hand on the doorknob, she hesitated, debating whether she would go back, give in to the urge to throw herself laughing into his arms and say...yes!
No. Resolute, Amanda pushed open the door. She wasn't about to make it that easy for him. If he wanted her, really wanted her, then he was going to have to work a little harder. When he got it right - if he got it right - she corrected as she shut the door behind her, she would smile, slide her arms around him and say
An arm whipped around her throat and cut off her breath. Instinctively she struggled, throwing both hands up to the barrier to yank and scratch as she fought to drag in the air to scream. Until the hard, cold barrel of a gun pressed against her temple.
"Don't." The voice was only a harsh whisper at her ear. "Be very still, and very quiet, and I won't have to hurt you."
Obediently she let her arms fall limply to her sides, but her mind was speeding. The children were just down the hall. Their safety came first. And Sloan... Sloan could come along at any moment, furiously demanding a showdown.
"That's better." The pressure on her windpipe eased slightly. "If you scream, people are going to get hurt - starting with you. I don't think you want that." She shook her head. "Good. Now - " He swore and tightened his grip again as Sloan bellowed in the corridor.
"Calhoun. I'm not finished with you."
"Be absolutely quiet," the man warned as he dragged her back. "Or I'll kill him."
Amanda shut her eyes and prayed.
Sloan shoved open the door of her room, but it was pitch-dark and silent inside. While he stood in the doorway, swearing, Amanda was pressed back into the corner, knowing the gun was now aimed in Sloan's direction. Her stomach seemed to be packed with ice as she stood, not even daring to breathe, willing him to turn and go. And when he did, when she heard his boots clanging on the stairs, she wondered if she would ever see him again.
"Now that we have a little privacy, we can talk." But the arm stayed around her throat and the gun at her temple. "About the emeralds."
"I don't know where they are."
"Yes. Initially I had trouble believing that, but now I'm sure you don't. So we'll play this a different way. We'll have to move quickly. First the storeroom. I'll take the papers you've yet to sort through. Then, to add a little flare to the trip, we'll fetch Coco's pearls, and a few of the smaller, more portable items."
"You'll never get out of the house."
"You just leave that up to me." There was a faint lilt of pleasure in the voice now, as if he would enjoy the challenge. "Now we're going to move quietly, and very quickly to the storeroom. If you try anything heroic, I'll regret shooting you."
She didn't dare, not with the children so close. But the storeroom, she thought, as she started out with him directly behind her. That was a different matter.
Sloan had left the lights on. The remnants of their picnic were spread over the floor. The air smelled, ever so lightly, of strawberries and champagne.
"Very sweet," Livingston murmured, then shut the door behind them. "It would have been more convenient for me if you had had the seance instead of a tryst" He loosened his hold so that she could step away, but kept his gun level.
Amanda stared at the man she knew as William Livingston. He was all in black with a soft leather pouch worn crosswise over his chest. On his hands were thin surgical gloves. The gun he carried was small, but she didn't doubt it was lethal, not when she looked into his eyes.
"No recriminations, Amanda?" His brow lifted when she said nothing. "I'd hoped you and I could enjoy each other while I was conducting business, but...let's not waste time." From his pouch he pulled out a denim duffel bag. "Just the papers from those boxes there. I'm sure you're too efficient to have filed away anything useful."
She bent to pick up the bag he'd tossed at her. "You've lost your accent."
"It's lost its purpose. Be quick, Amanda." His eyes narrowed as he gestured with the gun. "Very quick."
She began to stuff papers into the bag. He was stealing her history, she thought furiously. Her family. "These won't do you any good."
"I doubt you believe that, or you