Perfect Partners?

Perfect Partners?
C.J. Carmichael

Lindsay Fox and Nathan Fisher couldn't be more different. In fact, she knew after her one-year stint with the NYPD, she'd driven her former partner as crazy as he'd driven her. He was even part of the reason she left the force, although she'd never admit that to him! So she's more than a little surprised when Nathan answers her ad for a new investigator.Working together now they discover a delicious chemistry beneath their differences. Could they actually become more than partners? Then they take on the challenge of an unusual case–one that reminds Lindsay of her own painful past. Her instinct is to push Nathan away. But can she take a bigger risk and let him in?

“Is this your building?”

Nathan asked the question when Lindsay stopped walking.

“Yes. See you tomorrow.” She turned to leave, but Nathan stopped her with a touch on her arm.

“Are you sure you’ll be able to sleep now?”

The concern in his voice brought a slight ache, more like a yearning, to her stomach. “Whether I sleep or not isn’t really your concern.”

“Wow. Still the same prickly Lindsay.”

She wrapped her arms around her body, suddenly aware of the chill in the air. “I’m used to being independent, that’s all.”

“You really believe that?” Nathan gave her a long, considering look. “When we worked together on the police force, I could understand why you kept your distance. I figured you were worried that friendship would lead to something more.”

“Just because we kissed that one time—”

“Hey. It was more than a kiss.” When she wouldn’t look at him, he added, “Even if you won’t admit it.”

Dear Reader,

Two years ago I took my daughter on a trip to New York City for her twentieth birthday. We had a fabulous time—how could we help it? Lorelle fell in love with the city for the first time and I renewed a longtime obsession. I decided then that the next series of books I wrote was going to be set in this most exciting of locations.

But what would the stories be about? Walking by a row of brownstones in the Upper West Side where our hotel was located, I felt inspiration strike. I could almost see the copper plaque with the words “Fox & Fisher Detective Agency” hanging next to one of the painted wooden doors.

And my main characters? Anyone who is familiar with the music and life story of Shelby Lynn will understand the inspiration behind Lindsay Fox. And Nathan, my hero? Well, he was created by me, to be the special, wonderful man that Lindsay needs in her life (even though it takes her a very long time to recognize this).

I hope you enjoy Lindsay and Nathan’s adventures and that you return for The P.I. Contest and Receptionist Under Cover available in February and March 2010. I’m always happy to hear from readers so please contact me through my Web site, www.cjcarmichael.com. Stop by regularly for news about my books and to enter my surprise contests.

Happy reading!

C.J. Carmichael

Perfect Partners?

C.J. Carmichael

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Hard to imagine a more glamorous life than being an accountant, isn’t it? Still, C.J. Carmichael gave up the thrills of income tax forms and double entry bookkeeping when she sold her first book in 1998. She has now written more than twenty-eight novels for Harlequin and invites you to learn more about her books, see photos of her hiking exploits and enter her surprise contests at www.cjcarmichael.com.

With love to my dad, who is dealing with an unexpected turn in the road with strength and courage.

Thanks to Barry Yzereef for entering a contest and allowing me to use his name in this story.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER ONE

Monday morning

THROUGH THE SEMI-TRANSLUCENT glass door, Nathan Fisher could make out the silhouette of the woman who had been his partner at the Twentieth Precinct of the NYPD two years ago. Lindsay Fox had her back to him, her hands assertively posed on her hips as she spoke to someone he couldn’t quite see.

When she’d packed up her desk at the precinct and cleared out her locker, he’d assumed he’d never see her again. She’d made it rather obvious that that would be best. Part of him had agreed. They were just too opposite to work well together—to do anything well together. But a lot of crap had happened since then. His life was in free fall and he no longer presumed to have all the answers.

Lindsay was smart, a woman of action, intuitive, with a keen sense of justice. These things had made her a good policewoman.