Australian Affairs: Claimed. Margaret Way

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СКАЧАТЬ very sorry,’ Kitty said. ‘Life can be pretty brutal at times. You must have had a hard time of it.’

      ‘Yeah, you could say that,’ he said, stepping aside for a group of teenagers carrying bodyboards to pass between them.

      ‘What about your sisters?’ Kitty asked when he didn’t offer anything else once they had resumed walking side by side. ‘What do they do?’

      ‘Jen’s a hairdresser,’ he said. ‘She’s saving up to buy her own salon. Rosie works part-time as a teacher’s aide. She’s studying to be a teacher.’

      A small silence passed.

      ‘And your brother?’ Kitty asked.

      His gaze cut to hers. ‘Didn’t Gwen tell you during your little heart-to-heart session? I’m sure she along with everyone else at the hospital has a theory or two on why Robbie’s running amok.’

      ‘I didn’t probe her for information,’ she said. ‘She didn’t know much in any case. She simply told me she sensed that your brother seemed to have some…issues.’

      ‘Issues.’ He gave a harsh laugh. ‘That’s how everyone makes excuses for any sort of bad behaviour today. They’ve got issues. Do you know what bugs me about that? It’s always someone else’s fault. It’s a get out of jail free card. No one has to take responsibility for their own actions any more. There’s always someone else to blame. Bad childhood or bad parenting. Or in my case practically no parenting. I hate that victim mentality that everyone adopts these days. It achieves nothing. You just have to get on with life. There’s no point wishing things were different. You get what you get and you damn well have to deal with it.’

      Kitty walked with him for a few more paces. ‘I guess different people cope with things in different ways,’ she said after a moment. ‘What makes one person stronger makes another one crumble.’

      ‘Yeah, well, I just wish my brother would snap out of this phase of his,’ he said. ‘I’m sick and tired of cleaning up his mess.’

      ‘You sound just like a concerned parent,’ she said. ‘At least you’ll have had plenty of practice when it comes to having your own kids.’

      His expression became even more dark and brooding. ‘No way,’ he said. ‘I’m not making that mistake.’

      ‘You don’t want kids?’

      ‘Why would I want kids when I’ve already brought up three?’ he asked.

      ‘Helping to rear your siblings is not the same as having your own children,’ Kitty said.

      He gave a grunt. ‘It is for me,’ he said. ‘I’ve made enough packed lunches to last me a lifetime.’

      ‘Having children is much more than just packed lunches,’ she said.

      ‘Yeah,’ he said. ‘And don’t I know it. The cute chubby cheeks stage is over before you know it. Then it’s suddenly all about spending hours awake at night wondering where they are and who they’re with and what they’re doing. I’m not putting myself through that again. No way.’

      ‘What about marriage?’ she asked. ‘Are you against that too?’

      ‘I’m not against it in principle,’ he said. ‘I have plenty of friends who are married and it seems to work for them. I just don’t think I’m cut out for it. I think I’d get bored with the same person.’

      ‘Maybe you haven’t met the right person yet.’

      He shrugged indifferently. ‘Maybe.’

      They’d walked halfway along the next block when Jake suddenly stopped and turned to look at her. ‘Have you had dinner?’ he asked.

      ‘No, I was just about to get some when I saw you.’

      ‘Have dinner with me.’

      She arched a brow at him. ‘Are you asking or telling me?’

      ‘Are you refusing or accepting?’

      ‘I’m thinking about it.’

      ‘What’s to think about?’ he asked. ‘You’re hungry and you need food.’

      ‘It’s not that simple…’

      ‘Are you worried about the boyfriend back home in Britain?’

      Kitty avoided his penetrating gaze. ‘It has nothing to do with Charles,’ she said. ‘I don’t want people to talk.’

      ‘They’re already talking,’ he said. ‘Besides, what’s one casual dinner going to do?’ He stopped outside a bar and grill restaurant. ‘Is this OK? A friend of mine owns it. He’ll squeeze us in without a booking.’

      Kitty met his impossibly blue gaze with her guarded one. ‘So it’s not a date or anything?’ she asked.

      ‘No,’ he said, giving her a glinting smile. ‘I’d have to pay my sister a thousand bucks if so.’

      Kitty tried not to blush but with little success. ‘So an official date with you usually leads to sex, does it?’

      He held the door of the restaurant open for her. ‘It depends.’

      ‘On what?’

      ‘Chemistry. Animal attraction. Lust.’

      Kitty pursed her lips disapprovingly even though her skin tingled and prickled as his gaze held hers. ‘What about getting to know someone as a person first?’ she asked. ‘Finding common ground, similar values and interests, mutual admiration and respect?’

      His gaze moved from her eyes to her mouth. Something shifted in the pit of her belly as his eyes meshed with hers once more. Their dark glittering intensity triggered a primal response she had no control over. Fluttery fairy-soft footsteps of excitement danced along the floor of her stomach at the thought of him pressing that sinfully sensual mouth against hers, having his arms go around her and crush her to his hard tall frame, feeling his arousal potent and persistent against the yielding softness of her body. She drew in a little shuddering breath, wondering if he could sense how deeply affected she was by him.

      But of course, she thought.

      He was a practised flirt. A charmer—a playboy who loved nothing better than indulging the flesh without the restraints of a formal relationship—a born seducer who loved and left his partners without a second thought.

      Falling in love with him would be the biggest mistake of her life. She knew it and yet there was something about him that drew her inexorably to him. She felt the magnetic force of him even now. The way his gaze tethered her to him, those ocean-blue depths communicating without words the desire that crackled like an electrical current between them.

      ‘I find out just about all I need to know about the other person with the first kiss,’ he said.

      ‘Oh, really?’

      ‘You’d be surprised how much information that reveals.’

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