Against the odds : Raines of Wind Canyon Series, Book 7

This case may prove to be too hot to handle. There's silver out there: Sabrina Eckhart is sure of it. And when she finds the hidden mine on that big piece of West Texas desert, all of her financial problems are solved. That is, if she can find it. The man with the skills she needs is private investigator Alex Justice - a former navy fighter pilot and a current pain in the neck. When mysterious "accidents" start to plague their search, it seems Rina's multi-acre inheritance might be more a curse than a blessing. And yet, there's still something sensual about the heathis arroganceher stubbornnessbeing thrust into each other's arms by danger... But the vultures are circling, and if they don't watch their backs, the relentless desert sun could be the last thing they ever see. "Mr. Justice! Mr. Justice, can you give us a moment of your time'"Sabrina Eckhart stared at the news broadcast on KTRK-TV. She had watched the segment run on an earlier edition, but found herself watching it again.The reporter, a small man with dark hair and a determined expression, hurried to keep up with Alex Justice's long strides as he walked out of the downtown Houston Police Department building. "Mr. Justice!" At the sight of several TV cameras, Alex's steps reluctantly slowed."Everyone in the city is grateful for what you did," the reporter said. "People are calling you a hero. What do you think about that'" The man thrust a microphone into Alex's handsome face. Six two, dark blond hair and blue eyes, always dressed as if he'd just stepped out of a GQ magazine, Alex Justice was an amazing-looking man."I'm a private investigator," Alex said. "I did what I was paid to do-find evidence that would identify the killer of a ten-year-old girl. I was lucky enough to make that happen. There's nothing heroic about it.""It's been said you'll do anything to catch your man. Is that true'"Alex just kept walking. There wasn't a glimpse of the deep dimples bracketing his mouth that Rina remembered so well. She hadn't seen him in more than six months, not since the day her best friend, Sage Du-mont, married Jake Cantrell, one of Alex's best friends.Rina watched him stride away until he disappeared offscreen, then the camera cut to the reporter, who relayed the story of the little girl who had been abducted, sexually abused and murdered three years ago. Ten-year-old Carrie Wiseman's killer had never been found-not until Alex Justice had come up with DNA evidence that directly linked the girl to a neighbor who lived down the street from her home.Two days ago, the neighbor, Edward Bagley, was arrested, which took at least one killer off the streets.As the newscast came to an end, Rina hit the button on the remote, turning off the TV. She crossed her living room to the delicate antique French writing desk in the corner. Her apartment was a mixture of comfortable contemporary furniture and French antiques: rosewood armoires, gilt mirrors and marble-topped tables, many pieces from the sixteenth century.The apartment was softly feminine but not crowded, and it suited her personality perfectly.Reaching down, she picked up the pile of bills from the desk, began to sift through the stack. In the six months since she had last seen the handsome private investigator with the amazing dimples, a lot had changed.She had broken up with her live-in boyfriend, Ryan Gosford, and moved back into her own apartment. She had liked Ryan; she just hadn't loved him, and things were beginning to get sticky.During those months, her finances had dropped sharply. The stock market had taken another dive and this time wiped out the last of the money she had invested in her retirement account. Her job as a stockbroker at Smith Barney Morgan Stanley had become more and more difficult as her clients pulled their money out of the market and put it into gold and silver, real estate bargains and anything else they considered a safer bet than wildly fluctuating stocks.Alex's image popped back into her head as she sorted through the bills-utilities that would start to soar as summer approached and the heat rose into the hundreds in Houston, the tax payment on her mother's small house in Uvalde that Rina had taken over paying several years back; miscellaneous bills just to pay the costs of living in Houston. In a week, the rent would be due on her uptown apartment.At the bottom of the pile was a white nine-by-twelve envelope from Delaney, Dennison and Smith, Attorneys at Law, the contents of which she had examined a dozen times. Papers finalizing an inheritance from her late uncle Walter, the probate settled and the estate officially hers: three thousand acres of dry, barren land in the middle of nowhere-or, more accurately, the middle of somewhere in the West Texas desert.It was probably worthless, as her mother and the rest of her family kept telling her, and yet.The land was the reason she kept thinking of Alex Justice, and seeing him on TV had finally