Wendy Etherington - Her Private Treasure

Hamilton shook his head. “Sorry. I can’t give Jack that kind of credit.” When her gaze flicked to his, he amended, “Bad guy credit, of course. He’s just not that creative a thinker, not devious enough.”

“Maybe you’re the one who’s not devious enough.”

“Oh, no. I am.”

How did she respond to that? His odd, self-deprecating humor had a darker source, she was sure. Were all those profitable lawsuits becoming mundane?

She knew he’d left his practice in New York City two years ago to settle on Palmer’s Island, where he’d volunteered to be the unpaid staff lawyer to a variety of charities and churches. Up until they’d met, she’d been certain he was behind the scenes building a big case—tort reform be damned—that would bust out on the national scene, sending him around the talk shows and law conferences for some time to come.

But that cold-blooded plan didn’t mesh with the man she’d met—and kissed.

I like to walk on the beach.

She believed those words more than she trusted the evidence she’d seen in her background check.

How far the mighty had fallen indeed.

“You observed Jack taking a payoff,” she said, to get her focus back on the case as she folded the cloth carefully around the diamond and tucked it in her pants pocket. “He could be a middleman with someone more creative pulling the strings.”

“True.”

“Who would have the nerves and the brains around here to smuggle diamonds?”

“I can find out.” A smile stretched across his gorgeous face. “In fact, we both can.”

“Why am I not surprised?” Malina crossed her arms over her chest. “I should be ordering you back to your office and out of my business.”

He slid his fingers down her sweater-covered arm, barely touching but easily reminding her of the intimacies they’d already shared. And the ones likely to come. Need shimmered between them like the glow of the moon overhead. “But you won’t.”

“No.”

“Because you know I won’t listen, or because you know you can use me to solve the case?”

“Both. I assume you already have an idea for finding out about the smuggling?”

“You know me well.”

“You constantly think several steps ahead.” She shrugged. “It’s a trait I recognize.”

He angled his head. “I imagine so. I’ve been invited to a yacht party on Friday night. All the island’s elite crowd will be there, including Jack.”

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