Rendezvous at Midnight Read Online Free PDF Page A

did Rosanna offer him other women couldn’t? Michael didn’t for one moment believe it was true love, although poor Rosanna probably had. It was one of the worrying details that had made him suspect this even before they’d seen the vision. A lovely woman, golden brown hair coming loose from its pins, a neat figure dressed only in a white swimsuit, the forehead a nightmare of crushed bone and blood.
    Someone must have arranged the scene, gotten rid of the ruined bedding and laid Rosanna carefully on the floor before calling for help. With a bedroom like that, there must be any number of white coverlets to replace the ruined one. It did mean they might have had help from a member of the crew, another potential witness.
    Lisa lifted her head and looked at him, biting her lower lip, determination in her eyes. “No. I want to go where this weekend takes us. Don’t hold back.”
    He still wasn’t sure he’d go that far. The atmosphere here was like nowhere else he’d visited, crackling with tension. Something waited for him and for Ayesha.
    The tension had other effects. He’d wanted her for a while, but now the thought of holding back was almost unbearable. Michael knew part of this was the place and the time, but not all of it.
    “Do you hear me, Michael?”
    He nodded. “I hear you.” Not that he didn’t mean to use his own judgment. Not every spirit was a true ghost, or even well meaning. Some were evil and would do anything to confuse and upset the mortal in front of them. Just because they could. “I’m no detective, Lisa, and nothing we saw this afternoon is admissible in court. You know that, don’t you?”
    She nodded yes. “I always knew it. So did Dad. But there wasn’t anything he could do. Selhurst was rich and powerful, and even if he didn’t do it, he was involved somehow because she died in his suite. She had quarters of her own. Perhaps we should go there, too.”
    “Perhaps,” he murmured, noncommittally.
    “I don’t want revenge or anything stupid like that. Selhurst got what was coming to him, in any case. His little financial deals turned bad and after he lost all his money, he killed himself. Remember?”
    “A historical footnote.” Michael kept his voice deliberately soothing. Not what he was feeling inside, but that was his problem, something he’d have to take care of for himself. “The reports say Rosanna’s death was the turning point. Up until then, all his projects turned to gold, but after, his luck deserted him.”
    “He was a dirty politician and an embezzler.”
    “Of course.” Although, from what he’d read, the case wasn’t that straightforward. Selhurst took many of the shortcuts other financiers got away with, but his came back to bite him in the butt. Almost as if someone had cursed him. Michael believed in the power of curses and if Rosanna hadn’t died immediately, she could have laid one on him good.
    “Anyway, it was over a long time ago. Thirty years, so I won’t be able to lie about my age any more. I never knew her. I was eighteen months old when she died, and they were careful not to clue me in until I was much older.” She paused. “I’m tired.” The little sigh she gave played havoc with his senses.
    “You should sleep. We have an all-nighter in front of us, and we only flew down this morning. Get some rest.”
    “You, too.”
    He had to get out of there before he did something that might blow his chances with Lisa forever. Like grabbing her and kissing her senseless.
    Somehow his hands had crept up to caress and rub her calves. Time to stop before he got somewhere more interesting. Not that it wasn’t a pleasure to smooth his hands over her silky skin.
    She wasn’t helping. Lisa stretched out on her back and made a sound of deep appreciation. “Mmm. Do you charge for this?”
    He should, and he knew just what he would charge. Perhaps he could just massage her legs and feet until she fell asleep and then creep out to his own room. Yeah,