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The Defender
“You can fight it if you want, but we will make love.”
Theo didn’t seem able to resist any longer. He pulled Sadie against him, crushing her mouth beneath his. After a few moments his hands found the edge of her sweatshirt and slipped beneath it. “I promised myself that I wasn’t going to touch you again tonight.”
Sadie nipped his ear playfully. “Ah, but I promised myself that I’d definitely be touching you.”
“I like your promise better.” He laughed.
“You know, if your conscience is bothering you, you could just let me do the touching,” she quipped.
“Good idea.” His hands found her breasts and she arched towards him. “I’ll hold you to it next time.” Then he kissed her again.
Desperation built immediately. She could feel his hunger when his heart thundered against her palm, taste it when his tongue aggressively met hers. The heat of his response fuelled her own. Would the pleasure he gave her always be this sharp? This necessary?
He dragged his mouth away. “Why do you have to look so damn sexy in my sweatshirt?”
“You could always take it off…”
“Brilliant suggestion.” He held her tight against him as his breathing slowed. “If I had any blood left – in my brain, that is – I’d have thought of it…”
CARA SUMMERS
Award-winning author Cara Summers loves creating memorable characters. And for her, the best thing about writing for Mills & Boon® Blaze® is that the series allows her to bring to life strong women and seriously sexy men – like the Angelis brothers. “They’re smart, they’re kind, they’re hot and they each have a great sense of humour. What’s not to like?” She hopes that her readers have as much fun reading about Kit, Nik and Theo as she had writing about them. When Cara isn’t busy with her characters, she spends time with her students at Syracuse University, New York and travels south as often as she can to play with her grandchildren.
Dear Reader,
Writing about TALL, DARK…AND DANGEROUSLY HOT! men has been a challenge and a delight! I really hate to see it come to an end. Kit may have been my first love and Nik my favourite, but I have to admit that it’s Theo who will remain in my mind and heart the longest.
In the courtroom hotshot defence lawyer Theo Angelis has a winning reputation, but outside the courtroom he’s lost his edge. An incident with a stalker has him doubting his instincts. He’s even stopped dating! So the last thing he needs right now is a damsel in distress – especially one as sexy as fellow lawyer Sadie Oliver.
Sadie’s in big trouble. Her sister has disappeared, her brother is seriously injured and the prime suspect in a murder…and Sadie’s libido has just shot into overdrive, thanks to Theo Angelis. Professionally, Sadie needs Theo’s help to find her sister and prove her brother’s innocence. Personally, however, she has other needs she’d like Theo to take care of…
I hope you’ll come along for the ride as Theo and Sadie discover just what the Fates have in store for them. And enjoyed meeting the other Angelis brothers in The PI (May) and The Cop (June).
For more information about the Angelis brothers and their family, including excerpts from all three books, visitwww.carasummers.com.
Happy reading!
Cara Summers
THE DEFENDER
BY
CARA SUMMERS
To my son Kevin. Thanks for your advice (which I don’t always take), your unfailing support and your pride in my work. You make the writing life a bit easier. Thanks, too, for being my biggest fan! I love you.
Prologue
Friday, August 28th—Evening
TWILIGHT WAS ONE OF THOSE special times of the day when Cassandra Angelis’ power to see into the future sharpened; this evening she needed all the help she could get. A sense of urgency propelled her along the garden path until she caught her first glimpse of the sun still hanging above the Pacific. Only the faintest shades of pink and blue streaked the sky. So there was still time.
Deliberately slowing her pace, Cass let the scent of the flowers and the songs of insects and birds fill her senses. It wouldn’t do any good to rush. She knew from experience that she couldn’t force her visions. She had to just let them come.
Psychic abilities ran strong in her family and she’d never denied or run away from her special gift. Over the years, she’d established a reputation as a psychic in the San Francisco area.
This evening, Cass had no client. She’d known for almost a month that this weekend would be a pivotal one in the lives of her family members, but it hadn’t been until midnight and again this morning at dawn that her feelings had begun to clarify into visions. She now knew the Fates would bring two of her nephews, Kit and Nik, mortal danger. And love, if they chose to open their hearts to it.
