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    A man of secrets [130-4.8]By: Amanda StevensSynopsis:ALL SHE WANTED FOR CHRISTMAS...WAS THE TRUTHNatalie Silver couldn't understand why FBI agent Spencer Bishop washelping her out.But when her ex-husband--Spencer's brother--was found dead in Natalie'sshop, she found herself needing the secretive and seductiveSpencer as much as she had once loved him.The more time Spencer spent with her, and the more clues he unravelled,the closer he came to her own secret. His brother had wanted to takeher six-year-old son from her. Would Spencer feel the same way... ifhe learned her son was also his?LAWMAN There's nothing sexier than the strong arms of the law!Silhouette BOOKSSpencer Bishop was the last person on earth she'd expected or wantedto see... In the years since she'd seen him, Natalie had managed toforget--or at least she told herself she had--how tall he was, howbroad his shoulders were.How masculine he seemed. His green eyes looked darker and deeper thanshe remembered, almost sinister as he held her gaze without wavering.Bishop eyes. Like his brother's. Her ex~ husbandShe gazed up at him, the very sight of him--the memories of him--makingher tremble. I didn't do it," she Whispered. I didn't kill Anthony."He didn't say anything. You think I killed him," she whispered. Justlike the police do." The irony of the situation was devastating.Natalie didn't know which was worse. Being suspected of a murder shehadn't committed, or facing the steely eyes of the man she'd onceloved.Dear Reader,They're rugged, they're strong and they're wanted! Whether sheriff,undercover cop or officer of the court, these men are trained to keepthe peace, to uphold the law. But what happens when they meet the onewoman who gets to know the man behind the badge?These men are on the loose ... and only Silhouette Intrigue brings themto you--one per month in the LAWMAN series. This month meet SpencerBishop, an FBI man who's accustomed to finding out the truth.He's about to learn one truth that he's not quite ready to handle... Wehope you haven't missed a single LAWMAN ... because there's nothingsexier than the strong arms of the law!The EditorsA Man of SecretsSILHOUETTE Intrigue TMDID YOU PURCHASE THIS BOOK WITHOUT A COVER?If you did, you should be aware it is stolen property as it wasreported unsold and destroyed by a retailer. Neither the author northe publisher has received any payment for this book.All the characters in this book have no existence outside theimagination of the author, and have no relation whatsoever to anyonebearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspiredby any individual known or unknown to the author, and all the incidentsare pure invention.All Rights Reserved including the right of reproduction in whole or inpart in any form. This edition is published by arrangement withHarlequin Enterprises H B.V. The text of this publication or any partthereof may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by anymeans, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording,storage in an information retrieval system, or otherwise, without thewritten permission of the publisher.This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way oftrade or otherwise, be. lent, resold, hired out or otherwisecirculated without the prior consent of the publisher in any form ofbinding or cover other than that in which it is published and without asimilar condition including this condition being imposed on thesubsequent purchaser.Silhouette and Colophon are registered trademarks" of Harlequin BooksS.A." used under licence.First published in Great Britain 1997Silhouette Books, Eton House, 18-24 Paradise Road, Richmond, SurreyTW9 I SRMarilyn Medlock Amann 1996ISBN 0 373 22397 846-9712Printed and bound in Great Britain by Mackays of Chatham PLC, Chathamfor my mother, with love.Chapter OneHe was up to something. Natalie Silver twirled her glasses in one handas she tracked her ex-husband's slow progress through her shop onSan Antonio's famed Riverwalk. His presence seemed incongruous in thecheery warmth of Silver Bells, her potpourri-scented Christmasboutique.Christmas music played softly in the background, and tiny white lights,trimming doorways and windows, glowed with subtle magic. But Anthony'spresence reminded Natalie of darker times. Unpleasant times.He picked up an Austrian-crystal snowflake and held it to the light,then laid it aside to admire a hand-carved wooden Christmas tree,meticulously detailed, done by a famous German craftsman. He left thetree and sauntered toward the Belgian angels."What exactly are you looking for?" Natalie finally asked.Anthony looked up and gave her a cool smile. "I'll know it when I seeit." As he lifted his left hand to remove one of the angels