Guardian of Her Heart

The problem was that she literally had to push him. She hadn’t wanted to touch him, but he stood right in her way. As a result, she felt the substance of his arm as she shoved it aside. And then she had to edge out between his body and the protrusion of the elevator door. She tried not to touch him, but couldn’t avoid it. The tips of her breasts just skimmed his chest. They responded to the contact. She felt them harden. Thank heavens she was wearing a substantial bra and opaque cotton blouse. They concealed her reaction. She hoped.

Even so, the contact wasn’t lost on Travis. His half smile returned, and this time, it twinkled in his eyes.

He didn’t continue to stand there but followed her down the hall. “I’d say it’s very much my concern,” he contradicted as she reached the door to A-S Development. “So, will you tell me what the problem is, or do I have to follow you all morning?”

She sucked in her breath. “No, thank you, Lt. Bronson,” she hissed. “It wasn’t anything. Just a phone call with no one at the other end.”

“I see. Was that the only time?”

She sagged against the hallway wall. “No,” she admitted. With a sigh, she found herself telling him of the spate of hang-ups, the myriad of non-messages on her answering machine. “I figure it’s Glen Farley trying to unnerve me.”

“Sounds like he’s succeeding,” Travis said. “Let me come in, make some calls, and we’ll use his little trick against him, okay?”

Dianna didn’t want to feel heartened by this man or what he said or did, but the way he took her at her word with no proof made her feel light-headed with relief. “How do we do that?”

“If we can trace those calls, we’ll find him. And arrest him. And, bingo, he won’t bother you any more.”

She hadn’t imagined she’d feel like grinning right then, but she did. “As simple as that?”

“Almost.” He smiled back and they both entered the office suite.

The reception area was empty, though the door was unlocked. “Wally?” Dianna called. He didn’t respond, so she looked into his office. He wasn’t there. “He gets here early,” Dianna said, “and opens the door. He sometimes goes back out for coffee.”

“Not a good idea to keep the door open like that,” Travis said with a frown.

“The Englander Dispute Resolution Center is filled with lawyers at this hour of the morning,” Dianna replied with a shrug. “And even they have to go through the security check downstairs.”

But a minute later, when Travis had followed her into her office, she wished she had not been so cavalier.

For there was a wrapped package right in the middle of her otherwise clear desk.

And it was ticking.

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