She paused near a patch of white flowers. The delicate blossoms always reminded her of the wildflowers that grew near the seashore in Greece where she’d first met her husband, Demetrius. She could still recall that moment of knowing that there was no one else, would never be anyone else, for her.
It had been the same for her sister Penelope and Demetrius’ brother Spiro. None of them had thought twice about grabbing what the Fates had offered them. She’d never regretted choosing Demetrius even though they’d only had little more than a dozen years together before he and her sister had been killed in a boating accident. In the intervening years, she’d raised Penelope’s children, her nephews Nik, Theo and Kit, and her niece Philly, coming to look on them as much her own as her son, Dino.
Leaning down, Cass picked one of the flowers and inhaled its scent as she continued along the path. Eighteen years had passed so quickly. Her children were all grown up and making their own way in the world. But it was her sister’s middle son, Theo, who’d been slipping into her mind all day.
As she thought of him, her lips curved in a smile. Even as a child, Theo had always been a bit more of a risk taker than his two brothers, trusting his luck to get him out of scrapes. Now that he was older, Theo had put those characteristics to good use as a criminal defense attorney. In fact, his reputation for winning high stakes cases had garnered him some attention from the press. A couple of months back, he’d even made a list of the ten most eligible bachelors in San Francisco and there’d been a photo of him in the Sunday paper. That photo had earned him quite a bit of razzing from his brothers. It had also earned him a spot on the invitation lists of several prominent party givers. However, there’d been a downside to his sudden fame. Theo had also picked up a stalker.
On the surface, one would never have suspected that the situation bothered him. But little by little, Cass had seen Theo withdraw into himself. Eventually, he’d even withdrawn from his family by taking what he termed a “temporary” apartment in town. Of course, he’d done it to protect them—that was Theo’s way—but in the end his efforts had failed. In spite of his precautions, the woman who’d been stalking him had followed him to his father’s restaurant one night and pulled a gun. He’d managed to talk her outside before she’d injured anyone, but in the process of getting the gun away, he’d gotten shot. Then in a move that was so typically Theo, he’d arranged for a good attorney to represent her.
Cass frowned as she watched the sun edge lower toward the water. The family had expected that Theo would move back home once his stalker had been arrested. But he hadn’t. And he’d stopped coming to The Poseidon altogether. She thought she knew what was bothering him. All the Angelis children had some latent psychic ability, but Theo’s was the strongest. He didn’t have visions, but sometimes he just knew things. As a child he’d called the ability luck. But since the incident with his stalker, he was doubting his “lucky feelings.”
She knew what he was going through. She hadn’t foreseen the boating accident that had taken both her husband and her sister, Penelope. The guilt that she hadn’t seen it, hadn’t been able to prevent it, had caused her problems for a time, but she’d finally learned to trust in her powers again. Theo would have to learn that lesson, too.
With a sigh, Cass sank onto a bench and looked out at the ocean in the darkening light. Overhead, a bird sang its heart out. Cass listened and, keeping her gaze fixed on the distant waves, emptied her mind. In front of her, the evening shadows shifted, blending together and separating, then blending again until they formed a thin mist. Through it she saw the image of a woman—tall with short, dark hair and dark, intelligent eyes.
Yes, she thought, Theo would want intelligence. The mists darkened. As if through a glass darkly, she saw Theo and the woman someplace high with the lights of the city spread out beneath them. She felt the sharpness of their fear, but she also sensed the emotions of the other person with them. The coldness of anger and the irrationality of greed sliced through her with an intensity that took her breath away. Then the image faded and she was once more alone in the garden.
The evening was warm, but Cass felt cold right to her bones. Of her three nephews, Theo would face the greatest danger. But he would also find love—if he had the courage to take it. And that love would teach him to trust in his instincts again.
1
Friday, August 28th—Evening
ST. PETER’S CHURCH looked deserted. When Sadie Oliver had driven by a few seconds ago, there’d been no one on the steps. Her sister Juliana’s note had said to come at seven, but the only indication that there was anything going on was a dark van she’d spotted blocking the entrance to the little parking area behind the church.
