The Wedding Gift. Sandra Steffen
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Название: The Wedding Gift
Автор: Sandra Steffen
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Контркультура
Серия: Mills & Boon Cherish
isbn: 9781408902134
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“You even sound like my mother. I hope she paid you in advance.”
Riley seemed accustomed to interference from his mother. It might have annoyed him, but Madeline got the distinct impression it didn’t intimidate him. “I told you,” she said. “She didn’t pay me anything. Are you this distrusting of everyone in the medical field?”
She noticed an easing in his expression and a warming in his eyes, and it occurred to her that he was enjoying himself. Some men puffed up their chests or swaggered in order to be noticed. Riley’s self-confidence was more subtle.
Someone jostled her from behind and a loud whooping sounded from the group at the pool table. Three middle-aged men yelled at the ref on a television mounted on the wall, drinks were plunked down, a blender started. Sitting in this bar in this town of strangers, her elbows on the marred countertop, the heel of one boot hooked over the rung of her stool, she felt a weight lifting.
“I met a friend of yours today,” she said. “Kipp Dawson could use some training in social graces.”
“I’ll let you tell him.”
She shook her head. “I’m pretty sure he threatened me.”
“Kipp threatens everyone.”
She found herself staring at Riley’s mouth. It was broad, the lower lip just full enough to entice a second look. “He told me he has your back.”
“What else did he say?” he asked.
“I won’t repeat it verbatim, but he was very poetic.”
He leaned closer, as if to tell her a secret. “The only time Kipp waxes poetic is when he’s referring to sex.”
Was he flirting with her? Her heart fluttered wildly at the thought. “Just so there’s no confusion,” she said, her beer a few inches from her mouth. “I’m not sleeping with you.”
“Madeline?”
They were nearly shoulder to shoulder now, their bottles raised, gazes locked. “Yes?”
“I didn’t ask you to.” He took his time taking a long drink, set his beer back on the bar, then added, “But I was thinking about it.”
Her beer remained suspended in midair. Her mind remained blank. With two fingers placed gently beneath her chin, Riley closed her mouth for her.
“Once more,” she whispered, her heart hammering in her chest, her gaze still on his.
“Pardon me?”
“That’s my answer.”
“What was the question?” he asked.
“How many more times will my mouth go slack today?”
He didn’t quite smile, but she thought he wanted to. Feeling a curious swooping pull in the pit of her stomach, she raised her beer to her lips and drank it down.
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