Miss Prim's Greek Island Fling. Michelle Douglas

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СКАЧАТЬ love to. It was what he and Audra did—they sniped at each other. They had ever since she’d been a gangly pre-teen. But he hurt too much to snipe properly. It was taking all his strength to control the nausea curdling his stomach. He glanced at her from beneath his shaggy fringe. Besides, it was no fun sniping at someone with the kind of shadows under their eyes that Audra had.

      He eased back to survey her properly. She was too pale and too thin. He wasn’t used to seeing her vulnerable and frightened.

      Frighteningly efficient? Yes.

      Unsmiling? Yes.

      Openly disapproving of his lifestyle choices? Double yes.

      But pale, vulnerable and afraid? No.

      ‘That bastard really did a number on you, didn’t he, Squirt?’

      Her head reared back and he could’ve bitten his tongue out. ‘Not quite as big a number as that mountain did on you, from all reports.’

      She glanced pointedly at his shoulder and with a start he realised he’d been massaging it. He waved her words away. ‘A temporary setback.’

      She pushed out her chin. ‘Ditto.’

      The fire had receded from her eyes and this time it was he who had to suffer beneath their merciless ice-blue scrutiny. And that was when he realised that all she wore was a pair of thin cotton pyjama bottoms and a singlet top that moulded itself to her form. His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth.

      The problem with Audra was that she was exactly the kind of woman he went after. If he had a type it was the buttoned-up, repressed librarian type, and normally Audra embodied that to a tee. But at the moment she was about as far from that as you could get. She was all blonde sleep-tousled temptation and his skin prickled with an awareness that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

      He had to remind himself that a guy didn’t mess with his best friend’s sister.

      ‘Did the police hurt you?’

      ‘Absolutely not.’ He was admitting nothing.

      She cocked an eyebrow. ‘Finn, it’s obvious you’re in pain.’

      He shrugged and then wished he hadn’t when pain blazed through his shoulder. ‘The cast only came off yesterday.’

      Her gaze moved to his left arm. ‘And instead of resting it, no doubt as your doctors suggested, you jumped on the first plane for Athens, caught the last ferry to Kyanós, grabbed a late dinner in the village and trekked the eight kilometres to the villa.’

      ‘Bingo.’ He’d relished the fresh air and the freedom. For the first two kilometres.

      ‘While carrying a rucksack.’

      Eight weeks ago he’d have been able to carry twice the weight for ten kilometres without breaking a sweat.

      She picked up his glass of half-finished Scotch and strode into the kitchen. As she reached up into a kitchen cupboard her singlet hiked up to expose a band of perfect pale skin that had his gut clenching. She pulled out a packet of aspirin and sent it flying in a perfect arc towards him—he barely needed to move to catch it. And then she lifted his glass to her lips and drained it and stars burst behind his eyelids. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

      She filled it with tap water and set it in front of him. ‘Take two.’

      He did as she ordered because it was easier than arguing with her. And because he hurt all over and it seemed too much trouble to find the heavy-duty painkillers his doctor had prescribed for him and which were currently rolling around in the bottom of his backpack somewhere.

      ‘Which room do you usually use?’

      ‘The one at the top of the stairs.’

      ‘You’re out of luck, buddy.’ She stuck out a hip, and he gulped down more water. ‘That’s the one I’m using.’

      He feigned outrage. ‘But that one has the best view!’ Which was a lie. All the upstairs bedrooms had spectacular views.

      She smirked. ‘I know. First in and all that.’

      He choked down a laugh. That was one of the things he’d always liked about Audra. She’d play along with him...all in the name of one-upmanship, of course.

      ‘Right, which bedroom do you want? There are another three upstairs to choose from.’ She strode around and lifted his bag. She grunted and had to use both hands. ‘Yeah, right—light as a feather.’

      He glanced at her arms. While the rucksack wasn’t exactly light, it wasn’t that heavy. She’d never been a weakling. She’d lost condition. He tried to recall the last time he’d seen her.

      ‘Earth to Finn.’

      He started. ‘I’ll take the one on the ground floor.’ The one behind the kitchen. The only bedroom in the house that didn’t have a sea view. The bedroom furthest away from Audra’s. They wouldn’t even have to share a bathroom if he stayed down here. Which would be for the best.

      He glanced at that singlet top and nodded. Definitely for the best.

      Especially when her eyes softened with spring-rain warmth. ‘Damn, Finn. Do you still hurt that much?’

      He realised then that she thought he didn’t want to tackle the stairs.

      ‘I—’ He pulled in a breath. He didn’t want to tackle the stairs. He’d overdone it today. He didn’t want her to keep looking at him like that either, though. ‘It’s nothing a good night’s sleep won’t fix.’

      Without another word, she strode to the room behind the kitchen and lifted his bag up onto the desk in there. So he wouldn’t have to lift it himself later. Her thoughtfulness touched him. She could be prickly, and she could be mouthy, but she’d never been unkind.

      Which was the reason, if he ever ran into Thomas Farquhar, he’d wring the mongrel’s neck.

      ‘Do you need anything else?’

      The beds in Rupert’s villa were always made up. He employed a cleaner to come in once a week so that the Russel siblings or any close friends could land here and fall into bed with a minimum of fuss. But even if the bed hadn’t been made pride would’ve forbidden him from asking her to make it...or to help him make it.

      He fell into a chair and slanted her a grin—cocky, assured and full of teasing to hide his pain as he pulled his hiking boots off. ‘Well, now, Squirt...’ He lifted a foot in her direction. ‘I could use some help getting my socks off. And then maybe my jeans.’

      As anticipated, her eyes went wide and her cheeks went pink. Without another word, she whirled around and strode from the room.

      At that precise moment his phone started to ring. He glanced at the caller ID and grimaced. ‘Rupert, mate. Sorry about—’

      The phone was summarily taken from him and Finn blinked when Audra lifted it to her ear. Up this close she smelled of coconut and peaches. His mouth watered. Dinner СКАЧАТЬ