Linda Howard - The Cutting Edge

From New York Times bestselling author Linda Howard comes a fan-favorite tale of romantic intrigue

Brett Rutland is the top troubleshooter at Carter Engineering, and he’s used to getting his way. When he’s tasked with cracking an internal embezzlement case, he meets firm accountant Tessa Conway. She’s beautiful and interested, but falling for her will not only test Brett’s control, it may also jeopardize the case—especially since she’s the prime suspect.

The Cutting Edge

Linda Howard

www.millsandboon.co.uk

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Back Cover Text From New York Times bestselling author Linda Howard comes a fan-favorite tale of romantic intrigue Brett Rutland is the top troubleshooter at Carter Engineering, and he’s used to getting his way. When he’s tasked with cracking an internal embezzlement case, he meets firm accountant Tessa Conway. She’s beautiful and interested, but falling for her will not only test Brett’s control, it may also jeopardize the case—especially since she’s the prime suspect.

Title Page The Cutting Edge Linda Howard www.millsandboon.co.uk

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Copyright

“THAT,” SAID BRETT RUTLAND in a quietly appreciative voice, “should be illegal.”

Evan Brady had been watching the young woman who had just walked past them, too, and he could only agree. He’d already been in the Los Angeles office for a week, and he’d seen her several times. “You’ll have to get in line, along with the rest of us,” he advised Brett dryly. “Her social life would make a Philadelphia debutante green with envy.”

A cool, hard smile touched Brett’s lips. “Sorry; I think I’ll cut in and go to the head of the line.”

Evan was a little startled, for he’d never known Brett to become involved with anyone in the company before, and he’d really only been teasing. Still, when a man looked at Teresa Conway, other considerations tended to fly right out of his mind. Then he shrugged. “She doesn’t look like the general idea of a bookkeeper, does she?”

Brett’s dark blue eyes cut sharply to him. “Bookkeeper?”

“And damned good at what she does, too. She has to automatically be considered a suspect.”

Brett nodded, turning his gaze once again to the slim back of the woman and watching until she entered the elevator and he was no longer able to see her. He and Evan were in Los Angeles to quietly investigate the mysterious discrepancy that an internal audit had turned up in the Los Angeles office of Carter Engineering, which was under the corporate umbrella of the Carter-Marshall Group. When Joshua Carter had heard of the possible embezzlement in his base company, he’d been livid, and Joshua Carter in a rage was something to behold, even though he was now pushing seventy. He’d called in his prize troubleshooter to investigate and handle the problem, and he’d instructed Brett to prosecute to the full extent of the law. Nobody stole from Joshua Carter and got away with only dismissal and a slap on the wrist! Bad publicity could go hang, for all he cared.

Brett shared with Joshua Carter the same cold distrust for a thief; he’d worked too hard to achieve his success to feel anything but contempt for anyone who tried to do it the easy way, by stealing the fruit of someone else’s labors. It might take a while, but he and Evan would find the thief, and their handling of the situation would make everyone else in Carter Engineering think twice before they took so much as a pencil home.

Computer theft, by someone who really knew computers, could be a real bitch to track down, but Brett had full confidence in Evan’s skills. There were few other people in the United States who could match Evan’s expertise with a computer. With Evan working on the technical end, and Brett investigating the people, they’d have this wrapped up before the thief even knew they were coming. The cover story that had been given out was that they were in Los Angeles to investigate the feasibility of a new computer system that was being considered. Evan could make that look legitimate for an indefinite length of time.

Brett rubbed his jaw consideringly. “Do you know her name?” he asked Evan in an almost absent manner.

“Every man in this building knows her name,” Evan replied, grinning. “Teresa Conway, but everyone calls her Tessa. She isn’t married; I…uh, pulled her personnel file.”

“Interesting reading?”

“Depends on what you’re looking for. No obvious skeletons in her closet, though.”

“I think I’ll combine business with a little pleasure, and take Miss Conway out to dinner,” Brett drawled. “I’ll pump her for information on the rest of the department; she may know of someone with financial problems, or have noticed any sudden riches.”

“I hate for you to have to work so hard.” Evan lifted his eyebrows sardonically. “I’ll pull night duty for you and take the lady out, so you can get a good night’s rest.”

In admirably succinct language, Brett told him what he could do with his suggestion, and Evan grinned. He was thin and dark and intense, and he’d never suffered from a lack of female companionship. Probably he would have asked Tessa Conway out himself before the assignment was finished, but he’d been too busy and now Brett was stepping in, which meant that no one else would have a chance with her until Brett decided to walk away. Women didn’t deny Brett Rutland; nature had given him a burning sexuality, a rawly demanding virility that drew women like moths to a candle, but his physical appetites were tempered by the icy control of his brain. Evan had never met a man more in control of himself than Brett Rutland.

Joshua Carter couldn’t have picked a better choice than Brett to send in; he was cool, alert, and he didn’t become emotionally involved. Evan had heard it said that Brett Rutland didn’t give a damn about anyone, and on occasion he’d thought that the rumor just might be right. The clarity of Brett’s thought processes was never clouded by sentiment or emotion. He had a guarded personality; he kept his thoughts well hidden, though most people never realized that, because he was so adept in handling them and bending them to his will.

“When we get back from lunch, I want to read her file,” Brett said now. His navy blue eyes were intent, and Evan felt a moment’s pity for Tessa Conway; she didn’t have a chance.

* * *

AS TESSA REENTERED the building after lunch, she smiled at the security guard at the front door, earning an ear-to-ear grin from him and an exasperated snort from Martha “Billie” Billingsley, who worked in the payroll department of Carter Engineering and who was also Tessa’s closest friend.

“You’d flirt with a dead man,” Billie growled.

“I wouldn’t,” Tessa defended herself good-naturedly. “Besides, there’s a difference between flirting and just being friendly.”