Название: Innocent 'til Proven Otherwise
Автор: Amy Andrews
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Контркультура
Серия: Mills & Boon Modern Heat
isbn: 9781408972663
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Kat jumped up. ‘I’ll come with you.’
Before either Max or Ali could say no to another the lovebirds were halfway to the bar, Pete’s arm firmly wrapped around Kat’s waist.
And then they were two.
CHAPTER TWO
MAX returned his gaze to Ali, who was looking ready to bolt again. ‘You’re not really a barista, are you?’
Ali huffed out a breath. ‘No. I just work in Kat’s coffee shop.’
Which was the truth. Or a semblance of it anyway. She did work at the River Breeze.
Now.
Come Monday she was going to spend an awful lot of time talking to her very, very good lawyer about what she’d done before that and she had no desire for a preview.
And besides, that part of her life was over.
Max watched Ali fiddle with her straw. She seemed tense and drawn. There was obviously more of a story there. But even more obviously she didn’t want to talk about it.
Which suited him just fine.
He glanced over at the bar where Pete was charming Kat. He looked back at Ali. ‘So,’ he said, trying to lighten the mood. ‘I’m a little out of practice with this. Should I be asking you your star sign or something?’ He even forced a smile to his lips.
Ali glanced at him, startled to think he might actually be serious. His self-deprecating grin allayed that fear immediately even as it did funny things to her pulse. She gave a half-laugh. It was a relief to talk to him without Kat hovering. Without expectations. Knowing that he was also no longer trying to appease his friend.
‘Something like that, I suppose. I think if you really wanted to impress me, though, you’d try and guess.’
Max liked the sound of her voice. It was evenly modulated. A voice for radio. Or for soothing frightened animals. He smiled and played along. ‘Hmm, let me see,’ he said, rubbing at his jaw. ‘Virgo.’
Ali raised an eyebrow. She knew zip about the zodiac but she could play along. ‘Interesting,’ she murmured. ‘And what makes you think that?’
Now he was stuck. Max didn’t have the faintest idea. He’d obviously been out of the game too long. He shrugged and then grinned. Hadn’t he seen the Virgo symbol often depicted as a curly-haired chick? With large breasts?
‘Because you’re a woman?’
Ali held her breath as his dimples lit up. It didn’t hurt that he’d noticed she was a woman either. ‘Is that an answer or a question?’
Max frowned. ‘I’m sorry?’
‘You don’t seem too sure about me being a woman.’
‘Oh no, sorry.’ Max let his gaze drop briefly to the barest hint of cleavage he’d been ignoring since she’d sat opposite. She had some kind of a silky blouse on, which glided interestingly across her chest with the slightest movement.
He returned his eyes to her face. ‘I’m very sure about that.’
Ali blushed. Actually blushed. She could feel her nipples tighten in blatant response to his appraisal and she blushed some more.
Max laughed as her cheeks grew a very cute shade of pink. ‘So did I guess right?’
Ali struggled to clear her head and act cool, as if good-looking men bantered with her every day. She shook her head. ‘Libran, I’m afraid.’
Max snapped his fingers. ‘That was my next guess.’
Ali laughed. ‘Right.’
Max took a swig of his beer, watching her as he tilted his head back. She’d relaxed a little. They both had. ‘Your turn.’
Ali cleared her throat, her gaze fixed on the tanned column of his neck as she absently swished her straw through her drink. Then, when she realised she was staring, she narrowed her eyes and fixed him with a speculative glance.
She knew already of course—it was a no brainer. It had to be Sagittarius. She could picture him stripped to the waist, all planes and muscles, a bow pulled taut, his torso powerful but leashed, ready for action.
Ali swallowed. Was it legal to have such indecent thoughts about a total stranger? Maybe she could ask him for his legal opinion?
Right—as if she could pull off such an obvious flirt.
The sad fact was she just hadn’t been born with the flirt gene. ‘Pisces.’
Max sucked in a breath. Something had been going on behind those serious eyes. Her pupils had dilated and they’d gone almost khaki they’d darkened so much. It took a moment for her words to sink in. Then he laughed.
Ali frowned. ‘What?’
Max grinned. ‘A fish? You think I’m a fish?’
Ali smiled back. Those dimples were really something. And when that smile went all the way to his eyes, it was truly something as well. ‘Fish are … cute,’ she said.
‘They’re cold and slimy and scaly. Seriously,’ he mocked, ‘do I seem any of those?’
No, he didn’t. She’d bet his skin was warm and smooth and that his mouth was hot and sweet. Ali felt her smile shorten as her brain wandered into dangerous territory. They held each other’s gaze and his shortened too as if they’d both remembered simultaneously that this was just pretend flirting.
For show. For the sake of their friends.
Some music started up loudly behind them and Max was pleased for the interruption. He looked at his watch then leaned in closer to be heard. A whiff of rum and strawberries made him want to move closer. ‘How much longer do you think we need to stick around for?’ He indicated the approaching lovebirds. ‘I think we’re just in the way now, don’t you?’
Ali concurred. ‘Most definitely.’
Pete and Kat arrived back to the table carrying more drinks. ‘Here we are,’ Kat announced, placing them on the table as she sat.
Ali looked at the fifth daiquiri and her stomach rebelled. The four previous ones had well and truly hit their mark and she knew another would not be kind to her head in the morning.
‘Ah, no, thanks,’ she said, pushing the offered drink aside. She risked a brief glance at Max, who nodded slightly and she stood. ‘I’m done in. I’m going to go home.’
‘Oh no!’ Kat implored, standing also. ‘Just a little longer.’
‘It’s okay, you stay. I’ll get a taxi home.’
‘No, Ali, I can’t let you get a cab home by yourself.’
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