A DASH OF TEMPTATION.
that, but he wasn't giving up. He never gave up, and he had com
fer. The man was very rich and willing to spend any amount of money to find his beloved daughter, the princess, and David loved jobs like that....Jo
hing is that she doesn't want to be found. She is an adult and has the right to go away if she wishes. She is not a prisoner, but I
he had found her one week since he started searching for her...or maybe it was
ayed out a tough street cop, complete with black pants held together with strategically placed Velcro. They came off with only the smallest tug. The guy even had an original leather
onnie Rimmer. She was loitering on the corner beneath the street lamp, holding that large, lumpy bag to her chest and trying to fit in.
ce her. David watched as they approached her. She started to back away, then evidently changed her mind. She nodded a greeting, but it was a wimpy
, more to the point, she was trying to speak to them. She gestured with her hands, her expression earnest. Then one of the men grabbed her and she let loose a startled screech. In the next instant, those huge brown eyes of hers turned his way, demanding that he help her. The little twit was
ay and started forward. The men were obviously drunk. One of them was doing his best to p
e the lady alone." David could see her trembling, could see the paleness of her face in the y
The man who
couldn't get into a brawl-he might literally lose his pants. Not that
immer, and asked sarcastically
throat working co
tumbling drunkenly as he did so. "She already ma
s fine with us. You can't expect a pretty thing like h
slugged the speaker
scrutinizing the Bonnie
wallowed. "W
ith them?" Whisper-soft, his questio
of escape. He couldn't walk away even if she was some girl he just saw a
hands on his hips, his eyebro
e company of th
e so close to her own. Her lips tightened in disa
er that. She was no bigger than a sixteen-year-old sickly kid. The coat she wore practica