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to
get that dress off of you.”
    She felt goose bumps go up her spine
at his provocative suggestion. There were hours yet. They had time. She nodded,
led him up the back stairs where they wouldn’t be noticed. Oddly, though, as
she glanced back to see if the coast was clear, Diamond was standing in the
kitchen doorway, staring at Patrick Mercer with an unaccustomed vehemence. It
stunned her.
    Once inside the frilly pink boudoir,
Angel flung off his jacket, unwrapped his cummerbund and unzipped his trousers.
Then he hiked up Tess’ skirts and yanked her blue panties aside. She moaned as
he slid into her wet flesh, gave herself up to his thrusting without a second
thought. She covered her mouth to keep from screaming as he popped a breast out
of the strapless bodice and caressed it with his steaming hot lips. He backed
her up against a wall, trapped her there while he kissed her and licked her and
spun her into a delicious case of vertigo. The room blurred around her, she
squealed in delight and glorious pleasure, coming like a gush of liquid fire.
Angel growled as he felt it then reciprocated with his own blast of heat. They
moved in a desperate, animal rhythm until there was nothing beyond the few
square feet of space they took up in the world – just them and their cries of
passion and their sweaty, prickling flesh.
    “Damn that was insane!” Angel sighed
as he let her go and fell upon the bed. Tess scooted out of her dress, joined
him. They stared at the teak ceiling, allowing their body temperatures to
resume a calmer level. Tess watched him breathe; impulsively leaned over and
kissed him again.
    “You’re the best, Angel! Or should I
say Mr. Garrett?”
    “Angel is what I want you to call me.
Anthony Garrett is just some name on a credit card.”
    “You mean you actually have a credit
card?”
    “Sure, how do you think I got this
tux, and that slick ride out in the driveway?”
    “Must be some limit on that card!”
she laughed. “But Angel, seriously, are you safe being here like this?”
    “I don’t see why not. If Mercer knows
about me, he hasn’t shown it. Still, I’ve got the feeling something’s up.”
    “What?”
    “I’m not sure exactly.”
    “Angel, how well do you know Diamond
Scott?”
    “Pretty well, I’d say. Why?”
    “When we were coming up here I saw
him staring at Patrick with sheer hatred in his eyes. I’ve never seen Diamond
look like that. He’s about the most carefree, gentle spirit I’ve ever known.
But now I’m wondering if it’s all an act.”
    “You can’t accept anyone on face
value, Tess. The kindest, most beautiful people on the surface can turn out to
be the cruelest underneath it all.”
    “Are you talking about Patrick, or
Gayle?”
    “She was no sweetheart.”
    “She hurt you. I should imagine she
hurt lots of men.”
    “She did. Diamond offered to watch
her. He told me who she was with and how she used them. I told him to stop. I
didn’t want to hear anymore, to know anything about her.”
    “How did he not see what was going on
with Patrick?”
    “He did, the tip of it anyway. He
didn’t know about the beating.”
    “Angel, who else did he see her with?
I mean, if there’s a list they could all be suspects.”
    “I guess that’s true. Well, there was
Mercer and Leonardi …”
    “Jack? You’re kidding?”
    “No, she was thick with him for
awhile. Then there was that lawyer guy, Fielding, and me …”
    “You shouldn’t be on the list.”
    “Why not? I could’ve killed her, once
I found out what she was.”
    “Did you?”
    “What do you think?”
    She peered deep into his eyes; they
were steady, staring straight back into hers with an honesty that was
unmistakable.
    “I know you didn’t. Maybe we should
get all these men in the pool room then badger them somehow until the killer
breaks?”
    “Who are you now, Hercule Poirot? But
I do like the idea of getting them all together, without anybody else around.
Say, the old man never had a