gentle amusement. “I expect that with an imagination like yours you have to be a little
    cautious about how you interpret things.“
    Colby picked up his beer can and took a long swallow. His eyes met hers over the rim. “I can control my
    imagination. Most of the