"Joy, Dara - High 02 - High Intensity" - читать интересную книгу автора (Joy Dara)

"The excitement factor."
"Yes, because they're, well, married."
Now there was a premise he could fight with logic.
Not.
Even though he hadn't known her exact reason, he had expected something along these lines. Not only expected itЧhe was prepared for it. He reached into the back pocket of his jeans and slapped several folded papers onto the table.
"What are those?"
"Take a look at them."
Gingerly, Zanita picked them up. Her mouth fell open when she saw what they were. A marriage license and several computer readouts which clearly stated that they were married on today's date at five p.m.!
There was a computer copy of the same license, which stated that their marriage had been witnessed by Judge Jockey and his assistant, Ms. Skootch. There were other sheets which confirmed their marital status; even a
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change of her name to Evans on her Social Security records.
"The program engages tonight," he said softly.
Another woman would have had a conniption fit. Zanita, being Zanita, reacted true to her Zanita way. In other words, she failed to see the forest because she was fascinated by the patterns of the leaves.
A tingle washed over her. She shivered with a reporter's delight at having made a discovery. She gazed up at him, eyes gleaming with awe, and reverently said the very last thing he expected. "You're a hacker!"
He rubbed his ear in embarrassment. "Ahhh ... no, no, I'm not."
Zanita raised a skeptical brow, not even deigning to give the denial a whiff of belief. "This is incredible! You know, I suspected when you got those LaLeche files from the FBI, but this! How did you get the marriage license and the other documents? It all looks genuine."
"It is."
Now she frowned at him.
"Well... in one sense. I did this as an experiment, baby."
"What kind of experiment?" she asked warily. Zanita was very familiar with the Doc's experiments.
He held up his hand to forestall her objection.
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"Don't worry, I put in an executable code which will go into effect in five days. It undoes all this."
"What?"
"I have five days to prove to you that you are wrong."
"What if I'm not?"
"We go back to the way we are now, and only you and I will know about our marriage. All proof will be wiped clean. But I am positive I can convince you to stay married."
As ideas went, this was a lulu. Zanita was not amused. "So if I win, there is no proof that we are married and we go on as we are?"
"Exactly." He grinned outrageously at her. "Fits your requirements to a tee, baby. Don't you love it?"
Her nostrils flared in rising temper. "Brilliant as usual." She stirred her coffee briskly. "Now tell me why you did such an outrageous thing before I bash your skewed head in!"
His square jaw dropped. "I told you, I can make it all disappear with a few keystrokes. I simply want to prove to you that nothing will change between us. I want to give you a test opportunity to show you that your theory of romance is wrong. That was all I wanted to do."
"But don't you see, Tyber, if I know that we are not really married, it won't work. The excitement will still be there."
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He tried not to cross his eyes. He knew from experience how to deal with his love. "But we will be married, baby. For the next five days, actually four and a half, you will be Mrs. Evans."
"What happens after the five days go by?"
"I put a delete code into the executable ..." He stopped suddenly before he revealed too much. He wasn't called a pirate for nothing. "Let's just say it all goes to the way it should be."
Zanita thought about the strange plan, wondering if it could work. It sounded interesting ... maybe it would work.
Pressing his advantage, Tyber lowered his voice to a sexy purr. "Ill be sure to live up to my part." He smiled lazily at her. "Every chance I get."
Zanita gulped. A Tyber who was even more motivated was sure to be trouble. And she knew for whom. It was a radical experiment; she shouldn't even consider it.
On the other hand, Tyber had been dragging his feet on their next investigation. It was almost as if the man didn't want to investigate the ghost! Since she couldn't imagine anyone not being as excited as she was by the prospect, she brushed the silly thought away.
For whatever reason, Evans was procrastinating.
She drummed her fingertips on the table top.
This might be a good way to get him involved.
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His observations were always right on the mark, and his keen mind was quick to put forward alternative explanations for events that seemed to have no logical explanation. His input was invaluable on these investigations, and she was not about to let him off the hook!
Besides, he was too damn sexy to leave at home.