You got all of this put together in the short time you worked at the hotel?”Hunter looked up from the spread of papers and maps on the kitchen table and found Susannah looking at him through narrowed eyes, as if she was already regretting her decision to play this thing his way. But somewhere in the glittering gray depth of those hazel-tipped eyes, he also saw a hint of grudging admiration that sent an alarming amount of pleasure zinging along his nerve endings.Once her initial agitation had settled down to a simmer, she’d taken a quick shower and changed into a fresh pair of jeans and another one of the sweaters he’d purchased in Barrowville, this time a jewel green, snug-fitting V-neck that hugged her curves like a Ferrari on a mountain switchback and brought out hints of misty green in her soft gray eyes.Everything about her was softer today, as if she’d shrugged off a coat of armor when she’d tossed the bedraggled remains of her business suit into the trash can in the bedroom.
