The Complete Red-Hot And Historical Collection. Kelly Hunter

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      Kate followed him, put the red wine on the counter, the white wine and beer in the fridge.

      ‘You can’t just buzz the intercom whenever you feel like it,’ she said, in her Don’t disturb the children voice.

      Scott shrugged. ‘If the intercom annoys you, give me a key.’

      Which, of course, was not the point. ‘I am not giving you a key.’

      Another one of those shrugs of his. ‘Then it’s the intercom.’

      ‘You can’t stay,’ she said. ‘I’m just about to order pizza.’

      ‘I love pizza.’

      ‘Not for you, Scott. You shouldn’t be here. I told you I was babysitting Maeve and Molly tonight.’

      ‘And I emailed you back to say that wasn’t a problem.’

      ‘That wasn’t—? I mean… Huh?’

      ‘Oh,’ he said. ‘Were you trying to tell me not to come? Tsk, tsk, Kate—you have to be more specific, in that case. Lawyers shouldn’t be leaving loopholes. So, to be clear…it’s not a problem that you’re babysitting tonight, which is why I’m here. And, yes, Sunday is fine too.’

      Kate thought back to her email, his reply, acknowledged the ambiguity…but knew very well he was playing her.

      ‘You knew what I meant, Scott. And we’re supposed to negotiate if we have a problem with dates.’

      ‘Okay, let’s negotiate.’

      She closed her eyes, took a deep breath. Opened her eyes to find him looking all woebegone.

      ‘Don’t you like me any more?’ he asked.

      She stared at him as laughter and frustration warred inside her. ‘No.’

      ‘But why?’

      ‘Because you’re—’ She broke off, laughed because she just couldn’t help it, damn him. ‘Just because. And I hope you like entertaining children—because that’s the only action you’re getting tonight. I can’t—won’t—leave two little girls eating pizza while you and I go for a quickie in the bedroom.’

      He leaned in close, snatched a kiss. ‘One—that’s just a kiss, not a proposal of marriage, so don’t complain. Two—I’m not asking you for a quickie in the bedroom while the girls eat pizza. And three—it won’t be quick; it will be nice and slow…after Maeve and Molly’s parents have picked them up.’

      One more rapid-fire kiss.

      ‘You really have the most sensational mouth in the world.’ Another kiss—quick and scorching. ‘And make mine pepperoni.’

      He had the nerve to laugh at the tortured look on her face.

      ‘What? Is it the money? I’ll pay you half, as per our contract, if that’s what’s worrying you. Honestly—you lawyers are so tight!’

      And with that, he liberated three red foil-wrapped chocolate hearts from the paper bag and presented one to her. ‘Happy Valentine’s Day.’

      And there she went—crumbling. ‘Oh, you…you know it’s Valentine’s Day?’

      ‘Well, yeeeaah! Multiple cards. Even one present—a cute little cat o’ nine tails from Anais that you and I will not be trying out. But nothing—nada!—from you. And, Kate, I’m warning you—if you haven’t had the common decency to buy me a chocolate or a cupcake or at the very least a soppy card, I’m eating half of that chocolate heart.’ Quick unholy grin. ‘And I’ll take mine molten…off your tummy.’

      And with that gobsmacking pronouncement, Scott swaggered into the living room while the last of her resistance disintegrated.

      ‘Which one’s Maeve and which one’s Molly?’ he asked. ‘No, don’t tell me. My friend Willa told me Maeve is seven, so that would be…you.’ He pointed to Molly, who giggled. He did an over-the-top double-take. ‘Not you?’

      Head-shake from Molly.

      ‘I’m Maeve,’ Maeve said, and Scott plonked himself down on the rug and leaned back against the couch next to her.

      ‘Okay—will you be my Valentine?’ he asked and handed over one of the hearts.

      Her eyes lit as she shyly took the heart and nodded.

      ‘Ohhhhh!’ That came from the rug. ‘What about me?’

      Scott nodded sagely at Molly. ‘Well, it just so happens I’m in the market for two Valentines tonight.’ He produced the other chocolate heart and a beaming Molly came over for long enough to take it from him and give him a sweet little hug before she resettled on the rug.

      He turned to Maeve. ‘So, Maeve, what’s so interesting?’

      Maeve flashed her book’s cover.

      ‘Ah, you’re going to be a chef,’ he said.

      Maeve nodded, still shy.

      ‘I’m not bad in the kitchen myself,’ Scott said, and proceeded to talk about biscuits.

      Biscuits? That was just so…random. Biscuits! And chocolate hearts on Valentine’s Day. And asking Willa about the girls. Kate didn’t know what to make of it all. What to make of him.

      Unless it was that he was completely irresistible.

      She called for pizza, then set the dining table, while Scott charmed her nieces—looking absolutely nothing like a confirmed bachelor as he did it.

      The man knew his baking. The pros and cons of shortbread, ginger snaps, honey jumbles, chocolate chip cookies and macaroons were all discussed at length. And the absolute deliciousness of…what?…whoopie pies?…was being extolled? Kate had never heard of a whoopie pie.

      ‘They’re like little chocolate cookie sandwiches, with a creamy filling,’ Scott explained to Maeve—who’d never heard of them either. ‘Next time you’re here, we’ll bake them together.’

      ‘Can I bake too?’ Molly asked.

      ‘You sure can. Three of us can make three times the pies! What have you got there, Molly?’

      In no time Scott was lying next to Molly on the floor, having the picture explained to him. Maeve abandoned her book to lie on Scott’s other side.

      Scott gave a bit of improvement advice, explaining that it was his job to design houses, and as Kate paid for the pizzas she heard the girls asking him to redraw the house for them.

      ‘I’d be honoured,’ Scott said, and then got to his feet and helped the girls up. ‘But first—pizza!’

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