The Best Man's Baby. Darcy Maguire

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      She crossed her arms over her chest, glaring up at him, eye to eye, a swell of indignation surging up her body. ‘What is?’

      ‘Not thinking of other people.’

      Her blood heated. ‘You know nothing about me. My entire life is thinking of other people. Twenty-four seven.’ He had a nerve. She baby-sat people’s weddings, co-ordinating hundreds of people, a myriad of details, all for other people. And then there was home, where she barely got two minutes to herself…

      ‘Tell me about it,’ he said softly. ‘All about it. I want to know.’

      She shook her head, clamping her mouth closed. She’d fallen into that one. He had a way of getting people to say things and there was no way she could afford to fall into that trap.

      ‘I’m interested,’ he said softly, slipping his hands into his trouser pockets.

      Skye shook her head. ‘You’re just interested because I was the one person in your life who decided not to play your game.’ She put her hands on her hips. ‘I said no.’

      ‘Other people have said no to me.’

      ‘And gone unscathed?’

      He laughed. ‘Not exactly.’

      A hot ache fired in the pit of her stomach at the deep rumble of his laugh. She lifted her chin and glared at him. ‘Leave me out of your games, Nick,’ she snapped, fighting her body’s traitorous response.

      Anger. Her only strength was in anger. She couldn’t afford to weaken. She shrugged out of her suit jacket and opened the back door, tossing it across the back seat. She couldn’t afford for him to see what was in the back. She jerked backwards and slammed the door.

      ‘They aren’t games, Skye,’ he murmured, reducing the distance between them, looking down into her eyes, at her lips. ‘I’m all grown up now.’

      She stepped back, swallowing the ache in her throat and resisting the urge to moisten her lips and look at his mouth. Memories coursed through her mind and body, of the magic his lips could evoke in her, of what they’d once shared, of how much she’d lost.

      She pressed her legs against the cold steel of the car, grounding herself. ‘That only means you’re more dangerous than ever.’

      ‘Thank you.’ He looked down at her, his face half-shadowed. ‘But I promise I won’t bite. Come to dinner with me.’

      ‘I’m sorry, I can’t.’ She looked at her watch and cringed. ‘I have to get home.’

      ‘Another man?’

      She shook her head. The accusation, and his tone, took her back four years. He hadn’t taken her leaving him well—she’d had no choice but to agree to his assumption. Rejecting him totally and utterly on every level had been the only way to ensure that he wouldn’t come after her. ‘It’s none of your business.’

      ‘I’m trying to make it my business,’ he said softly, his voice deep and velvet-edged.

      ‘Please don’t.’

      ‘You’re telling me that you’re not married, not in a serious relationship, yet you’re refusing me?’ He crossed his arms over his chest. ‘On what grounds?’

      ‘Sanity.’

      ‘Ha!’

      ‘Go back to your tall, lanky models, Nick. Leave me out of it.’ Skye grabbed the door handle.

      He raised an eyebrow. ‘So, you’re intimidated by what you’ve read in the papers?’

      She paused. Darn. She hadn’t meant for him to know how closely she’d been following his life. ‘I’m hardly a model, Nick, and you have to admit they have been your standard fare of late.’

      ‘Agreed, but that’s not because of their looks,’ Nick said carefully, running his gaze over her as though he was cataloguing just how different she was from his blonde bombshells. Maybe that was the point.

      She stared down at the door handle. ‘But they make good trophies hanging off your arm.’ She nearly had enough clippings of him with one pretty woman or another to fill her shoebox—almost as though he was trying to outdo himself, or set a record.

      He stiffened. ‘Well, yes, they do, but it’s more that there’s a mutual understanding that the relationships are superficial.’

      She let go of the door handle and turned and faced him, crossing her arms over her chest. ‘Do you tell them that?’

      He shrugged. ‘Not in so many words.’

      ‘I wouldn’t think any woman would like to think she meant so little to you.’ She rubbed her arms, her body chilling. Had she meant so little to him? ‘You’re a chauvinistic ass, you know that?’

      ‘In my defence, I make sure every woman that comes into my life knows how little I think of commitment and marriage and all that junk.’

      ‘And if she had any argument?’ She knew from experience how clever he was at arguing his point. It was all she could do to keep track of the original dispute and her stance when she’d locked horns with him on one issue or another.

      ‘You didn’t.’

      Skye shook her head. ‘I was young and foolish.’

      ‘You were beautiful. Are beautiful,’ he said softly.

      ‘Save your sweet talk for someone who cares.’

      ‘You don’t?’ He raised his eyebrows, his eyes wide and deep, almost giving him a touch of vulnerability. ‘You don’t think very highly of me, do you?’

      She shook her head, not trusting herself to say anything to that. What could she say? He’d been her world…

      ‘We were good together, Skye.’ Nick’s voice was deep and husky. ‘Remember?’

      She swallowed the lump in her throat and shrugged. ‘But some things aren’t meant to be,’ she said as calmly as she could. She opened the car door and slipped inside.

      He put a hand on the car roof and leant over her. ‘Some things could be worth another shot.’

      She froze, her heart skipping a beat, looking up into his eyes, their brilliant blue colour shining in the light from the car. ‘What are you saying?’

      He shrugged. ‘Come out to dinner with me.’

      She shook her head. She was dreaming. Her wish could never come true. Nick Coburn was driven by his career—nothing else mattered. ‘I told you, I can’t.’

      ‘Tomorrow night, then?’

      She shook her head, fighting every nerve in her body and every dream in her silly head. There was no future with Nick Coburn.

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