month when Ethan imported him from California to protect her while he and Zoe dealt with the threat from Zoeâs in-laws.
Physically Harry bore a striking resemblance to a living skeleton. When he smiled he looked like a Halloween decoration. But in the few weeks they had known each other she had come to believe that they were soul mates.
Harryâs card declared that he was a security consultant. From what she could tell, that term covered a great deal of territory. But she knew that in this instance it was a euphemism forbodyguard. Last week he had left to take a short-term position looking after the teenage daughter of a Texas businessman. The young woman was a senior in high school. She had been packed off to the West Coast to tour various California college campuses. The stated objective was to gather information that would assist her in deciding which institution of higher learning she wanted to attend. But according to Harry her primary interests thus far had been shopping and star-gazing.
âRoutine,â Harry said. âThe kid bought three more pairs of shoes today along with a couple of purses and a skimpy little shirt that shows off the ring in her belly button. She also picked up some jeans that are so tight I think sheâs gonna have to paint them on with a brush.â
âYou shouldnât be noticing things like that, Harry. Youâre a professional, remember?â
âProfessionals are paid to notice every detail. After seeing her in that dinky little shirt, Iâm pretty sure sheâs had a boob job.â
âAt her age?â
âI get the impression that kids her age in her income bracket put boob jobs in the same category as getting their teeth straightened.â
âHas she actually spent any time on a college campus?â
âWe managed a solid fifteen minutes at Pomona and maybe half an hour at USC today.â
âGood schools. Does she have the grades and SAT scores for them?â
âDonât know about that, but her daddyâs got enough cash to buy her way into any school she fancies.â
The rock music boomed louder in the background.
âWhere are you?â she asked.
âSome kind of teenage club. Iâll be lucky if I donât need hearing aids after this gig.â
âHow much longer is it going to last?â
âThe job or the music?â
She smiled slightly. âThe job.â
âWell, I gotta tell you, my heart nearly failed me this morning when she announced that she wanted to extend her stay to the end of the month. But luckily her daddy phoned and told her that she had to go back to Texas in ten days.â
âDo you have to fly back with her?â
âNo. Daddyâs sending one of the people from his regular agency to pick her up here and escort her to Dallas. The only reason he hired me was because he wanted someone who knew the local scene while she was in Southern California.â
âSo youâll be home in ten days?â
There was a lengthy pause. For a few seconds she thought his phone had cut out. Then she realized that she could still hear the hard rock in the background.
âHarry?â
âIâm here,â he said in an oddly neutral tone of voice.
âThought Iâd lost you. Did something happen? Do you have to get off the phone?â
âNo. Just realized I hadnât thought of Whispering Springs as home, thatâs all.â
âOh.â She did not know what to say. The truth was that, although she had lived there for a little more than a year, she had only recently begun to think of Whispering Springs as home,herself. She was not sure quite when that had happened. Sometime after she had met Harry, she thought.
But whatever this place was to her, it was not Harryâs home, she reminded herself. His address was in San Diego. She should not forget significant facts like that.
âYeah,â he said, no longer sounding the least bit