He sensed her before he saw her. The dangerous mix of high-end
perfume and wealth gave her away. Josh Windsor knew some men
the combination attractive. He sniffed and smelled nothing but
Tucking his pen in his inside suit jacket pocket, he crossed the
marble courthouse hallway to meet Deana Armstrong before she materialized
at his side. She would track him down anyway. Might as well take
the offensive and be done with it.
"Ms. Armstrong." He nodded. "What brings you here?"
"To the fourth floor of the Circuit Court."
She took a step forward and put them less than two feet apart.
Somehow he knew she would say that. "How'd you guess I was
even on Oahu?"
"I flew over to Kauai and went to your office."
As if that was a perfectly normal thing to do. "Of course
"I couldn’t get near the Drug Enforcement Agency. Not
even on the same floor."
"Government buildings are funny like that."
"I also checked your house while I was there."
"You..." Surely he heard that wrong. "Wait, what?"
Nope. Heard it just fine. He ignored her behavior before, wrote
it off as annoying and moved on. Not this time. "Care to explain?"
"Well, it's really a condo." She had the nerve to throw
out an innocent, wide-eyed look.
To shut that down, he leaned in letting her feel the looming presence
of every inch of his six feet. "You actually went to my place
"Do you have another house?"
"Only one of us has a trust fund and owns multiple properties."
Including a sprawling estate on one of the best beaches on Oahu.
That person sure as hell wasn't him.
"What does my housing situation have to do with our conversation?"
She waved her hand in front of her face. "Look, none of this
"Yeah, it kind of does."
"Can we focus on the topic, please?"
Was she trying to annoy him? "Which is what?"
"I heard you were on some sort of leave from your position
with the DEA-"
"Jesus, lady. Is there anything you don't know about my life?"
"-which is why I took the chance of catching you." Her
voice increased in volume from cool to almost booming as she talked
"Keep yelling like that and courthouse security will be all
over you in two seconds." Which, the more he thought about
it, was not a bad way to get out of this conversation.
"My point is that your home address isn’t exactly a
"I guess not to people with detectives on their regular household
payroll." When he fixed every other part of this life, Josh
vowed to fix that as well. Make it so no matter how much money folks
like her waved around, no one would find him unless he wanted to
be found. And right now he didn't. "Did you at least water
the plants while you were at the condo?"
He was impressed she managed to show any emotion.
"I didn't go in," she said. "That would have been
At last, a boundary.