Aussie Rules. Jill Shalvis

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      “You know exactly what kind of plane this is,” he noted easily. “And how valuable.”

      “Fine,” she granted. “Your toy is bigger than mine, you win. Now you can go.”

      Tossing his head back, he laughed again, and she made no mistake—he was laughing at her.

      Nothing new.

      The first time she’d ever laid eyes on him, he’d been swaggering through the lobby, having arrived in town with his father, Eddie Black, an antique plane restorer and dealer. Tall and teenage rangy, Bo had smiled at Mel and said, “Hello, mate,” and she’d fallen—both figuratively and literally—as hard as her tender sixteen-year-old heart could, tripping over her own two feet, landing in a potted palm, amusing everyone in the lobby but her.

      The second time she’d seen him had been when she’d opened a stock closet to grab something for maintenance, and had found him in there, leaning back against a shelving unit, a pretty blonde customer wrapped around him like a pretzel, straddling his hips. Bo had had his hand beneath her short skirt, doing things Mel had only been able to imagine.

      In fact, she’d done just that for many, many uncomfortably sweaty nights afterward.

      He’d been so cool, so typically laid-back. When she’d only stood there at the storage door, frozen in shock, Bo had lazily lifted his head, eyes heavy and sexy-lidded as he’d smiled that killer smile. “No worries. Just lock the door for me, darlin’?”

      No worries. Right. She’d just lock the door. Only everything inside her head wanted to stay, wanted to beg, “Can I be next?”

      That had so shocked her, the unexpected longing, that she’d lost it.

      Completely.

      Lost.

      It.

      Which was her only explanation for why she’d blindly reached out, grabbed the first thing her fingers closed over—an air filter off a shelf—and…and beaned him on the head with it.

      Not her proudest moment, but she blamed her red hair and the temperament that went with it. Dimi had always been warning her that someday the temper would catch up to the fire in her hair and that she was going to piss off the wrong person.

      Only Bo hadn’t gotten pissed, he’d laughed.

      Laughed.

      Which in turn had made her feel stupid. God, she resented that.

      The last time she’d seen him had been several months later, on the day his thieving, conning father had vanished.

      The day her life had changed forever.

      “Get out,” she said now.

      That sexy little smile still in place, Bo slowly pulled out a folded piece of paper from the breast pocket of his white shirt.

      She tried to read it but he held the document just out of reach, forcing her to lean in. As close as she was now, she could see his eyes weren’t a solid sea green, but flecked with gold specks. This close she could draw in the scent of him—one hundred percent male. This close she could read the paper:

      Quit Deed.

      A quit deed to North Beach. Her stomach dropped. “How did you—”

      “I recently found a box of my father’s things, with a safe deposit box key.” His eyes were no longer smiling. “This was in there.”

      “My God.”

      He nodded curtly. “Yeah, that’s right, Mel. North Beach, and everything in it, is mine. Guess that means you, too.”

      Chapter 2

      Bo watched the very watchable Mel Anderson fume. This involved cinnamon eyes flashing, lush mouth frowning, emotions racing across her face, with fury heading the pack.

      “Sally did not deed the airport over,” she said.

      “Ah, but she did.” Bo rocked back on his heels. Waited.

      Mel crossed her arms over her chest, which was a shame, but the action did plump up her breasts nicely. Even in those coveralls she was quite the unit. Mel had grown up and grown out, in all the right places.

      “You forged this,” she accused.

      Some of his amusement over seeing her again vanished. “Nope.”

      “Prove it.”

      Now the last remnants of friendliness went as well. “How am I supposed to do that, Mel?”

      “I don’t know. But I prefer you do it from far, far away.”

      Given that he’d just found out that his father had been royally screwed right before he’d died, Bo wasn’t going anywhere. “I want to talk to Sally.”

      Mel’s eyes iced over. “She’s not here.”

      “I’ll wait.”

      “I’ll call you.”

      Clearly, she wanted him gone. Too bad for her. “Where is she, Mel?”

      She rolled her lips inward, her eyes suggesting she’d like to see him in hell. Too bad he was already there. But her attitude did give him some pause because he knew bugger well why he was pissed. He just honestly had no clue why she’d be. He’d have thought she’d be a bit more welcoming, actually, even offer to help him out, especially when she heard what he had to say.

      But she did not want to hear anything from him. In fact, she snatched the deed out of his hands, then whirled off.

      “Oh, hell no you don’t.” Entangling his fingers in the back of her coveralls, he tugged her back.

      “Don’t touch me.”

      But he wanted answers, and he wanted them now, so he held good and tight, clearly infuriating her. She was stronger than he remembered, and in the ensuing struggle, her hair fell from its precarious hold, smacking him in the eyes and mouth. She smelled like some complicated mix of shampoo and plane oil, and he shook his head to clear the silky strands from his vision, firmly taking her arms in his hands.

      “Back off,” she snarled, struggling against him in a way that had him enjoying this little tussle far more than he should. “Let go, or I’ll kick your balls into next week.”

      “Easy, now,” he murmured, just barely managing to hold on to her. “I kick back.” Wrapping an arm firmly around her, he held her squirming body close while with utmost care he pried the deed out of her fingers. “I’ll just take this.”

      With a muffled growl, she yanked free of his grasp, the radio and phone at her hip clinking, as well as the various tools she had in her pockets.

      Always prepared, Mel was, and it amused him some that so little had changed. Then he watched her nicely rounded ass as it sashayed off. He took a second СКАЧАТЬ