There’d been something vaguely familiar about the man behind the wheel but she hadn’t been able to draw up the memory. Sadie was debating whether or not to swing back and ask him to move so that she could park behind the church when she finally spotted a space just big enough to squeeze her Miata into.
She hated being late, but a glance at her watch told her she’d slipped into the tardy zone by almost ten minutes. Grabbing her purse, Sadie scrambled out of her car, locked the door and slipped her key into her pocket. She also hated feeling guilty. Maybe if she wasn’t so obsessive-compulsive, she’d have been willing to leave some unfinished work on her desk over the weekend. But she was obsessive-compulsive and late and feeling guilty.
Spotting her reflection in the driver’s window of her car, she added dowdy to her list. Just the cherry she needed to top off a very depressing sundae.
Sadie narrowed her eyes as she studied her image in the glass. Her long, dark hair was pulled back in a braid because she didn’t like to fuss with it. Her earrings and suit were definitely conservative and work oriented. She’d taken great care in the selection because she wanted to represent her family well. But the ensemble reflected in the glass didn’t make the transition to after-five easily. Not that she was an after-five kind of girl, or had been, well, ever. It wasn’t until she’d begun to work at Oliver Enterprises that she’d bought a couple of basic black dresses appropriate for the social functions that she was expected to attend as part of the Oliver family.
Finally, she glanced down at her shoes and winced. They were…well…serviceable was the best word she could come up with. Dowdy repeated the little voice in the back of her mind.
Annoyed, she turned and hurried up the street. A few months ago, she wouldn’t have given a second thought to the way she looked. Her baby sister Juliana, who’d taken after their mother, had always been the girlie-girl. Since Sadie had tried to do everything her older brother Roman could do, she’d become a bit of a tomboy. Being a woman, fussing with her clothes and her hair had always made her…uncomfortable. But she’d been satisfied with herself. Hadn’t she?
Sadie frowned. It had only been since Theo Angelis had stopped to talk to her in the courthouse two months ago that she’d caught herself glancing in the mirror more frequently and…what? Seeing herself the way Theo would see her? Dowdy, insisted the little voice.
“Stop being ridiculous,” she scolded herself as she picked up her pace. Theo Angelis didn’t see her as a woman. He saw her as a colleague. He’d sought her out to congratulate her on the way she’d handled a case, a case that she’d been surprised to learn he’d sent her way. Sandra Linton, the woman she’d defended that day, had stalked him and pulled a gun on him in his family’s restaurant. And Theo had actually been pleased that she’d gotten the woman psychiatric treatment instead of jail time. He’d said that he’d admired her work, a great compliment since she felt the same way about his work.
Just thinking about the encounter shouldn’t have her recalling his scent…soap and something a little earthier. She was tall, but he’d been taller so that she’d had to look up to meet his eyes. Dark eyes with just a hint of danger in them. Just talking to him shouldn’t have made her knees grow weak. And shaking his hand—she could still recall the way her mind had fuzzed over, as if her brain had been replaced by a vat of cotton candy. It had been hot in the courtroom. That was why she’d felt heat shoot right down to her toes; that was why her throat had gone dry.
What she’d experienced in that moment of contact had to have been some kind of aberration, no doubt due to that rush of adrenaline she experienced at the end of every trial. And that was probably the reason she’d developed a sort of schoolgirl crush on Theo Angelis—totally one-sided and very self-indulgent.
And safe, nagged the little voice. Ignoring the voice, Sadie lifted her chin. It was just a handshake, for heaven’s sake. She’d better get over it. She knew from experience that she didn’t have the…know-how or the…equipment to attract a man like Theo Angelis. The kind of man she evidently appealed to was the practical, steady kind. Someone like Michael Dano, who headed up the legal department at Oliver Enterprises. The kind of man she thought of as a mentor and a friend. Michael had waited almost six months to make a move on her…and then she’d felt nothing. Theo had made her feel more with one look. It was just her fate to only be able to feel things with a man who could have any woman he wanted.
