SERVING TWO MASTERS

"There's no need to be uptight, Charlotte," Detective Randall Harrington said. He managed a smile. "We're on the same page here."

Charlotte appeared to be thinking. On second thoughts, she said, "I'll have some tea."

"Of course."

He disappeared to the dining room across from the sitting room and returned a moment later with a glass of tea. He handed her the cup of sweet tea and tried not to stare at her full sensual lips as she sipped from the steaming glass.

Beautiful was the wrong word for this petite brunette. She was sexy. Painfully sexy. She was creamy skin and velvet softness and quivering vulnerable femininity, every inch of a lady.

The only incongruous note about her was her attitude. Beneath her four-hundred-dollar coat, this woman was cocky to the bone.

She reminded him of his wife, Amelia. Like him, she came from stinking wealth and her advantage in life rubbed off hugely on her personality. It was her cockiness and his inability to stick with her alone that had caused his