Authors: Carol Ericson
Locked in a stall in the men's room, Judd slipped the velvet pouch crammed with jewels into the inside pocket of his dinner jacket. He patted his .45 tucked into the shoulder holster on the other side.
He had no idea where Bunny Harris would wind up with that gigolo she'd picked up tonight, but at least her jewelry wouldn't be with her.
He shoved out of the stall and nodded at the man washing his hands at the vanity, who'd caught his eye in the mirror. The dude had been talking to London Breck earlierâprobably a relative. As far as he knew, the richest woman in the city didn't have a husband or even a boyfriend. The tabloids linked her with a new man every other month...not that he followed the tabloids except for business.
The man at the sink and London had the same lookâblond, Nordic, cold. Although London was a beautiful girl, she wasn't his type, even with all those dollar signs after her name.
Judd washed his hands, accepted a warm towel from the attendant and slipped a five in his basket. He turned toward the door.
“Care for a spritz?”
Judd stumbled to a stop and glanced over his shoulder at the mirror.
The Breck relative held up a bottle of cologne, aiming it at him. “It's a good scent...manly.”
“That's okay.” Judd held up his hands. “I'm good.”
He heard the hiss of the spray bottle behind him as he dodged through the bathroom door.
Rich people.
Checking his watch, he jogged down the escalator. Bunny had told him she'd send her car back for him at the side entrance to the hotel. He waved to the hotel clerk and gave a fist bump to one of the bellhops.
“Later, man.”
He took the steps down to the side door two at a time and pushed through to the alley. Darkness enveloped him as his shoes crunched broken glass. He tilted back his head to look at the lights on the outside of the hotel, which had been smashed.
His head jerked up at the sound of scuffling down the alley, and he noticed a car parked at the end, blocking the entrance to the street, contributing to the darkness.
He plucked a small but powerful flashlight from his pocket and aimed it in the direction of the noise.
A man wearing a ski mask looked up from the woman he was dragging behind him by the throat.
“Hey!” Judd sprinted toward the scene.
The man dropped his victim and rushed to the waiting car at the end of the alley. Tires squealed and the car peeled out before Judd could reach it. He flicked his light at the retreating vehicle, but someone had removed the back license plate.
A woman coughed behind him and he spun around and strode back to her. The sparkly material of her gown was twisted around her legs and she couldn't stand. He scooped her up and set her on her impossibly high heels. No wonder she couldn't run away from her assailant.
She brushed strands of blond hair from her face. That silvery hair seemed to be the only source of light in the alleyâthat and the sparkles on her black dress and at her throat.
She coughed again, swore like a sailor and spit onto the concrete. “My God, if he wanted the necklace, why didn't he just ask?”
Judd found himself looking into the perfect face of London Breck, a little disheveled and mad as hell, but those qualities only seemed to enhance her beauty.
Her eyes widened and sparkled, matching the diamonds around her neck in brilliance. “You!”
“What the hell are you doing out here in the alley?” He bent over and swept her handbag from the ground. Odd the thief hadn't snatched that.
She grabbed it from him and folded her arms over her body. “Waiting for my driver. You?”
“Waiting for Bunny Harris's driver.”
She swayed toward him and he caught her before she toppled over. She smelled...expensive, except for the odor of leather coming from her jacket. Who wore a jacket like that with a haute couture evening dress?
“Whoa.” He pointed to her feet. “If you hope to stand upright on your own, you'd better straighten out that dress.”
“I hate long dresses.” She leaned forward and placed her hands on either side of a hole in her dress below her knees and pulled it apart.
The bottom part of her dress, which seemed to be made of different material from the top, ripped off, and she dropped the silky material, which probably cost more than his motorcycle, into a puddle in the alley.
“There.” She thrust out her hand. “London Breck. Thanks for saving me from whatever that was.”
“Judd Brody.” He clasped her long, slim fingers in his hand, but if he expected a limp, girly handshake from her, he was wrong. She gave his hand a firm squeeze and dropped it.