And she’d do well to put him out of her mind. The whole San Francisco legal community was buzzing with the fact that Jason Sangerfeld, defense attorney to the stars, had offered him a job in Los Angeles.
Glancing at her watch again, Sadie broke into a run. Her sister Juliana hadn’t given her much notice. The invitation hadn’t arrived until shortly after four o’clock, and she hadn’t had time to go home and change. Not that she knew what she was changing for. Her younger sister’s note hadn’t been very specific. All it had said was: Come to St. Peter’s Church at seven tonight. Please. Juliana. And she hadn’t been able to reach her cell.
As Sadie reached the foot of the steps, she felt another wave of guilt wash over her. Juliana and she weren’t close. Part of that was due to the fact that her sister was eighteen and she was twenty-six. The eight-year difference in their ages had seemed even greater when they were kids. Juliana had still been playing with Barbie dolls when Sadie had gone East for college and law school. And when Sadie had come back home to work in the legal department at Oliver Enterprises a year ago, Juliana had been away at boarding school.
When her sister had come home three months ago, Sadie’s goal had been to get to know Juliana better. But she’d let her work and perhaps her current frustration with it interfere.
Frowning, Sadie hurried up the last steps. For the last five months, ever since the kiss, Michael Dano had seemed intent on keeping her buried in busywork—real estate deed and title searches. And when she wasn’t doing that, her father and brother were insisting on her presence at various social functions.
No, Sadie gave herself a mental shake. She was not going to blame Michael Dano or her father or brother for the fact that she hadn’t taken the time to get closer to her sister. There was no one to blame for that except herself.
Pulling the door open, she stepped into the gloom of the vestibule and felt the silence of the church envelop her. Then she heard two gunshots in rapid succession.
AFTER LEAVING A MESSAGE on Nik’s cell, Theo dialed Kit and left the same one. Then he turned his cell phone off for the weekend, strolled onto the porch of the cabin and took his first look at the sea. The tide was coming in, but the water in the little inlet was relatively calm.
The position of the sun in the sky told him that there was about a half an hour left before sunset. Still plenty of time to sit and relax and enjoy the view.
It didn’t surprise Theo that his brothers hadn’t picked up when he’d called them. They would have known the minute they checked the caller ID what he was calling about. He’d made it to their grandfather’s fishing cabin first, so it was his brotherly duty to gloat.
From the time they’d been kids, they’d always raced from their father’s car to the cabin. The winner got the first pick of the lures and poles.
Well, he’d won the race this weekend, but it hadn’t been for the choice of fishing equipment that he’d left his office early. He’d set out to beat the weekend traffic because he’d wanted some time alone before anyone joined him. There was something about being near the sea that helped him to sort things out. Perhaps it would even settle the restlessness that had been plaguing him lately. No—it was more than restlessness. For the first time in his life, he was doubting himself. In the courtroom he was hanging back, second-guessing his instincts.
A joyful bark had him shifting his gaze away from the water. Bob, a neighbor’s dog, was bounding happily toward the cabin. No one was quite sure what Bob’s actual lineage was, but Theo had always suspected that there’d been a Saint Bernard among his ancestors. He opened the door and Bob shot into the cabin. Theo heard his toenails clicking on the floorboards as he raced from room to room.
A moment later, Bob returned to the porch and Theo could have sworn that his expression held reproach.
“Ari is coming with Kit,” he said. “He’ll be here in another couple of hours.” Over the years, Bob and Ari, Kit’s dog, had become friends. Reminding himself that he wanted to have time alone before that joyful canine reunion, Theo strolled into the kitchen. He stored the whole grain bread he’d brought in the pantry and put the selection of cheeses into the refrigerator. When he turned, Bob stepped into his path, sat down and thumped expectantly his tail on the floor.
“Kit’s bringing the stuff you like,” Theo said as he reached into the refrigerator and broke off a chunk of cheese for the dog. His youngest brother always provided the more basic essentials—eggs, bacon, rolls and enough deli meat for an army. Nik, whose cupboard in his apartment was always bare, would bring what he considered essential—beer and junk food.
