Part 157 (1/2)

paused, flas.h.i.+ng that smile as she signed a few autographs. ”The

producers arranged it with your superiors this afternoon.” She slanted a

lo(yk at him under her lashes, then strolled off to her trailer where

she was immediately surrounded by a bevy of a.s.sistants.

Michael stood where he was.

”Kesselring.”

Michael blinked, then focused on the wide, red face of Sergeant Cohen.

”Sergeant?”

”You're to escort Miss Parks home. Until your orders change, you're to

pick her up every morning, drive her to the studio, then accompany her

back to her residence.” Cohen didn't like the arrangement. It was

obvious from the way he bit off the words. Michael thought if the man

hadn't been in uniform, he would have spat on the street.

”Yes, sir.”

”I expect you to conduct yourself in an appropriate manner.”

”Yes, sir.” Michael was careful to keep the grin off his face until

Cohen turned away.

She came out of the trailer thirty minutes later wearing a loose red

jumpsuit cinched at the waist with a studded leather belt. Her scent

flowed with her-a hot, heady fragrance designed to make a man's mouth

water. Her hair was attractively tousled, her eyes hidden behind

oversized sungla.s.ses. She tipped them down to take another long look at

Michael, then waited beside the patrol car until he opened the door for

her.

She gave him the address, then closed her eyes and remained chillingly

silent along the drive. Long before they had reached the gates to her