“That was a robbery, wasn't it?” His gaze shifted to the bright bauble stuck on her right ring finger and the diamond bracelet now peeking from the cuff of the jacket.
She trailed her fingers across her throat. “At first I thought he wanted my necklace, but he was using it to choke me and drag me. He was pulling me to that waiting car.”
“A kidnapping?” He lifted one eyebrow. “I suppose you're worth a few bucks.”
She snorted. “Yeah, good luck with that. My cousin wouldn't pay one dime for my release, and I'm sure my board of directors would be happy to get rid of me.”
A black limo pulled into the alley, bathing it in bright light. Judd cupped a hand over his eyes and squinted.
The car door swung open and a massive figure rolled from the car. “Miss Breck? Are you all right? I'm sorry I'm late. I had a little mishap on the way over.”
She waved. “I'm fine, Theodore. Mr. Brody here rescued me from a would-be robber.”
“What?” Theodore waddled toward them. “I told you not to be waiting in this alley.”
“I expected you to be right here to whisk me away.” She patted the big man's arm. “Not that I blame you, Theodore. Shâstuff happens.”
Theodore grabbed Judd's hand and shook his arm as if he wanted to yank it off. “Thank you, sir.”
Another limo pulled into the alley and honked.
“Now, who is that?” Theodore tugged his cap over his eyes to shield out his headlights.
“I believe that's Ms. Harris's driver for me.” Judd straightened his jacket and patted the hidden jewels.
Theodore tilted his head at him. “You one of Bunny's young men?”
London coughed and clapped a hand over her mouth. As long as Theodore had been working for the upper crust of the city, he'd never learned to filter his speech. She liked that.
“God, no. I'm working for her tonight...as a bodyguard.”
“Can I buy you a drink?” London sniffed and ran her hand beneath her nose. “It's the least I can do. Theodore can take us.”
“That I can,” her driver added.
A drink with the rich and beautiful London Breck? Why not? Another way to make his older brothers jealous.
“Sure.”
“I'll go tell Bunny's driver. I know him.” Theodore turned and made his way down the alley, momentarily blocking out the headlights and casting him into darkness again with London.
She suddenly looked vulnerable with her silvery-blond hair half-down on one side and her ripped couture dress.
Judd tapped his neck. “Are you okay?”
“Throat's a little rough, but I'll live.”
“Do you want to report it to the cops?”
“Did you get a license plate or a good look at the driver or my attacker?”
“The car didn't have a license plate and the driver was wearing a ski mask just like your assailant's, except for the white zigzag down the front.”
“Then, no. I don't need the publicity.”
Theodore shifted his formidable presence to the side and the headlights lit up the alley again. The beams picked up London's sparklesâher hair, her jewels, her dressâand she blazed to life. How had he ever imagined this woman had one vulnerable bone in her body?
“You get a lot of that, don't you? Publicity, I mean.”
Spreading her hands, she shrugged. “Comes with the territory.”
Theodore called from behind her, “I sent Mrs. Harris's driver away. Are you ready, Miss Breck?”
“After the night I just had? You bet.”
She spun around on her high heels and picked her way through the puddles in the alley to the waiting town car.
Judd's gaze locked onto her swaying hips in the glittering material below the bomber jacket and the endless legs below the jagged hem of the skirt. London had a tall, slim build, but he wouldn't call her skinny.
Wouldn't kick her out of bed, either.
He motioned for the driver to get in the car first and held open the door as Theodore squeezed behind the wheel. Judd slammed the door after Theodore and ducked into the backseat.
It smelled like brand-new leather, which felt as smooth as butter beneath his fingertips as he adjusted himself on the seat next to London.
The glass between the front and backseats slid open. “Where to, Miss Breck?”
“How about Sneaky Pete's in the Lower Haight?”
“I don't think it's very safe down there, Miss Breck.”
“I'm going to be with Bunny Harris's bodyguard, and he'sâ” she patted his chest “âpacking heat.”
“It's that obvious?”
