Red-Hot Summer. Kelly Hunter

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СКАЧАТЬ Boat shoes, jeans, pale blue shirt with the sleeves casually rolled up to the elbows. And a tattoo—an anchor—on the underside of one forearm.

      Scott remembered that tattoo. He’d been impressed by it. And a little bit jealous. Because Knights didn’t get tattoos—and yet when he’d seen Brodie’s he’d wanted to be the kind of guy who did. Not that he couldn’t have had one—then or now. But deep down he’d always known it wasn’t his thing. It was the rebelliousness of a tattoo that had appealed to him, not the reality of ink in his skin. Everything about breezy, laidback Brodie had appealed to Scott—who was the exact opposite.

      He knew the instant Brodie recognised him from the slight hitch in his stride. The sunglasses were whipped off, the eyes widened, a smile started…then stopped. Replaced by wariness. Then the sunglasses were shoved into the pocket of his shirt—Brodie was not the kind of guy to hide behind sunglasses or anything else—and Brodie walked on, heading straight for them. He stopped at their table.

      ‘Scott,’ he said.

      ‘Brodie.’

      Okay, it was all a bit ridiculous. Scott. Brodie. Kate would be coughing up her name in a minute. Maybe the barista would pop out and give them a Dean.

      Scott laughed—couldn’t seem to help it. And he had the satisfaction of seeing surprise replace the wariness. It felt good.

      ‘Join us for coffee?’ he asked.

      ‘Sure,’ Brodie said, recovering from the surprise, and snagged a spare seat from the next table.

      Kate reached out a hand to shake. ‘I’m Kate. A…’ Tiny, tiny pause. ‘A friend of Scott’s.’

      Brodie smiled as he took her hand, said nothing—but Kate blushed.

      She flicked a glance at Scott, then back to Brodie. ‘I’m a friend of Willa’s too. And Amy’s.’

      ‘Ah, you’re that Kate.’

      ‘Oh, dear, you’re not going to make a lawyer joke, are you?’

      ‘Fresh out of lawyer jokes, sorry!’

      ‘Well, isn’t that a breath of fresh air?’ she said with another of those flicking looks. At Scott, then Brodie.

      Scott felt the sting. So he’d made one lawyer joke—just once! That didn’t put him ahead of Dirty Martini Barnaby in the woeful pick-up line competition, did it?

      ‘I’ll go and get the coffee,’ Kate said. ‘What’ll it be, Brodie?’

      ‘Black. Same as Scott.’

      Nod. Smile. And she was off.

      ‘Girlfriend?’ Brodie asked, once Kate was out of earshot.

      Scott crossed his arms over his chest. Shook his head. ‘Nothing like that.’

      Pause. A long one.

      Okay—they were back to ridiculous.

      Time to suck it up and move on.

      ‘Are we going to get all girly and talk about things?’ Brodie winced. ‘God, I hope not.’

      ‘Right. Good. Great.’

      Arms were uncrossed. His hand held out. Brodie took it. Shook.

      ‘That’s it?’ Brodie asked.

      ‘Well, let’s see…’ Scott frowned, looking as if he was thinking deeply. ‘We were best friends. A girl who never loved me—a girl I didn’t really love—fell for you. I punched you. You got an attack of nobility and took off. She stayed and was miserable.’ He shrugged. ‘I’d say between the three of us we royally screwed that up. It’s sure felt screwed up for the past eight years, and I’m kind of over everything about it. So, yeah—that’s it. From my perspective at least.’

      ‘I’ve missed you, you know—you bastard.’

      ‘Hey—we’re not getting all girly, remember?’

      Brodie laughed. ‘That’s why I added the “bastard”.’

      ‘Yeah, well, “bastard” doesn’t make it any less girly.’

      ‘Still an uptight control freak, then.’

      ‘And you’re still…what? King of the hair braids?’

      ‘The sisters have outgrown the braids.’ Brodie shuddered, but he was laughing too. ‘Thank God.’

      Slight pause. But not uncomfortable.

      And then the question just came out of Scott’s mouth, as though it was just…time. ‘So, have you seen her?’

      ‘No.’

      ‘Do you want to?’

      Long pause. ‘Eight years,’ Brodie said.

      And somehow Scott understood the world in those two words. ‘Okay, enough said. But just so you know—it wouldn’t bother me. Not any more.’

      Brodie jerked his head backwards towards the cafe counter. ‘Because of Red?’

      Brodie looked over Scott’s shoulder, saw Kate coming towards them with a coffee-laden tray. That rolling walk. So damned sexy.

      He blinked. Swallowed a sigh. Shook his head. ‘That’s just an…arrangement.’

      Kate arrived, distributed the coffee. Sat down. ‘So, how’s the luxury yacht touring business?’ she asked Brodie. ‘In Queensland, right?’

      ‘I should warn you,’ Scott broke in. ‘Kate’s main goal in life is to steal a boat and sail off on an adventure—except she can’t sail.’ He smiled at Kate, expecting her to share the joke. But she merely looked steadily back at him.

      Brodie was smiling at her too, and she did smile at him—and Scott found himself gritting his teeth. A contract. Just a contract—and this is why.

      ‘Well, Kate, I’m down for a couple of weeks,’ Brodie said. ‘I’ll take you sailing. Unless…?’ He glanced at Scott. ‘Are you going to teach her?’

      Scott shook his head quickly. ‘I sold my boat.’ He looked at Kate; she was still smiling at Brodie. Just a contract. ‘She’s all yours.’

      He caught—just—an infinitesimal flinch, the blink of hurt on Kate’s face, and wanted to call the words back. But it was too late. Her smile went megawatt—straight at Brodie. And Scott wanted to claim that wide, gorgeous mouth of hers right there and then, in front of Brodie and everyone else in the vicinity. Screw the no-kissing rule.

      ‘If you’re still here next Saturday, Brodie, I’ll take you up on that,’ Kate said, and then she was tossing back her macchiato—and that had to burn her damned tongue. Not that you could tell from the next blinding smile she beamed at Brodie!

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