The Man Every Woman Wants. Miranda Lee

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      ‘Do you have a boyfriend, Laura?’ he asked abruptly.

      ‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ she retorted. ‘If I had a boyfriend do you think I would be in this damned awful predicament?’

      ‘Having a boyfriend does not equate with your finding Mr Right. But let me rephrase that—are you sleeping with anyone at the moment?’

      Her eyes grew even colder, if that were possible.

      ‘I’m between boyfriends at the moment,’ she said tartly.

      ‘Ah.’

      ‘And what does that mean?’ she demanded to know.

      ‘Ah just means ah.’

      ‘I very much doubt that. You think I’m not capable of getting a boyfriend, don’t you? You think I’m too cold.’

      Wow, he thought, how right you are. But rather fascinatingly frosty. What he wouldn’t give to have the chance to melt some of that ice. Unfortunately, a man could get frostbite trying.

      He’d have to watch himself with her this weekend.

      ‘What I think,’ he said after careful consideration, ‘Is that you’ve been hurt by some man in your past which has given you a jaundiced view of the male sex.’

      The slight widening of her eyes showed him he was on the right track with his analysis of her character.

      ‘Lots of attractive women who’ve been badly treated by men subconsciously do things to make themselves less attractive so that they won’t be hit on. Some change their appearance by putting on weight. Some dress in a manner which hides their femininity. Which I think—’

      The sound of his phone ringing interrupted his spiel.

      ‘Excuse me,’ he said to Laura as he fished the phone out of his jacket pocket and glanced at the identity of the caller.

      Damn. It was Erica.

      CHAPTER FOUR

      LAURA welcomed the interruption. Ryan’s interpretation of her character was too close to the bone for her liking. Because of course he was right. Subconsciously, she knew why she dressed the way she did and acted the way she did. But no man had said as much to her out loud before.

      She didn’t like it. It made her feel vulnerable and weak. A coward, even. Yet she wasn’t a coward—was she?

      The thought tormented her. Alison was always saying that she should give the male sex another chance. But then what would Alison know? She was married to a great guy who was loving and loyal and would never hurt her. She’d never known what it felt like to have one’s heart ripped out, not just by one man, but two. Laura knew she couldn’t afford to open herself to hurt of that kind ever again because if she did, and disaster struck a third time, she suspected she would not survive.

      Admittedly, sometimes she was very lonely. Sometimes, she wished her life had been different; if only she’d found someone decent when she’d been younger and still full of hope. Life’s experiences, however, had finally turned her into a hard-hearted cynic, but quite a good judge of character. Nowadays, when she met an attractive man, she quickly saw through his looks to the man beneath.

      She knew exactly what sort of man Ryan Armstrong was: the sort who would break a girl’s heart and never lose a moment’s sleep over it.

      But he was not totally bad, she accepted as she glanced over the rim of her glass at him. Clearly he was capable of kindness.

      ‘Hi,’ he said into his phone. ‘How’s things going?’

      He’d turned his body away from the table to answer the phone but Laura could still hear him clearly enough. The bar was beginning to fill up but the noise wasn’t too bad, and the music hadn’t yet started.

      ‘That boring, huh?’ he went on. ‘No, I’m down at the Opera Bar having a drink with a friend from work.’

      Laura frowned, knowing instantly that Ryan was being evasive to whomever he was talking to on the phone. His girlfriend, perhaps? He was sure to have one. He always had some girl on tap from what she’d heard. She’d forgotten about that when he’d offered to pretend to be her Mr Right this weekend.

      What on earth did he plan to tell the girlfriend if she agreed to his suggestion? Laura couldn’t imagine any female enjoying their boyfriend pretending to be another woman’s boyfriend, no matter how innocent it really was.

      ‘I’ll ring you later tonight, sweetheart,’ she heard him saying, confirming her suspicion that he was talking to his current girlfriend. ‘Bye for now.’

      He hung up and swung back to face her. ‘Now, where was I?’ he said as he put his phone away.

      Laura decided to put a spanner in his works with some much-needed honesty.

      ‘Your girlfriend wouldn’t like you pretending to be my Mr Right,’ she said with chilly disdain in her voice. ‘Or were you thinking about not telling her?’

      His eyes grew even colder than her own, if that were possible. ‘Erica does not own me, Laura. Besides, she’s in Melbourne this weekend for a conference.’

      ‘You mean what she doesn’t know doesn’t hurt her?’

      ‘Actually, I have every intention of telling Erica when I ring her back later tonight.’

      ‘Really.’ Laura could not keep the sarcasm out of her voice. In her experience, lying to their girlfriends was second nature to men like Ryan.

      ‘Yes, really. But I can see you don’t believe me.’

      ‘Does it matter what I believe? It’s all irrelevant anyway, because I’ve decided not to accept your kind offer.’

      ‘And why’s that?’

      ‘Because it can only lead to further complications. Gran’s eightieth birthday is coming up soon. If her health improves, the family is sure to throw her a party and she’ll expect me to attend, along with my newly found Mr Right. I can’t honestly expect you to go along to that as well. By then, we’ll be asked eternal questions about when we’re getting engaged and when the wedding’s going to be. Everything will snowball and you’ll wish you hadn’t started it in the first place. Much better I go home this weekend and say we’ve already broken up.’

      Ryan shrugged. ‘If that’s what you want to do. But it wouldn’t worry Erica.’

      ‘If you think that, Ryan, then you don’t know women very well. I think I should go now,’ she added, becoming nervous that people from her work would start arriving any minute now. ‘Thank you for the drink, and for your offer. It really was very nice of you. But not a good idea.’

      She finished her drink and stood up. ‘I’ll see you next Friday at three,’ she said.

      ‘I tell you what,’ Ryan said before she could escape. ‘I’ll give СКАЧАТЬ