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elastic bandage around her right ankle. "For Christ's sake, Verity, what happened to you?"

                "I twisted my ankle outside on the deck. If you had asked a few civil questions instead of going for poor Doug's throat with that knife, you would have saved yourself having to apologize."

    "Who's apologizing?"

                "You will soon enough," Verity vowed. She smiled warmly up at Doug, who still stood there, frozen. "I'm so embarrassed about this. Just set me down over there on the couch, will you?"

                "You're sure you're all right here with him?" Doug asked as he put her down carefully. He eyed Jonas warily.

                "Heavens, yes. I'll be fine." The expression on Doug's face alarmed her. She could see Jonas's fat consulting fee slipping rapidly away. "I can't thank you enough for all your help this evening. I don't know what I would have done without you. I'm really sorry about this… " She waved a hand that casually included Jonas and his knife. "Sometimes Jonas overreacts to situations. He's a little high-strung. Impetuous. Leaps to conclusions. You know how these academic types are. But I can assure you that he's quite good in his field of expertise."

                "I see." Doug's eyes were on the knife that Jonas had not yet bothered to put away. "I was assuming that his field of expertise was Renaissance history."

                Verity desperately tried to salvage the situation before Doug convinced himself that Jonas's field of expertise was slitting throats. "I'm sure he'll suit your needs just fine. I can certainly guarantee there won't be any more awkward scenes like this. As his business manager, I'll see to it that he behaves himself."

                "Maybe we'd better discuss this in the morning," Doug said, edging back toward the door. "Laura and Elyssa are out in the car. Wouldn't want to keep them waiting any longer. Pretty cold out there this evening. Nice to meet you, Mr. Quarrel. Hope you had a good, er, business trip. Understand you were out of the country for a while." Doug was nearly at the door. Like any good stockbroker, he kept talking right up until the last second. "Good night, Verity. Take care of that ankle." He pulled the door shut behind him.

    A taut silence fell upon the small room.

                "High-strung?" Jonas finally echoed blandly. "Impetuous?" He tossed the knife into the open duffel bag that lay at the foot of the sofa. His eyes gleamed as he walked forward and loomed over Verity.

                "Well, I had to think of something to explain your cretinous behavior." Verity settled back into a corner of the sofa and met his challenging gaze without flinching. Then she chewed on her lower lip. "Jonas, are you all right?"

                "I was until I got home in time to watch you being carried over the threshold by this year's cover boy for Gentlemen's Quarterly. Practicing for playing bride?"

    "Don't be ridiculous," she retorted tartly. "Where's Dad?"

                "In Rio with Lehigh. Emerson said he needed a vacation. He decided that watching string bikinis and topless bathing suits parading up and down the beach was just the thing to relax a man of his years. I," Jonas added virtuously, "felt obliged to rush straight home to the little woman I just knew would be waiting anxiously for my return."

    Verity ignored that last crack. "Sam Lehigh's all right? The kidnappers turned him over without a fuss?"

                "He's fine. The guys who had him were not the brightest bunch." Jonas ran a hand through his tousled hair. As the tension drained out of his body, his exhaustion became obvious. He stifled a yawn.

    "And Dad?"

    "He's fine too. Nobody who counted got hurt."

    "Nobody who counted! What about the kidnappers?" Verity asked anxiously.

                Jonas regarded her through narrowed eyes. "I said nobody who