“To the practiced eye.” With her hand still on his chest, she ran those practiced eyes down to his thighs and a slow heat simmered his blood.
“And here I thought we were headed someplace upscale and trendy.”
“I just want a quiet drink. Disappointed?” She snatched her hand back and dropped it into her lap where her ripped dress had ridden up, exposing her creamy thighs.
“Doesn't make any difference to me, but if we're headed that way, I need to make a stop first. Is that a problem?”
“Not for me.” She leaned forward in her seat. “Theodore?”
“Not a problem, sir. Where to?”
Judd pulled the bag of jewels from his pocket and tossed it on the seat between him and London. “I need to make a deposit at Bunny's house.”
“I know exactly where the Harris house is. It's not too far from Mr. Breck's residence. We'll be there in less than fifteen minutes.” The privacy glass magically slid into place while Theodore backed the car out of the alley and rolled onto the street.
“I'm sure this was your idea.” London caressed the velvet pouch. “Bunny is notoriously careless, especially when she's met a new young stud.”
“I noticed.”
“Do you guard her body or her possessions?”
“This is a one-night gig for me. I was helping out a buddy, and the directive was to watch the jewels. When it was clear she'd made plans after the gala with someone she'd just met, I insisted she leave her jewels with me.”
“You're one of
those
Brodys, aren't you?”
Why wouldn't she know his family? Hers had been in this city longer than his. He hunched forward and inspected the mobile liquor cabinet in front of him. “Yep.”
“Congratulations.”
“For what?” He lifted the lid from a cut-glass decanter half-f of dark amber liquid and sniffed the rich aroma.
“After all these years, it looks as though your brother and that true-crime writer uncovered the truth that your father wasn't the Phone Book Killer.”
“I guess so.” He investigated another decanter.
“You seem rather nonchalant about it all.”
“Happened a long time ago.” And he'd sealed off that part of his life in a cold little box in one corner of his heart. He'd let his older brothers gnash their teeth over the stain on the family name. He'd schooled himself not to think about it...or his father.
Her hand covered his, grasping the decanter. “Do you want a drink?”
That smooth skin against his did things to his insides. Was she that smooth all over? That perfect? He'd have fun getting her a little dirty.
His gaze wandered to the tinted glass. Would Theodore mind? This backseat afforded plenty of room to twist this leggy blonde into a pretzel. But she deserved more than a quickie.
He stared into her murky green eyes. “I can wait.”
As her hand left his, she trailed her short, polished fingernails across his skin and he suppressed a shiver.
This one might be made of ice, but she liked to play with fire. He'd seen the tabloidsâLondon Breck jumping naked into a fountain, London Breck running away from home at seventeen to join a rock band on tour, London Breck getting arrested in Qatar for having one of the world's largest diamonds in her possession, which she'd claimed a married sheikh had given her.
Slumming it with a lowly P.I. could be her next crazy prank.
Hell, he was game.
What made him think she wasn't his type? Any gorgeous woman who was up for a good time was his type.
The car slid to a smooth stop at the gates of a mansion in Pacific Heights. The city lights created a twinkling river before them.
The intercom clicked on and Theodore's voice rumbled across the speaker. “I don't know if we can get past the security gates, sir.”
“Mrs. Harris and I made arrangements. Pull up to the call box, Theodore.”
The car turned into the driveway and stopped at the intercom at the gate. Judd punched the button and held it in.
“Hello?”
“This is Judd Brody.”
“Of course, Mr. Brody. Mrs. Harris left instructions.”
The gate eased open and Theodore drove the car around the short, circular drive in front of the Victorian mansion. Did London live in a place like this up here?
“I'll be right back.” Judd swung open the door before Theodore could get out and open it for him. He strode up the front porch and rang the doorbell, which chimed somewhere deep in the house.
The door opened a crack and an eyeball assessed him. Then the crack widened and the pinched face of Bunny's butler appeared.
Judd held out the pouch. “Mrs. Harris wants these to go right back in the safe.”