While Bob made short work of the hunk of cheddar, Theo unpacked the wine he’d brought. There were two dry Italian whites from different regions, a German white and a French chardonnay. All would go well with the fish they would catch this weekend.
Kit was the real fisherman of the family. Even as a kid he’d had their father’s patience and ability. Nik and Theo would throw in their lines, of course; but Nik would spend the majority of the weekend on his boat testing his skills against the wind and waves and what Theo enjoyed most about the cabin was simply being near the water and being with his family.
Bob padded after him into the bedroom and sat ever hopeful as Theo stripped out of his city clothes and hung them neatly on hangers. Noticing the way that Bob was eyeing his Italian loafers, he rescued them and placed them on the closet’s top shelf. After pulling on the well-worn jeans and T-shirt that he kept at the cabin, he strolled barefoot back to the refrigerator, poured a glass of the Italian white and carried it to the porch.
Theo sank into a chair, put his feet up on the railing and crossed his ankles. As he sipped his wine, he reached absently down and ran a hand over Bob’s head. A gull cried out as it swooped close to the water’s surface before soaring into the sky. Far out in the distance, an outboard motor thrummed as a boat moved slowly into the center of the inlet. The driver already had his running lights on in anticipation of the sunset. At Theo’s side, Bob sighed.
Theo could second the sigh. He had a decision to make this weekend. The fact that he wasn’t looking forward to it didn’t mean that he could avoid it any longer. Taking a slow sip of wine, he gazed out at the water. He wasn’t usually indecisive.
His Aunt Cass believed that psychic powers ran in the family and she’d told him once that his own gift was particularly strong. He didn’t see visions the way she did, but from the time he’d been a child, there’d often been occasions when he just knew things. Most of his success in the courtroom had been due to the fact that he’d had a hunch about which strategies to implement. And when it came to making choices, he was usually pretty sure which one to make.
But that had all changed since Sandra Linton. It was that damn most-eligible-bachelor list that had started it all. After that splash of publicity, Sandra had been among the women who’d started attending his trials. His brothers had called them his groupies. Then he’d made the mistake of agreeing to have coffee with her. Why hadn’t he sensed that simple choice would lead to tragedy? For that matter, why hadn’t he sensed that she was disturbed?
For two months the woman had followed him everywhere. Reasoning with her hadn’t helped. Neither had a restraining order. He’d rented a small apartment in town to keep her away from his family and he’d taken to sneaking out the delivery entrance of his office building. He’d even changed his parking lots. Still, she’d eventually tracked him down at his father’s restaurant.
Panic slithered up his spine even now when he thought of it. They’d been in the small lobby of The Poseidon when she’d pulled the gun. His sister, Philly, had been only a few feet away and there’d been customers waiting for tables. He hadn’t needed psychic powers to know what she’d intended to do—the violence, the fury and the despair had been there in her eyes. If he hadn’t been able to convince her to leave…
Taking a sip of his wine, Theo shoved the fear of what might have been out of his mind and focused on the now. Watching the rippling surface of the sea, he repeated the little lecture he’d been giving himself for the last two months. It was high time he put Sandra Linton out of his mind. It was more than time for him to get his balance back.
Perhaps taking the position with Jason Sangerfeld would help him do that. The high-power defense attorney had called him a month ago and offered him a job—a dream job, one that any defense attorney would jump at. If Theo accepted, he would be working second chair with Jason on high-profile cases. The experience would be incredible, the money…well, it would be a lot more than he was making now. The catch was that he’d have to give up his own practice and move to Los Angeles.
Theo knew exactly what his Aunt Cass would say—the Fates were offering him a choice and his decision would make all the difference in his life. The truth was, he’d be a lot quicker about making his decision if he just had some inkling which choice was the right one. But his lucky hunches were leaving him high and dry. He wasn’t sure anymore what the right thing to do was. And he couldn’t help but wonder if this was due to doubting his instincts.
