A Kiss To Remember. Miranda Lee

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       CHAPTER FOUR

      HE TURNED slowly at the sound of the door, moving with that lazy, indolent grace which she remembered oh, so well. There was no man who could mount a horse like Lance. There was no man who looked like him, either.

      Even at thirty-one, Lance was still breathtakingly handsome. The lines around his eyes and mouth did not detract from the brilliance of those beautiful blue eyes, or the sensual appeal of that perfectly sculptured mouth. If anything, they added a very attractive maturity, which Angie preferred to his once almost pretty-boy look.

      His body hadn’t changed, though. Perhaps it would have been better if it had. A few pounds of flab to mar its male perfection might have provided some protection from the way it had always affected her.

      How was it, she wondered caustically as her eyes travelled with an almost resigned fascination over him, that he could look so sexy in an ordinary pair of grey trousers and a simple white shirt?

      A bitter taste invaded her mouth as she recalled the occasion of that unexpected meeting in Sydney, when she’d been flustered and tongue-tied. Angie vowed that this would not be a repeat performance, despite the way her heart was instantly racing.

      Her green eyes stayed cool as they lifted to meet that brilliant blue gaze. ‘Hello, Lance,’ she said casually. ‘Long time, no see.’

      For a few seconds he didn’t reply as he gave her as thorough a once-over as she had given him. It piqued Angie when his expression revealed a degree of surprise, plus something else that she couldn’t quite identify.

      ‘Yes, it is,’ he said slowly. ‘I see you’ve changed somewhat.’

      ‘For the better, I hope,’ came her almost challenging comment as she sneakily moved her glass to cover her left nipple, the one which her hair didn’t reach.

      His smile was wry. ‘Hard to improve on perfection, Angie.’

      He could not have said anything to annoy her more. For it was so insincere! She found a smile as wry as his. ‘You always did know what to say to turn a girl’s head, Lance. But, tell me, what are you doing here? Is Bud expecting you?’

      ‘No.’

      ‘You do realise it’s his birthday today, don’t you?’ she said archly. ‘And that we’re having a party in his honour.’

      ‘Yes, of course. That’s why I came.’

      She frowned down at the bag at his feet. ‘You look like you’re aiming to stay for longer than the party.’

      ‘For a night or two. But only if Bud has room. I can just as easily go to a nearby motel for the night. I have my car.’

      She frowned some more. ‘Are you saying you drove up from Melbourne just because it’s Bud’s birthday?’

      ‘Partly.’

      ‘What does that mean?’

      ‘It means, Angie, my sweet, that my wife and I have agreed to a divorce and I felt the sudden need to get away and see old friends again.’

      Angle congratulated herself on taking this news so nonchalantly. At least on the exterior. ‘You’ve left your wife?’

      ‘Aah, now, I didn’t say that. She left me, actually.’

      ‘Why?’

      His casual air suddenly dropped, irritation flaring. ‘For pity’s sake, Angie, must I stand here answering questions? I’ve just driven all the way from Melbourne. I’m stiff as a board and damned tired. I need a shower and a drink. Your mother wouldn’t have left me languishing on the doorstep like this. She would have given me a big hug and bundled me inside, post-haste.’

      ‘Indeed. Well, I’m not my mother, am I? And I’m more into kissing than hugging. Would you like to kiss me hello, Lance?’ she taunted, thrilling to the foolishnes of her words.

      He stared at her. ‘Are you drunk or something?’

      ‘No.’ But I’d like to be, came the savage thought.

      ‘Then why are you acting like this?’

      ‘Like what?’

      ‘So unlike yourself.’

      She laughed. ‘How would you know what I’m like these days? The only Angie you ever knew was just a kid—a silly, impressionable kid who once thought the sun shone out of you.’

      ‘Well, it’s perfectly clear you don’t any more,’ he muttered testily.

      She could hardly believe her ears. He was actually sounding disappointed that her once obvious hero-worship of him had disappeared.

      ‘Oh, do stop scowling, Lance, and come inside. I’ll go get Bud for you.’

      Bud was as amazed as she was.

      ‘Good God. Lance? Here?’

      ‘His wife’s left him,’ she whispered to her brother.

      ‘Hmm. Doesn’t take too many guesses to work out why. I always said Lance was never cut out for monogamy.’

      ‘Apparently he drove all the way from Melbourne today because he wanted to celebrate your birthday with you. Says he also wants to stay the night.’

      ‘Well, of course he can stay the night. He’s my friend! Go СКАЧАТЬ