The Lone Star Cinderella - Page 6

A knock sounded at the front door and Mia took it as a reprieve from her boring lunch. She set the bowl down on the counter and headed through the house. Whoever it was knocked again, faster and louder this time, and she frowned. Did another reporter get past the gate?

At the doorway, she glanced through the glass panes on one side of the heavy door and gaped at the man standing on the porch. Before she could think about it, she yanked the door open and faced Dave Firestone.

He wore black jeans, a dark red collared shirt, a battered brown bomber jacket and scarred boots. He held his hat in one fist, and his dark blond hair ruffled in the wind. His gray eyes locked onto her and Mia felt a jolt of something unexpected sizzle inside her.

“Mia,” he said, his voice deep enough to rumble along her spine, “I think we should talk.”

Two

“What’re you doing here?”

Dave took a good long look at the woman standing there glaring at him. Her long, dark brown hair was, as usual, pulled back from her face and twisted into a messy knot at the back of her neck. She wore faded blue jeans and a long-sleeved, navy blue T-shirt. Her feet were bare and he was surprised to see her toes were painted fire-engine red. Mia Hughes had never seemed like the red nail polish type to him. She was more of a pastel woman, seemingly determined to fade into the background. Or so he’d thought.

Something inside him stirred whether he’d wanted it to or not. He lifted his gaze to hers and the strength of her even stare punched out at him. Her wide blue eyes were unenhanced, yet they still seemed to captivate him.

He didn’t want to be captivated.

“I think we should talk. About Alex.”

“How did you get in here? The gate guard should have called me.”

“I asked him not to.” He shrugged. “He knows me, so it wasn’t a problem.”

“Well, it should have been. He never should have let you in here without contacting me.” She folded her arms across her chest.

Dave scowled. He wasn’t used to being kept cooling his heels outside. But Mia Hughes was guarding Alex Santiago’s front door like a trained pit bull. “I think it’d be better if we went inside to talk.”

“First, tell me what this is about.” She cocked her head and the toes of one foot began to tap impatiently.

“I’m not your enemy.” He took a step closer and noticed that she didn’t move back but held her ground. He could admire that even as she frustrated him.

He’d come here to compare notes. To see if she knew anything that might shed a light on Alex’s disappearance. But damned if he was going to have this conversation on the porch.

“No,” she conceded. “You’re not.” Her stance relaxed just a fraction. “And I was going to call you later anyway…”

“Is that right?” Surprised, he took another slow look at her and he noted that her eyes were gleaming with something he could only call interest. “About what?”

“About Alex, of course,” she told him with a shake of her head.

“Well, it’s good that I showed up today, isn’t it? Because that’s just what I want to talk to you about.” He glanced over his shoulder at the empty, meticulously kept grounds before looking back at her. “I want to know if there’s anything you know about Alex that you haven’t told Nathan Battle.”

“Of course there isn’t,” she said, clearly insulted. “Do you really think I haven’t been helping the police? I’ve done everything I can think of to find Alex.”

“That’s not what I meant,” he said, cutting her off before she could erupt into a full-on rant. Hell, Mia Hughes was usually so quiet he hardly noticed her. But apparently on her own turf she wasn’t so reticent.

“It better not be,” she countered, and those blue eyes of hers flashed dangerously.

“Look, you don’t have to be so defensive. Alex and I weren’t exactly friends…”

She laughed shortly.

He frowned and continued, “But that doesn’t mean I wish him harm. Hell, right now I want to find him more than anybody in this town.”

A second or two passed in tense silence before she sighed and her stance relaxed. “Okay, I can understand that.”

“Thanks,” he muttered. “So can I come in and talk to you about this now?”

“I guess—” She stopped, looked over his shoulder at the yard and said, “Don’t!”

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