Cut And Run
Len Wetherall settled back against the delicate wrought-iron rail in front of the Club Aquarian, enjoying the sunny, cold mid-December afternoon. He was a people watcher, and there was no place better to watch people than New York. Here, for a change, he could do the watching; he wasn't always the one who was watched. He was three inches shy of seven feet tall, an ex-NBA superstar, black, rich, and a man of exquisite taste and enormous respon-sibilities. He knew he didn't blend in on the streets of SoHo any more than he did anywhere else. But here no one gave a damn.
People were moving fast, even for the city. Len watched a pink-haired woman in a raccoon coat swing around the corner, covering some ground. She had on red knit gloves and red vinyl boots, and her mouth was painted bright red. Her eyes—
Len straightened up, buttoning one button of his camel wool overcoat. Her eyes were the darkest emerald green, and he'd recognize them anywhere.
"J.J. Pepper."
When she spotted him, she grinned, her teeth sparkling white against her bright lips. Even in the harsh afternoon light, her eyes were as mysteriously alluring as everything else about her. She came rig ... read full excerpt from Cut and Run ebook
