If Looks Could Kill by Heather Graham Read Free Book Online Page B

in northern Virginia, near Quantico and the office where he worked most frequently, with a lot of beautiful scenery nearby, as well as museums, theaters and sporting events. But he loved the sun and the things to be done in the sun, swimming, boating, diving, fishing. Maybe staying away had been some self-imposed punishment after Fallon died.
    Nearing her, he arched a dark brow, apparently surprised by—and perhaps wary of—her conversational tone of voice.
    â€œIt’s good to come home,” he said, staring up at the “bungalow.” Jordan Adair’s “Key West shack”—as he referred to it on talk shows—had eight bedrooms and baths, and sat on a patch of man-enhanced private beach. “Not that I would presume to call your father’s house my home,” he said, a small smile curling his lips.
    Madison shrugged. “Well, we were definitely the strangest family in the world. My father and your father used to play at being rivals, now they’re each other’s best friends.” She hesitated, determined to keep a grudging tone from her voice. “I’m sure my father considers this place home for you.”
    â€œThat was quite magnanimous of you.”
    She shrugged. “Well, I’m exhausted. And five-year-olds wake up early.”
    â€œYour daughter is here?”
    â€œYou didn’t know that?”
    He shook his head. “I drove in, dumped my gear in an empty guest room, saw your father briefly—he had one of his Enter at Your Own Risk, Madman Working signs on his door. He said I should go on over and have a few beers, he’d probably show up.”
    â€œHe didn’t mention that the group would be there tonight?”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œSounds like Dad—he also didn’t think to mention to me that you were coming in.”
    Madison turned, walking along the gravel drive that led to the tile path to the house. A few steps brought her to the rustic front door—the place was a mansion with every conceivable luxury on the inside, but the weathered wood exterior made it look like something of a crab house. Kyle followed her inside.
    The foyer led straight through to a massive living room that opened out onto the patio and pool. On either side, the house sprawled out, kitchen and four bedrooms to the right, Jordan’s office and another four bedrooms to the left. Beyond the pool was a separate building that housed a Ping-Pong table, a billiard table and a multitude of games and coin operated machines. Next to it was a storage facility for scuba and fishing equipment. The patio was always lit, so even though the house was darkened, there was plenty of light for the two of them to see one another.
    â€œWell, as I said, welcome back.”
    â€œAnd as I said, I’m sorry.”
    She shrugged. “Apology accepted.” She hesitated. “How long are you down for?”
    â€œI don’t know yet. I have to be in Miami on Monday. From there, it depends on how things go.”
    Miami on Monday.
    Madison felt an instant chill, but she didn’t intend to say anything to Kyle. She didn’t want him asking her what kind of a witch she was again.
    â€œWhat’s going on that you’ve been called down?” she asked casually.
    He shrugged. “You don’t know?”
    She shook her head. “No, I don’t know.” That was the truth. “I don’t see everything, and I don’t control what I see, and I wish to hell that you’d stop treating me like some kind of freak!”
    â€œWhat?” He seemed startled.
    â€œI’m not a freak.”
    He frowned. “I never said you were.”
    â€œWell, you’ve acted like it.”
    He shook his head again. “No…I…No. Madison—it was just a bad time. Hell, I’ve said I’m sorry.”
    â€œYeah, well, welcome home. I guess I’ll see you around.”
    â€œGood-night.”
    He didn’t