She Does Know Jack by Donna Michaels Read Free Book Online

overtook
his mouth and spawned a grimace.
    Careful when it
came to women, he knew which ones to avoid. If they looked to him to slay their
dragons or had a need to smother him, he ignored their advances and continued
with his safe, controlled, solitary life. That’s the way he liked it, but not
Matthew. His brother still believed the right woman was out there for him, and
decided this screwball of a show was the perfect way to meet his mate .
    With a
suppressed groan, he leaned against the mantle and surveyed the contestants
again. He’d be damned if he’d allow Matthew to choose unwisely or, worse, end
up dead.
    Captain Jack
“Dodger” Anderson—the nickname his squad had given him due to the number of
bullets he’d dodged during the war—was used to adversity. Capable of surviving
off the land and killing a human in more ways than he cared to admit, he’d been
in many harrowing situations much worse than this. But this mission was
different. It was personal. And he knew it would prove to be his toughest yet.
Solving this case before someone got hurt or the show ended and the culprit got
away would be the ultimate test.
    So far, the damn
cameras hadn’t caught anything useful, neither had old fashioned investigation.
If only the contestants’ rooms had cameras. No doubt they’d have caught the
perpetrator writing the damn threats. But privacy laws prohibited such use,
unless the contestant granted permission. That would be a negatory . Jaw
cracking from his clamping teeth, he acknowledged frustration was his constant
companion.
    He’d thought
working undercover on the home-invasion case with the L.A.P.D. last year had
been tough, and with so many sexy women... He frowned. Actually, that had been
the one and only time he’d ever crossed the line and fraternized with a
suspect.
    Ariel.
    Jack scratched
his temple. Weird. Twice now, in five minutes Ariel had crossed his thoughts.
Must be because a dancer had entered the show.  Images of a mermaid tattoo
flashed through his mind and brought a smile to his lips. Man, that redhead
could dance. She’d had him stretched so thin it was a miracle he hadn’t snapped
in two. Like her thong.
    His body
tightened at the memory of how incredible she’d felt wrapped around him after
he’d entered her dressing room, then subsequently…her. Later on that night,
he’d found one of her decorative seashells lodged in the waistband of his
jeans. The shell now resided in the top drawer of his desk, a little memento of
how incredible sex could be without involving the heart. Still, every so often,
he wondered what’d happened to the French dancer.
    His gaze drifted
to an equally perplexing female.
    Brielle.
    Her brown eyes
pulled him in and played havoc with his pulse while her sexy laughter tickled
his ears and sent a hot spike to his groin. Christ. How could he have such a
similar reaction to a woman the complete opposite of the warm dancer? Brielle
was sassy, with dark eyes, mid-length brown hair, and not quite as thin. No. She
had lush curves that made his mouth water and hands itch to touch and explore…
    He sucked in a
breath and purged the dangerous thoughts. What the hell was wrong with him? The
woman could possibly be demented enough to threaten his brother. And he was
lusting after her. What an idiot. Just because she showed up now didn’t leave
her off the hook. Even though Franco said he’d checked her out and had reassured
him she’d come out clean, Jack wasn’t convinced. No one was above suspicion in
his book. If she was crazy, she could’ve found a way to sneak onto the set
unnoticed and leave the threats. No, Ms. Bennett was very suspicious. Something
wasn’t right about the Sacramento beauty and he intended to find out just what the
hell that something was and deal with it.
    Instinct warned
him Brielle was no clinging vine, either. Hell no. She was much more dangerous.
Like old dynamite wrapped around a hidden claymore, both ready to explode with
the