The Perfect Distraction. Jessica Bird

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      “What you need is an armed escort.”

      “Yeah.” She smiled. “Someone big. And tough…”

      “You thinking Robocop tough or Arnold tough?”

      “Let’s get into this decade, shall we? Think Wolverine.”

      “Arnold’s better.”

      She smiled. “Are we talking T2 Arnold?”

      “Of course. I wouldn’t want to send you into the sunset with the mean one.”

      Mad laughed, wondering why Sean had never settled down. He was such a nice guy behind those chilly eyes. But every since she’d met him when he’d started working with Value Shop’s management team ten years ago he’d always been single.

      

      While Mad and Sean batted action heroes back and forth, Spike finished his omelet and wiped his mouth. He was stone tired, but very alert.

      God, that dream.

      Sometime early this morning, he’d had a powerhouse of a fantasy about Mad. They’d been on a beach and tangled in each other’s bodies, kissing and stroking and moving. She had been the single most amazing woman he’d ever been with.

      Which was not a surprise.

      As he remembered where they had been and what they’d done in his mind, he had the odd sense that he was being assessed. He looked up.

      Sean was staring at him and the man seemed very serious.

      “What? You want another omelet?” Spike asked.

      Sean looked across the table at Mad and cocked an eyebrow. She shook her head.

      “Go on,” Sean said softly.

      “What?” Spike put his napkin down.

      Sean nodded at Mad, as if urging her on. She cleared her throat.

      “Ah, would you come with me?” she asked. “To my family’s house for Memorial Day weekend? My half brother will be there and there are a couple of parties scheduled. You know, typical holiday stuff.”

      Spike frowned, thinking it was clear she wasn’t looking forward to being with her relatives. So why would she want to add to the burden by bringing a stranger with her?

      Then he thought of the way she’d looked him over when she’d heard he was a French chef. Right, he thought. What better way to get back at her high-flying family than to show up at the house with a roughneck like him?

      Man, this shouldn’t hurt as much as it did, he thought. It really shouldn’t.

      “Not my bag. Sorry.”

      Sean spoke up. “Come on, you’re perfect hero material, buddy.”

      “She’s looking for a freak, not a hero, aren’t you Madeline.” Spike heard a little gasp as he rose from the table, but he ignored the sound as he carried his plate to the sink. “And while I can’t deny I look the part, she needs to find some other fringe element to use. Hey, maybe she could just buy a weirdo of her own. She’s got the cash, I’m sure. And that way, all she has to do is let him out of the closet any time she wants to shake things up.”

      He thought he caught another soft inhale, but he didn’t let it stop him on the way to the door.

      “Have a safe trip to Japan, Sean. I’ll call you. And thanks for the bed.”

      Spike grabbed his jacket out of the closet, slipped it on and got in the elevator. He was through the lobby and out on Park Avenue before he heard his name being shouted. He glanced behind him. Sean was jogging over the pavement in his bare feet. And he was pissed.

      “What the hell did you do that for, Moriarty?” the man demanded, getting right up into Spike’s face.

      “You’re kidding me, right?”

      “Mad did not deserve that potshot.”

      “Oh, but it’s okay for her to want to use me?”

      “I want you to apologize.”

      “Fine. Tell her I’m sorry. Later, Sean.” He turned away, only to find a meaty hand clamped on his forearm. He looked down and then met his friend in the eye. “Do us both a favor and let go, buddy.”

      Sean cursed, then dropped the hold and used his palm to rub his face. “Look, Spike, she didn’t mean it like that.”

      “Just like she didn’t mean that crack about me being a chef?”

      “Of course she didn’t—”

      “Did you catch the look she gave me? She clearly thinks I’m beneath her. And while that happens to be true, I don’t need to be reminded of the fact.”

      “God damn it…Why are you so touchy around her? You’re not usually like this.”

      Spike shifted his weight from foot to foot and then made himself take a deep breath. His temples were pounding even though he’d only had one glass of vodka the night before.

      “Look, just leave it, okay? But tell her I’m sorry if she’s upset.”

      “I want you to go with her.”

      He shook his head. “Scuse me, Sean, but have we been having two different conversations here? I’ve said I won’t and I mean it.”

      “But you’d be perfect, and no, not to drive her half brother around the bend. It’s just you don’t give a crap about all that social stuff and you won’t be offended by anything Richard says or does to you. And if you went, she wouldn’t be alone.”

      “First of all, Madeline Maguire is not the kind of woman who needs support troops.”

      “When it comes to her family, she does.”

      “Secondly, why doesn’t she call on one of her real friends?”

      “She doesn’t have any.”

      Spike opened his mouth, prepared to go on to his third point, when he actually heard what Sean said. “What?”

      Sean threw up his hands. “Mad’s…She keeps to herself and there are some damn good reasons why she doesn’t trust people. The only folks she’s at all close to are the members of the sailing crew she’s on—”

      “So why doesn’t she ask one of them?”

      “They’re stuck repairing a boat in the Bahamas. Look, there’s some bad stuff going on with her half brother that she’s going to have to deal with. You’d be a great buffer. And maybe something will…happen between you and her.”

      “Whatever.”

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