The Love Shack. Christie Ridgway
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Название: The Love Shack

Автор: Christie Ridgway

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Эротическая литература

Серия: Mills & Boon M&B

isbn: 9781472015136

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СКАЧАТЬ Gage. I wouldn’t be so foolish as to...to want you. There’s no way that a woman who looks like this—” she indicated her sweatshirt and wrinkled pants “—would imagine herself with a man like you.”

      And on that undignified note, she dashed from the car.

      * * *

      GAGE TRIED LIGHTENING his expression as he turned toward his sister-in-law-to-be. The scowl he erased was more commonly found on his twin, who had always been the deeper, moodier of the two—at least until Griff had found his Jane. “Wedding stuff going okay?” he asked politely, wrapping his fingers around his beer.

      Griffin laughed at him from across the table on Captain Crow’s deck. “Yeah, you’re so interested in the details.”

      The couple had arrived at Beach House No. 9 an hour ago to take measurements for...something. Okay, Gage had tuned out the particulars, and only tuned back in when they’d suggested a happy-hour visit to the bar up the beach. His mind had been occupied by other things.

      Reaching over, Jane squeezed his hand. “Don’t mind him. Wedding stuff’s going fine. Tell us about your day. What did you do?”

      Gage shrugged. “Went shopping with Skye.”

      “Oh,” Jane said, her forehead creasing. “You’re spending time with her, then?”

      “Some.” Though today’s excursion might be the last occasion. Damn woman made him and his ego both feel like asses for his attempt at discussing that little tug running between them. Had he been wrong about the reciprocal sizzle? He thought not, and if so, then he hadn’t been wrong to address it.

      Skye was his lodestar and his talisman, and he didn’t want to compromise those by infusing sex into their friendly, caring relationship.

      Except, he reminded himself, feeling another scowl coming on, she didn’t seem to care for him all that much. Tipping back his head, he took another sip of beer. His gaze landed on a pretty girl sitting alone at a table not far away. Their gazes met, and a small smile curled the corners of her lips.

      He liked her light brown hair, lifted from her neck in one of those messy updos.

      He liked her V-necked blouse that was low enough to reveal a hint of cleavage.

      He liked the fact that she seemed to like him back, so different from the prickly woman who’d practically stormed from her car after making clear she considered him an arrogant so-and-so.

      Why was she his lodestar again?

      What he needed, much more than that, was a sex star. Okay, it didn’t have to be nearly that stellar. He just needed someone with whom to blunt this horny edge. He acknowledged the pretty lady with a dip of his beer, grinning as her long eyelashes fluttered in a half bashful, half teasing manner.

      Griffin groaned. “Get a room, bro.”

      “Got a room,” Gage said, letting his gaze drift back to his brother. “Gotta get a woman now.”

      “Well, have the decency to wait until Jane and I leave, okay?”

      His brother’s fiancée had that little pucker between her brows again. “I thought you were, uh, spending time with Skye.”

      “That was then.” Now he wanted to forget the annoying, infuriating, insulting female. Your ego is overinflated, Gage.

      Jane’s frown deepened. “But, Skye—”

      “Look, can we not talk about her?” If he had a chance of getting laid, he had to pretend she didn’t exist. The memory of her naked earlobes, her flower-water scent, the way her nose wrinkled when she used that god-awful phrase, the Gage Gorge, was attempting to interfere with the satiation of his very normal, natural, nothing-to-feel-ashamed-about needs. “I’m declaring this table, this whole night as a matter of fact, a Skye-free zone.”

      Griffin and his woman exchanged glances Gage didn’t even try to interpret. Instead, he signaled the waitress for another beer and sent over a whatever-she’s-having to Updo. When his twin and Jane finished their drinks and made their goodbyes, he was gratified to see the pretty stranger get to her feet and approach his table.

      Yeah. Screw the afternoon. The evening was going to end so much damn better for him.

      Several hours later, Gage squinted, trying to bring the hands of his watch into focus. They wouldn’t stay still. Lifting his wrist, he addressed the man standing on the other side of the bar. “Does this say it’s wiggly time?”

      He frowned, because that sounded really idiotic. How much had he had to drink? To clear his head, he sucked in a breath, and a delicate scent he couldn’t forget entered his lungs. “Damn woman,” he groused. “She can’t even leave my air alone.”

      “What’s that?” the bartender asked, stepping closer. “I didn’t hear you, friend.”

      “That’s what we were supposed to be,” he told the man. “Me ’n’ Skye. Friends.”

      Someone slid onto the stool beside his. His head still bent over his watch crystal, he pitched his voice toward the newcomer. “Are you another pretty woman? ’Cuz there were two...no, three sitting there before you.”

      “Is that what you’re waiting for?” a voice said, low.

      “Apparently not,” Gage grumbled, “since I’ve sent three—or was it four?—on their way.”

      “So many,” the person beside him murmured.

      The bartender spoke up, a helpful note in his voice. “It was Ladies’ Night. He kept opening his wallet.”

      “And yet I still couldn’t cinch the deal,” Gage added glumly. With bleary eyes, he stared at the TV screen over the bar. When had Letterman lost so much of his hair? “I must be getting old, too.”

      “Or maybe more discerning.”

      The moralistic tone sent Gage’s head swinging to the side. His mood, already on morose, slid straight to grim when he saw it was Skye on the next-door stool, wearing another of her circus-tent sweatshirts and a pair of jeans. “What the hell are you doing here? I declared you off-limits.”

      “I didn’t get the memo.”

      “Blame me, bud,” the bartender put in. “I knew you were staying in the cove and I called her when I wasn’t sure you were good to drive to your cottage.”

      “I walked here,” Gage said.

      “Okay. But I’m not sure you’re good to walk to your cottage, either.”

      “Of course I...” His voice dropped off. To be honest, he couldn’t feel his toes.

      “Give us a couple of coffees, will you, Tom?” Skye asked. “Black, a little sugar?”

      When the mugs were set in front of them, she picked hers up and gave him a sidelong glance. “I’m off-limits?”

      “In more ways than one,” he muttered, taking his own long swallow of the strong brew. Even if she smelled СКАЧАТЬ