been the catalyst she needed to push her into taking action. Alex was a former navy pilot, a jet jockey with a cocky attitude and an ego that was out of control. Also, like his friend Jake Cantrell and the rest of the men at the Atlas Security office, Alex was a typical macho man who exuded testosterone and buckets of male sexual appeal.He was the kind of man females lusted after.All except Rina. Or at least she did her very best not to.Still, there was one thing about Alex Justice she couldn't deny. The man was good at his job.Beyond that, and for reasons she couldn't completely explain, she trusted him.A knock sounded at the door. It was the moment she had been dreading all morning. The man standing on the porch was wearing an expensive suit, his light brown hair combed straight back. He was in his thirties, a man most women would find attractive, but he looked a little too slick for her."Ms. Eckhart' I'm Nathan Billings. I'm here about the car'""Of course. I've been expecting you, Mr. Billings."He gave her a winning smile. "It's nice to meet you, Ms. Eckhart, and it's just Nate."Rina slung the strap of her handbag over her shoulder. "Fine, just Nate, let's get this done." Walking him outside, she pointed to the little red, two-passenger Mercedes SLK convertible that was her pride and joy. A car she had worked sixty hours a week since she'd started her job as a stockbroker to earn. Six years of hard labor and counting, and now even her car was gone.She handed Nate Billings the keys. "It's all yours. I hope you enjoy the car as much as I have."Billings smiled and looked covetously at the Mercedes. "I'm sure I will." His gaze returned to her, took in her jeans and a lemon-yellow sweater that showed a hint of cleavage. He opened his mouth to pursue a conversation, but Rina impolitely stared down at her wristwatch-not the ladies' Rolex she had sold last month, but a nice, practical Timex-hoping he would get the drift that she wasn't interested.He cleared his throat. "Well, then, thanks" was all he said. She watched him climb into her car and start the powerful engine, a smooth, throaty purr that always made her heart beat faster.She waited until the car drove away, then walked over to the light blue 2007 Toyota Corolla she had purchased last week with most of the money from the sale of the watch. Sliding behind the wheel, she cranked up the much smaller engine and drove out of her apartment complex onto Post Oak Park. From there, she wound her way through the streets till she reached the single-story brick building in the University District that housed Atlas Security.She knew where it was. Jake Cantrell, her best friend's husband, worked there. As she pulled into the lot in front, she spotted Alex Justice's dark blue BMW M3 coupe in one of the parking spaces, a gorgeous car that reminded her how much she had loved driving her flashy red Mercedes and gave her a soft little pang.At least he was there. Hiring him wouldn't be cheap, she knew, but she had the rest of the money from the assets she had liquidated, a little savings left in the bank, and she was willing to take the risk that in the end i This case may prove to be too hot to handle.There's silver out there: Sabrina Eckhart is sure of it. And when she finds the hidden mine on that big piece of West Texas desert, all of her financial problems are solved. That is, if she can find it. The man with the skills she needs is private investigator Alex Justice--a former navy fighter pilot and a current pain in the neck.When mysterious "accidents" start to plague their search, it seems Rina's multi-acre inheritance might be more a curse than a blessing. And yet, there's still something sensual about the heat...his arrogance...her stubbornness...being thrust into each other's arms by danger... But the vultures are circling, and if they don't watch their backs, the relentless desert sun could be the last thing Rina and Alex ever see."Kat Martin is a fast gun when it comes to storytelling, and I love her books." --#1 New York Times bestselling author Linda Lael Miller. This Case May Prove To Be Too Hot To Handle. There's Silver Out There: Sabrina Eckhart Is Sure Of It. And When She Finds The Hidden Mine On That Big Piece Of West Texas Desert, All Of Her Financial Problems Are Solved. That Is, If She Can Find It. The Man With The Skills She Needs Is Private Investigator Alex Justice—a Former Navy Fighter Pilot And A Current Pain In The Neck. When Mysterious Accidents Start To Plague Their Search, It Seems Rina's Multi-acre Inheritance Might Be More A Curse Than A Blessing. And Yet, There's Still Something Sensual About The Heat...his Arrogance...her Stubbornness...being Thrust Into Each Other's Arms By Danger... But The Vultures Are Circling, And If They Don't Watch Their Backs, The Relentless Desert Sun Could Be The Last Thing Rina And Alex Ever See. Kat Martin Is A Fast Gun When It Comes To Storytelling, And I Love Her Books. —#1 New York Times Bestselling Author Linda Lael Miller