Michael Ryan leaned against a Jaguar XJ8 convertible while passengers exited the baggage area at LAX. An attractive blonde, her hair dancing around her shoulders with the same energy as her quick strides, darted ahead of the lagging travelers. She nodded at Michael and smiled before getting into an unmarked police car parked at the curb in front of his Jag. Michael watched her drive away before he turned his attention back toward the terminal.
“You"ll have to move your vehicle, sir,” a voice said from behind. “There"s a five minute parking limit.”
Michael extracted his wallet and opened it for the traffic officer to inspect. The patrolman raised his brows, nodded, and quickly moved on.
“Hey, there,” Lauren said huskily as she suddenly embraced him from behind.
“Lauren, I"ve been worrie
