Linda Howard - Veil of Night

By Linda Howard

A LADY OF THE WEST

ANGEL CREEK

THE TOUCH OF FIRE

HEART OF FIRE

DREAM MAN

AFTER THE NIGHT

SHADES OF TWILIGHT

SON OF THE MORNING

KILL AND TELL

NOW YOU SEE HER

ALL THE QUEENS MEN

MR. PERFECT

OPEN SEASON

DYING TO PLEASE

CRY NO MORE

KISS ME WHILE I SLEEP

TO DIE FOR

KILLING TIME

COVER OF NIGHT

DROP DEAD GORGEOUS

UP CLOSE AND DANGEROUS

DEATH ANGEL

ICE

By Linda Howard and Linda Winstead Jones

WARRIOR RISING

SIX WEDDINGS IN FIVE DAYS. HOLY SHIT .

All Jaclyn Wilde could think was that her mother, Madelyn, who was her partner in Premier, the events planning firm to hire in the greater Atlanta area if you wanted your guests to be impressed, must have been sipping a couple or twelve champagne martinis when shed accepted so many bookings so close together. It wouldnt have been nearly as bad if the bookings had been anything other than weddings: a party was simple in comparison to a wedding, because they were relatively free of emotional turmoil. A wedding, on the other hand, was fraught with every emotion known to man. It wasnt just the brides; it was the brides mother, the grooms mother, the maid of honor, the bridesmaids, the parents of the flower girl and the ring bearer, the cousins who werent invited to be in the wedding party, what colors to choose, the date, the location, the damn font on the friggin invitations

Jaclyn Wilde, the clerk called, interrupting Jaclyns increasingly stressed and frantic thoughts.

The clerks voice was too cheerful. Didnt she realize it was inappropriate to sound cheerful when you were collecting payments for traffic violations? Maybe it was asking too much that she sound glum, but she could at least sound bored and noncommittal, instead of all but dancing with glee at taking someones money.

Jaclyn stifled her irritation; it stemmed more from the almost impossible workload facing her during the coming week than it did from paying her speeding ticket. Adding to her stress was the fact that because theyd been working so hard, shed forgotten to mail in the money for the speeding ticket, and today was the day it was due, so shed either had to take time off from workthereby increasing the stress by getting behindor have a warrant issued for her arrest. Yeah, that would be a real stress-reducer.

Being late was her fault. If the city of Hopewell, where she lived and where shed received the ticket, had been set up to receive online payments, she could have handled it that way, but it wasnt. She got up, silently forked over the cash, and a minute later was striding down the hall, the speeding ticket already forgotten because that particular item had just been checked off her to-do list.

She glanced down at her watch. She had just enough time to get to her next appointmentCarrie Edwards, a bitch for all seasons, and one of the reasons why six weddings in five days was looming as Mission Impossible. Carries wedding wasnt even one of the six; her wedding wasnt for another month, but Carrie was taking up way too much of their time with her histrionics and constant flip-flopping on decisions. One bridesmaid had already told herCarrie, not Jaclynto go fuck herself, which was a first in Jaclyns experience. Usually, no matter what the bride did, the members of the wedding party would grit their teeth and see it through. Even when they did drop out, theyd make polite excuses. Not this girl; shed let Carrie have it with both barrels, and hadnt minced words.

When the blow-up happened, Jaclyn had stepped out of sight, allowed herself a wide smile and a fist pump, then schooled her expression and returned to try to forestall a hair-pulling, eye-gouging catfight. Shed have loved to see Carrie with a black eye, but business was business.

If she hadnt been so wrapped up in her thoughts she might have been faster on her feet, but when a door suddenly swung outward she was caught by surprise and slammed into the tall, dark-haired, dark-suited man who stepped into the corridor. She gave a short, sharp Oomph! The impact knocked her briefcase from her hand and sent it spinning across the gray-tiled floor. She felt one foot, elegantly shod in three-inch heels, begin to slip, and in panic instinctively grabbed the mans arm to steady herself. Her free arm slipped inside his open jacket and she grabbed a handful of shirt fabric, holding on for dear life. The side of her arm brushed against something very hard, and there was a very brief glimpse of leather before she made the startled identification of holster, followed by gun, then cop. Considering she was in city hall, the conclusion was both logical and inescapable.

The arm she grabbed turned to iron as the man immediately tensed it to hold her weight; he half-turned, his other arm sliding around her waist to catch her. For a brief moment, no more than the second needed for her to catch her balance, she was held firmly against a very warm, very solid, indisputably male body.

He released her the moment she was sure-footed, but he didnt back away. Not immediately, anyway. She blew out a shaky breath. Wow. Whew. Her heartbeat, thrown into high gear thanks to the collision and almost falling, was pounding against her rib cage so hard she could feel the thuds. A spill on the floor of city hall wouldve been par for the course on this perfectly crappy day, but the last thing she needed right now was to break an ankle or something. Even a sprained ankle, at this point, would throw Premier into a time crunch they simply wouldnt be able to handle.

Are you all right, maam?

He bent his head down as he spoke, and his breath, scented with spearmint chewing gum, brushed her temple. His voice was a warm baritone, with a slight rasp that roughened it just enough to take the tone from mellow to something more. She didnt know just what that more was, just that it was thereWait a minute. Had he just called her maam?

Did she look that haggard?

Jaclyn squashed her initial annoyed reaction. The badge he wore explained the maam. Actually, being almost anywhere in the South explained it. He wasnt commenting on her appearance; he was a cop, a civil servant on his best behavior. She blew out another breath, and realized she hadnt yet released her grip on either his arm or his shirt. He couldnt step back, not as long as she clung to him. She forced her fingers to unclench from both shirt and arm, and she took the necessary step back to put some distance between them.

Im fine, she said as she looked up at him. Thanks for catching me. I wasnt paying attention to where I was going. A small part of her brain, the part reserved for hormones and irrational decisions, gave a wolf whistle. Abruptly she felt both overheated and overexcited. Damn, he was fine-looking, in a way that wasnt at all boyish and depended more on strength and an air of competency than it did on regular features. There were boys, and there were men. This was a man. This was a man who had it, that indefinable quality of sex appeal, maturity, and strength all mingled together into a potent whole.