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.Kady said something and Regan shot a panicked look his way.He took the opportunity to grin ather.If anything, she seemed even less pleased.Good.At least he wasn t the only one uncomfortablehere.As the group dispersed, the little redhead wandered over.She had the distracted look of someonewith something serious on her mind. Hey, Irish, a penny for your thoughts.The redhead, Christine, he thought her name was, made a face. As if I haven t heard that onebefore. What can I say, I m a traditionalist.She snorted. I doubt it.She was really cute in a girl-next-door way.The kind of woman a man settled down and had aboatload of kids with.The kind of woman he normally avoided like the plague he wasn t the type toleave a trail of broken hearts behind him, and women like this didn t have sex without complications.Brock wasn t a settling-down type.Maybe in the future, but right now it wasn t in the cards.He hadtoo much to accomplish before he went down that road.Still, he gave her his most charming smile.It would be smarter to focus on Christine than to spendhis time in this borderline obsession with a certain high-strung brunette. Maybe you should give me achance to prove it.Christine s eyes went wide and a laugh erupted from her lips.She slapped a hand over her mouth. Oh my God, Regan was right.You really are incorrigible.He sighed. You Tri Delts are bad for a man s ego. Sorry. She glanced sideways, her mouth tightening at whatever it was she saw.Before he couldfollow her gaze, she d turned those blue eyes back on him. If it helps, you re really good-looking.But I ll bet you ve had plenty of women tell you that, haven t you? A gentleman never tells. A flash of movement caught his attention.Regan stood next to Kady,glaring daggers.She snatched a piece of paper out of her friend s hands, and she stalked over to him.It wasn t every day he saw a woman who walked in six-inch heels like they were flats, but Reganmade it look effortless.And he really needed to stop obsessing over her fucking shoes.She shoved a paper at his chest. Howdy, partner. Then she turned a genuinely sweet smile atChristine. Sorry, honey, but I m doing you a favor.You don t want to spend any more time with thisasshat than strictly necessary.Christine s gaze jumped between them and then away. Better than the alternative, she muttered.With a pained sigh, she walked away, leaving him to Regan s tender mercies.She barely waited for her friend to get out of earshot before she spun on him. You stay away fromher. Why? I think she s a sweetheart.She glared. She s a nice girl, and you d eat her alive.Then I d take a truly scary amount ofpleasure in killing you and throwing your body in a Dumpster.Even though it was aimed at him, her protectiveness of her friend chipped away at some of theanger he felt over how last night had ended.Some of it. Aw, you re adorable.I reckon you ve neverseen woods before right now.She flipped her hair over her shoulder, but there was a twinkle in her eyes. Scarlett, please.I wasa Girl Scout.That startled a laugh out of him. And pray tell, why did you drop out? Do you know what s in the woods? Bugs.Things that make freaky noises.Squirrels who are onlytoo happy to go for your throat. She shuddered. I m more cut out for the concrete jungle. Then sheseemed to realize they were having an actual conversation without animosity, because her eyesnarrowed. But that changes nothing.Stay away from Christine.She s not like us.You d hurt her.The unspoken comment being that he couldn t hurt Regan.Since he didn t want to hurt her, that wasgreat news.Or it would be if it didn t signify the fact that she d never care enough about him for himto be able to hurt her.He shouldn t care.She was just some chick at one of his friends weddings.Damn it, he did care. You should let me take you out sometime. The words were out before he realized he was going tosay it.The shocked look on her face was almost funny.Almost. Hitting the moonshine a little early today,don t you think? Enough with the country boy references. He d bet she d never touched moonshine. I just call it like I see it. She crossed her arms under her chest, and he did his damnedest not tostare at her breasts. Look, I had a great time last night and all, but this just isn t going to work outlike you want it to.She thought she had him all figured out.It shouldn t surprise him.Everyone else did, too. Why not,Regan? How the hell do you know what I want from this? I don t remember you sticking around longenough to talk last night. There is no  this.  She motioned between them. You aren t the kind of guy who settles down.There s nothing wrong with that, but I m not looking to waste my time.To be frank, Logan is more myspeed.He stared.Was she for real?  Logan. Yeah.He s cultured, has excellent taste, and owns his own business.He s not the type to flit fromwoman to woman. Have you exchanged more than two words with the guy? Brock had.When they d all gone out fordrinks the first night here, he d had a chance to talk to Logan for a little while.He was a decent guy.A little work-obsessed for Brock s taste and a whole lot too much like his brother Caine.Right now he kind of wished Logan was an ass so he could hate the man.She shrugged one shoulder. We ve talked.Of course they had.How could Logan not lose his head over Regan? She was all glitter andfireworks that drew the gaze though he d bet she hadn t shown Logan her claws.She glanced sideways and her eyes widened. Quick, say something funny.The change in subject almost gave him whiplash. What?Regan gritted her teeth. A joke.Tell a joke, or something [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]