He nodded. She watched him walk away and wondered what was going to be harder—being in the same room as Hank, or watching Jon flirt with another woman.
Chapter Eight
Jon accepted a glass of wine with a smile of thanks and leaned against the mantelpiece, watching Maddie. She was across the room, easily chatting with another guest. There was no way anyone would know by simply looking at her that she was terrified.
He sipped his wine and heard her laugh, a sound so warm and free it made him smile. Her hair fell down her back like a river of flame, gleaming brightly whenever she moved. Even with the long, loose, jade-colored shirt hiding her slender figure, she looked good.
As if she felt the weight of his stare, her gaze turned to his. In her expressive gaze he again saw wariness and fear—not of the situation, but of herself.
He frowned and wondered again what her other talent was. He had a feeling her fear was tied to it—as was the memory of death he occasionally saw in her eyes. His gaze flicked to her lips, and he remembered their taste, the warmth of her mouth against his own. He took a long gulp of wine. Such thoughts would only lead him into trouble.
Someone touched his shoulder lightly, and a sweet honeyed scent wafted around him.
He turned his back on Maddie. Even from across the room, he felt her annoyance, even hurt. He had no choice but to ignore it.
"Eleanor," he said, forcing more warmth into his voice than he felt. "What a surprise to see you here."
"Heard you were staying here and thought I'd drop by and say hello," she purred, brushing the thick strands of silken gold away from her face. "Unfortunately, I can't stay for long."
Her nail polish was the color of blood. Appropriate for a hunter like Eleanor. "Another appointment?"
"Business, darling. You know how it is." She screwed up her nose, then took a sip of wine and slowly licked the residual moisture from her ruby-red lips.
It looked like he wasn't the only one with seduction on his mind. He smiled and blatantly ran his gaze down her body. Eleanor had certainly come dressed for the part. Her black dress clung in all the right places and allowed plenty of long, honey-colored legs to be seen. Nice, real nice, but no Maddie.
He drowned the thought with another drink. He hadn't come here to seduce Maddie. It was time he started concentrating on the business at hand.
"We could meet for a drink later, if you like. Get to know each other a little better."
"Oh, I like," she purred, meeting his gaze with a look that was pure heat.
A dinner bell chimed faintly in the adjoining room. "Are you eating?" he asked, offering Eleanor his arm.
She linked her arm through his. "Only main course. Dessert will come later—if you're lucky."
His smile felt tight. As easy as this seduction was turning out to be, it was one he had no real desire for.
And yet, at any other time, it wouldn't have mattered. He too was a hunter, both in spirit and in profession. Sometimes he had no choice but to flirt with a woman to get information vital to his case, whether or not he was attracted to her. Many women seemed to relax their guard once flirtation had moved to kissing, making it that much easier to question them. His gaze flickered across the room until he saw the fiery gleam of her hair. Would Maddie ever drop her guard?
His gaze suddenly narrowed. Hank's dark head was close to Maddie's. Though he'd half expected this to happen, the sight of the man sleazing up next to her annoyed him more than he'd thought it would.
There wasn't a thing he could do to get her away from Hank, though. He had a feeling that Eleanor was the key to everything, and with the lives of the teenagers at stake, she had to be his main concern, not Maddie.
He smiled and pulled a chair out for Eleanor. Some days at the office were definitely tougher than others.
Eleanor's laughter ran softly across the murmur of conversation, a smooth and seductive sound. Maddie gritted her teeth and tried to ignore it. A hard task since Eleanor appeared to be holding court at the far end of the room, with practically every male at the table hanging off each huskily delivered word. Only Hank seemed immune to the woman's all-too-obvious charms.
Maddie scowled down at her plate. Hank sat on her left, his chair too close for comfort. She didn't dare move around too much. Every time she did, their arms or knees brushed. It was an intimacy that left her feeling ill.
Eleanor laughed again. Maddie stabbed a piece of meat on her plate and quickly ate it. Maybe her best course of action was to get away from here as quickly as possible.
"I like a woman who enjoys her meat," Hank said, a suggestive leer touching his thin lips.
Her stomach turned. If she had to put up with another five minutes of this man, he'd quickly learn just how little she was enjoying his company.
"I don't eat it much," she said, glancing at the other end of the table when there was another burst of laughter.
Eleanor had one hand draped over Jon's shoulders, her golden head close to his. They were a good match, she thought, watching the light run through Jon's hair as he laughed softly at something Eleanor said.
Maddie scowled and looked back down at her plate. At least she had an answer for her earlier question. She'd rather sit next to a dozen Hanks than watch Jon with another woman.
She stabbed another piece of meat, then held it up on the fork and glared at it.
"I think it's dead," Hank said, dry amusement in his tone. "As I think the boyfriend might be, if you ever get him back this evening."
She glanced at him, startled that her thoughts were so obvious. "He's not my boyfriend…" she hesitated and felt heat creep through her cheeks when Hank raised an eyebrow. Their act earlier had certainly suggested they were lovers, and she couldn't very well deny it now. "I mean, we're old friends, but no longer an item, as such."
"Both free spirits, hey?"
Maddie shrugged. She'd never been a free spirit where men were concerned. Maybe that was why she'd married Brian. She pushed her plate away, suddenly not hungry any more.
"Odd coincidence that you both happened to be in Taurin Bay at the same time," Hank continued lightly.
"Especially given that you checked into the same inn."
She licked dry lips. "Yes, it is, isn't it?"
"Not married by any chance, are you?"
She smiled grimly. "I was. My husband is dead."
"Oh," Hank murmured. "Sorry to hear that."
He sounds real sorry, too,she thought sarcastically. She listened to him tap his knife lightly against his plate and found herself gritting her teeth again.
"We've had a bit of trouble around these parts, you know," he said after a moment.
Her gaze jerked up to his. His dark eyes were watchful. He was baiting her, she realized, trying to make her give something away. "Really? What sort of trouble?"
"Kids have been disappearing lately. The only link between any of the disappearances was the fact that the families stayed here in Taurin Bay."
She swallowed nervously. How much had been written in the local papers about the missing teenagers?
Was Hank telling her more than he could have found out from the local news?
"Bet that has played havoc with tourist numbers."
Hank smiled, though no humor touched the darkness in his eyes. "It hasn't yet, luckily. It will, if they don't get some results soon, though."
"I'm sure the police are working on it."
"Oh, I'm sure many people are working on it."
He smiled when she looked at him. She was reminded of a vulture hungrily watching its prey.
"Then someone will catch them."
Hank leaned back in his chair and continued to smile lazily at her. "Personally, I doubt it. So many kids disappear every day in this country that it's become an unfashionable crime to pursue."