from theshelf, the glint of sunlight flashing off his gold watch attractedNatalie's gaze. He wasn't wearing his wedding ring, she noted, feelingmore wary by the moment.He'd been married to his current wife for six years--ever since he andNatalie had divorced--and the sudden absence of his wedding band seemedominous to her somehow."Maybe if you told me who the gift is for, I could help you findsomething," she suggested. Not that she had any particular desire tobe helpful to Anthony--or to any of the Bishops, for that matter--butthe sooner he found what he was looking for, the sooner he woulddepart.Of course, that notion wasn't exactly consoling since when he left, hewould be taking her son with him for the evening. That alone wasenough to fill Natalie with trepidation, but this new attitude ofAnthony's... this new congeniality... He was up to something, allright. Natalie hadn't yet figured out what, but she was very muchafraid it had something to do with her son. In the six years sincetheir divorce, Anthony had shown no interest whatsoever in Kyle, haddone nothing more than have his secretary send the occasional birthdayor Christmas card, along with an obligatory, impersonal check.Even Irene, Kyle's grandmother, had kept her distance, and Natalie hadbegun to hope the Bishops were out of her life for good.But a month ago, out of the blue, Anthony had called her to say hewanted to start spending time with Kyle on a regular basis. SinceAnthony had legal visitation rights and he'd always paid his childsupport on time, there was nothing Natalie could do to prevent him fromseeing her son--no matter how much she might wish to.And besides, she knew Kyle was curious about Anthony.About all the Bishops. Because he was one."The gift is for the mother of one of my clients," Anthony explained."She's very old and her son's been away for quite some time. I want tosend her something that will help brighten her holidays." Natalieslipped on her glasses and scrutinized him again.He looked the same--impeccably dressed in a dark, double-breasted suit,black hair combed straight back from a high forehead winged with heavyeyebrows, green eyes fringed with thick lashes, and a wide, generousmouth that could look either sensuous or cruel, depending on hismood.Natalie had had the misfortune to witness both those moods on occasion,but this new persona--showing fatherly interest, concern for a client'selderly mother--was a side of Anthony she hadn't seen since he hadcaught her on the rebound and swept her off her feet nearly seven yearsago in a whirlwind courtship that had left her breathless; and almostimmediately filled with regrets.Her ex-husband was a master of deception. He could fool most of thepeople most of the time, but he would never again dupe Natalie. She'dbeen taken in once by his lies, by his impersonation of a caring man,but she would never believe him again. Natalie knew too well whatAnthony Bishop was capable of. She walked around the counter and facedhim. "Why don't you tell me what you really want?"He gave her an innocent look. "I don't know what you mean." ."You know exactly what I mean. Why this sudden interest in Kyle?"The dark eyebrows slowly rose. Tm him father. Or had you forgottenthe details of his parentage?""I'm not likely to forget anything concerning my relationship withyou," she said bitterly. "But I can't help wondering why, after allthese years, you suddenly want to be a part of my son's life." "He's aBishop." Natalie's lips tightened but she said nothing.Sunlight silvered the gray at Anthony's temples as he turned to studyher. "Like it or not, Natalie, the boy's my heir. I have certainlegal and moral responsibilities toward him, which I intend to startexercising. You may as well get used to it. In fact, I'd like for himto spend the Christmas holidays with me at Fair Winds." Over my deadbody. Images of her first and only Christmas at the Bishop mansionraced through Natalie's mind. She'd been a new bride--shy, insecure,and still heartbroken from a love affair gone bad. Her marriage toAnthony, who was fifteen years older than she, had been an act ofhaste, an impulsive, desperate decision that she had, even then, begunto regret.But after that week at Fair Winds, the full weight of what she had donehit her. Anthony's cruelty--no longer masked by a warm, caringfacade--his mother's coldness and his sister's bitter resentment ofNatalie had made the holiday season almost unbearable for her thatyear.And through it all, the conspicuous absence of Anthony's youngerbrother, Spencer, the Bishop Natalie had come to hate the most, hadbeen a constant reminder of how stupid she'd been. How gullible.She rubbed her temples now, ... [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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