The Complete Red-Hot And Historical Collection. Kelly Hunter
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Название: The Complete Red-Hot And Historical Collection
Автор: Kelly Hunter
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Исторические любовные романы
Серия: Mills & Boon e-Book Collections
isbn: 9781474084024
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He chuckled. ‘You always were one of those girls.’
‘What’s that supposed to mean?’
‘You’re a check boxes girl. Everything has to fit your criteria or it doesn’t even come up on your radar.’
She tipped her nose up at him. ‘It’s called having standards.’
‘It’s narrow-minded.’ He sipped his coffee, watching as her cheeks coloured. Her lips pursed as she contemplated her response.
‘And I suppose you think it’s better to drift through life unanchored by responsibility or silly things such as priorities or commitments?’
‘You always thought I was such a layabout, didn’t you?’
If only she knew what had brought him to the resort in the first place. Most of the kids working there had been on their gap year, looking for a little fun before hunkering down to study at university. He’d been there because he’d devoted himself entirely to taking care of his sister Lydia after a car accident had stolen her ability to walk.
His mother had pushed him to go, and in truth he’d needed the break—needed some space for himself.
‘It wasn’t just my opinion, Brodie. That’s the kind of guy you are—fun-loving and carefree…’
‘You underestimate me.’ He narrowed his eyes.
‘I didn’t mean it as an insult.’ She sighed and squeezed his hand. ‘We’re different people, that’s all.’
He swallowed. Whatever they had in common, beneath the surface she would never see him as anyone but Brodie the lazy, talk-his-way-into-anything kid at heart. Would she?
‘What are you doing for the rest of the weekend?’ he asked, an idea forming. ‘Do you have to go back to the bar?’
‘Not until Sunday. I think they save the Saturday spot for top-billing dancers.’ She rolled her eyes, as if trying to hide her embarrassment that he’d brought up her crappy job. ‘I was going to hang around in the accommodation there… work on a new routine. That kind of thing.’
‘Stay on the yacht with me. The gang will be back tonight and we can hang out some more.’ He smiled. ‘This would be better than the bar’s accommodation. And safer.’
‘I don’t know if that’s a good idea…’ She sucked on her lower lip, her eyes downcast. ‘I need to focus on dancing right now.’
‘Well, you hardly need practice in that department. I’ve seen you move.’ He reached out and grabbed her hand, wanting to soothe the doubt from her mind. ‘Stay tonight, and if you’re sick of me by the morning then I’ll take you back. No hard feelings.’
‘No hard feelings?’ She looked up at him through curling lashes.
‘None whatsoever.’
‘Okay.’ She nodded. ‘I’ll stay.’
ONCE THEY WERE back in Sydney, and the rest of group had gone their separate ways, Chantal couldn’t help but notice how alone she and Brodie were. Nervous energy crackled through her body, lighting up all her senses as though she were experiencing adrenaline for the first time.
It wasn’t good. She needed to be calm for her audition—she couldn’t stuff it up. If she did then she was fast running out of dance companies and productions to approach. What if she couldn’t find a real job? Would she be stuck working a pole like those other women at the bar? No, she wouldn’t let that happen.
She needed to focus on herself—just herself—no messy emotional entanglements, no betrayal, no disappointment. Just her and the stage.
Closing her eyes, she drew a long breath and held it for a moment before letting the air whoosh out. Breathe in, hold, breathe out. Repeat.
Staying on the yacht with Brodie was a terrible idea—she needed all her focus right now. And Brodie was the kind of guy who could take a woman’s sanity and blow it to smithereens with a single look. He’d done it at Weeping Reef, he’d done it last night, and he would do it again.
But that kiss…
Chantal’s body tingled at the memory. Brodie’s kiss had been exactly what she’d thought kissing would be like as a teenager, before the reality of one too many slobbery guys had shattered the fantasy. Brodie had the kind of kiss that could make a girl’s bones melt.
That’s because he’s had a lot of practice.
‘What’s with the frown?’
Brodie’s voice cut through Chantal’s musings. He stood above her, holding out a hand to help her up from her Lotus Position.
A pair of faded jeans hugged his strong legs and a soft white T-shirt skimmed over the muscles in his shoulders and chest. A leather cuff encircled his right wrist—it looked as though he’d worn it for years. The leather was faded and smooth, and it accentuated the muscles in his arm. But Chantal’s eyes were drawn to the anchor tattoo on the inside of his forearm, as always. She had to resist the urge to reach out and trace it with her fingertip.
‘Where are we going?’ he asked.
‘Huh?’
‘Your audition. Where is it?’
‘Right over there,’ Chantal said, pointing across the Sydney Harbour Bridge. ‘It’s about ten minutes on foot.’
‘Great—let’s go.’ Brodie turned and made his way off the yacht.
‘You don’t need to come with me.’
She grabbed her bag and scrambled after him, her blood pressure shooting up. Having him watch her last night had been humiliating enough. The last thing she needed was for him to witness a more serious rejection today!
‘Don’t you want a little moral support?’
‘No.’ She hitched her dancing bag higher on her shoulder and looked Brodie squarely in the eye. ‘I’ve been doing this on my own for quite a while. I like it that way.’
‘What if I want to watch?’
He said it in such a way that Chantal almost lost her footing on the jetty.
‘You only get to watch when I say so.’
Her blood pulsed hot and fast, flooding her centre with an uncomfortable and entirely distracting throbbing sensation. She didn’t have time to be horny. She had an audition to nail and he was getting in her way.
‘Brodie, I don’t have time to argue.’ She waved him СКАЧАТЬ