Terms of Engagement. Ann Major

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СКАЧАТЬ a sip,” he said, his gaze lingering on her lips a second too long. “It would be a pity to miss tasting something so delicious.”

      “You’re right. It’s really quite good.”

      “The best—all the more reason not to miss it. One can’t retrace one’s journey in this life. We must make the most of every moment … because once lost, those moments are gone forever.”

      “Indeed.” Eyeing him, she sipped again. “Funny, I hadn’t thought of you as a philosopher.”

      “You might be surprised by who I really am, if you took the trouble to get to know me.”

      “I doubt it.”

      Every muscle in his handsome face tensed. When his eyes darkened, she wondered if she’d wounded him.

      No. Impossible.

      Her nerves jingled, urging her to consider just one more sip of the truly delicious margarita. What could it hurt? That second sip led to a third, then another and another, each sliding down her throat more easily than the last. She hardly noticed when Quinn moved from his side of the booth to hers, and yet how could she not notice? He didn’t touch her, yet it was thrilling to be so near him, to know that only their clothes separated her thigh from his, to wonder what he would do next.

      His gaze never strayed from her. Focusing on her exclusively, he told her stories about his youth, about the time before his father had died. His father had played ball with him, he said, had taken him hunting and fishing, had helped him with his homework. He stayed off the grim subjects of his parents’ divorce and his father’s death.

      “When school was out for any reason, he always took me to his office. He was determined to instill a work ethic in me.”

      “He sounds like the perfect father,” she said wistfully. “I never seemed to be able to please mine. If he read to me, I fidgeted too much, and he would lose his place and his temper. If he took me fishing, I grew bored or hot and squirmed too much, kicking over the minnow bucket or snapping his line. Once I stood up too fast and turned the boat over.”

      “Maybe I won’t take you fishing.”

      “He always wanted a son, and I didn’t please Mother any better. She thought Jaycee, who loved to dress up and go to parties, was perfect. She still does. Neither of them like what I’m doing with my life.”

      “Well, they’re not in control, are they? No one is, really. And just when we think we are, we usually get struck by a lightning bolt that shows us we’re not,” Quinn said in a silken tone that made her breath quicken. “Like tonight.”

      “What do you mean?”

       “Us.”

      Her gaze fixed on his dimple. “Are you coming on to me?”

      He laid his hand on top of hers. “Would that be so terrible?”

      By the time they’d been seated at their dinner table and had ordered their meal, she’d lost all her fear of him. She was actually enjoying herself.

      Usually, she dated guys who couldn’t afford to take her out to eat very often, so she cooked for them in her apartment. Even though this meal was not a date, it was nice to dine in a pleasant restaurant and be served for a change.

      When Quinn said how sorry he was that they hadn’t met before that afternoon when he’d nearly run her down, she answered truthfully, “I thought you were marrying my sister solely to hurt all of us. I couldn’t condone that.”

      He frowned. “And you love your sister so much, you came to my office today to try to find a way to stop me from marrying her.”

      “I was a fool to admit that to you.”

      “I think you’re sweet, and I admire your honesty. You were right to come. You did me one helluva favor. I’ve been on the wrong course. But I don’t want to talk about Jacinda. I want to talk about you.”

      “But will you think about … not marrying her?”

      When he nodded and said, “Definitely,” in a very convincing manner, she relaxed and took still another sip of her margarita with no more thoughts of how dangerous it might be for her to continue relaxing around him.

      When he reached across the table and wrapped her hand in his warm, blunt fingers, the shock of his touch sent a wave of heat through her whole body. For a second, she entwined her fingers with his and clung as if he were a vital lifeline. Then, when she realized what she was doing, she wrenched her hand free.

      “Why are you so afraid of me, Kira?”

      “You might still marry Jaycee and ruin her life,” she lied.

      “Impossible, now that I’ve met you.”

      Kira’s breath quickened. Dimple or not, he was still the enemy. She had to remember that.

      “Do you really think I’m so callous I could marry your sister when I want you so much?”

      “But what are you going to do about Jaycee?”

      “I told you. She became irrelevant the minute I saw you standing inside my office this afternoon.”

      “She’s beautiful … and blonde.”

      “Yes, but your beauty affects me more. Don’t you know that?”

      She shook her head. “The truth isn’t in you. You only date blondes.”

      “Then it must be time for a change.”

      “I’m going to confess a secret wish. All my life I wished I was blonde … so I’d look more like the rest of my family, especially my mother and my sister. I thought maybe then I’d feel like I belonged.”

      “You are beautiful.”

      “A man like you would say anything …”

      “I’ve never lied to any woman. Don’t you know how incredibly lovely you are? With your shining dark eyes that show your sweet, pure soul every time you look at me and defend your sister? I feel your love for her rushing through you like liquid electricity. You’re graceful. You move like a ballerina. I love the way you feel so intensely and blush when you think I might touch you.”

      “Like a child.”

      “No. Like a responsive, passionate woman. I like that … too much. And your hair … it’s long and soft and shines like chestnut satin. Yet there’s fire in it. I want to run my hands through it.”

      “But we hardly know one another. And I’ve hated you …

      “None of the Murrays have been favorites of mine either … but I’m beginning to see the error of my ways. And I don’t think you hate me as much as you pretend.”

      Kira stared at him, searching his hard face for some sign that he was lying to her, seducing her as he’d seduced all those other women, saying these things because he had some dark agenda. All she saw was warmth and honesty and intense СКАЧАТЬ