Falling for Mr. Mysterious. Barbara Hannay
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Название: Falling for Mr. Mysterious
Автор: Barbara Hannay
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
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‘The Gold Coast. But I’m beginning to think it’s a bit too close to home. I prefer more distant settings.’
‘Why? Does your imagination work better at a distance?’
He looked at her with surprise. ‘Yes, I think it does.’ Then he frowned. ‘Are you pretending to be interested, or are you genuinely curious?’
‘I’m genuine. Honestly. Why do you ask?’
Jude shook his head. ‘I was just wondering … I wouldn’t have expected a bank manager to be interested in fiction.’
‘You’re stereotyping,’ she accused with rather more iciness than she actually felt.
‘Yeah. It’s a failing.’ Jude’s unrepentant gaze flickered over her and then swept around the crowded café and the chattering customers gathered in the booths. ‘I know it’s not polite to mention this, but your clothes seem very—or should I say—extremely fashionable. Not quite what I’d expected from a little place like Wandabilla.’
‘Is this another example of your narrow views?’
‘I’m afraid it is.’ He confessed this without a hint of remorse. ‘But I’m genuinely curious. Is it a status thing?’
‘I … I suppose it might be.’ Emily hadn’t been asked this question before, but there were a lot of wealthy farmers who conducted their business at her bank and classy clothes had become her armour. For a young woman to hang on to a position of power, she had to win respect any way she could.
At least, this was what she’d told herself, but she sometimes wondered if her efforts to acquire a perfect career and a perfect wardrobe were compensation for her lack of a perfect relationship.
‘So where do you shop?’ Jude asked. ‘Do you travel to the city?’
‘Not often. I do almost all my shopping online.’ She gave a little laugh. ‘I love the Internet. If I ever give up my current job, I think I’ll develop some kind of business I can run online.’
Thinking about the Internet, however, brought back sickening memories of Michael-slash-Mark.
Emily wasn’t sure how long she sat there, sunk in miserable memories.
Eventually, she heard Jude’s voice.
‘Are you OK?’
He asked this solicitously, just as Alex might have, and she couldn’t help answering honestly. ‘I’m very mad with myself for wasting a whole year on a relationship that was never going anywhere.’
‘It’s not easy to see through a practised conman. They’re usually consummate charmers.’ Jude’s face was surprisingly fierce. ‘My father was like that—having affairs all over the place.’
His hands were clenched into fists on the tabletop. ‘And then my mother punished him by having revenge affairs.’
He looked so upset, Emily stopped thinking about her own worries. She was imagining Jude growing up with unhappy parents. At least her problems hadn’t started until she’d left home.
Their conversation, she realised, had suddenly gone deeper. Jude’s grey eyes were as hard as granite, as if just thinking about his parents changed him completely.
‘Have you ever talked to Alex about this?’ she asked.
Jude looked startled. ‘No.’
‘It’s just that he’s very good at laying ghosts to rest.’
‘Yes, I can imagine he would be.’ Then Jude gave a shake, as if ridding himself of unwanted memories.
They lapsed into silence and Emily finished off her chocolate. ‘I’m sure I have a moustache.’ With an embarrassed smile, she reached for a paper napkin.
‘Here, let me.’
To her surprise, Jude took the napkin from her and dabbed at her upper lip. The pressure of his fingers so close to her mouth felt strangely intimate and he was looking at her with an intensity that stole her breath.
After what felt like an age, he blinked like someone coming out of a trance, then dropped the napkin onto his saucer. ‘What were we talking about?’
Emily’s mind had gone blank. To her dismay, she found herself thinking how attractive he was, and how the message in his grey eyes had made her feel strangely knife-edgy and weightless. And there was a vibe between them, an impossible awareness that was very confusing.
Surely her imagination was playing tricks on her? There must be something wrong with her. After her debacle with Michael, she couldn’t possibly be interested in any man for ages. Right now, a life of celibacy had huge appeal and, anyway, Jude wasn’t even available.
She made a flustered, helpless gesture, hoping to break the strange spell that seemed to have fallen over her, and promptly knocked the pepper pot. Next moment she was sneezing, then floundering in her bag for tissues.
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