Not One Clue (33 page)
“You snooze, you lose.”
The corner of his mouth kicked up a quarter of an inch. “Have you heard from her?”
“No. Ramla’s worried sick, but I think Aalia just needs …” I shrugged, scanning the silvery beauty below me. “Freedom.”
“That what
you
need?”
I brought my attention back to his dark-coffee eyes. “What are you asking, Rivera?”
Our gazes melded for several moments before he shifted his to Laney and Solberg. They looked happy enough to fly, laughing and holding hands as they conversed with their well-wishers.
“You drive me crazy,” Rivera said.
He shifted his gaze back to me. A muscle bunched and loosened in his jaw.
“Stop,” I said, voice dry against the happy couple’s gaiety. “You’re making me giddy.”
“You take too many chances, my old man has the hots for you, and sometimes you act like you don’t have a brain in your head.” His scowl had darkened toward midnight. He drew in a long-suffering breath. “But I think I love you, too,” he said, and pulling me into his arms, he kissed me.
Not One Clue
is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
A Dell Mass Market Original
Copyright © 2010 by Lois Greiman
All rights reserved.
Published in the United States by Dell, an imprint of The Random House Publishing Group, a division of Random House, Inc., New York.
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eISBN: 978-0-440-33922-9
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