A Girl Less Ordinary. Leah Ashton

there was absolutely no confusion for the cause of tension in the room. For now, he was back to basics.

      ‘Jake,’ she said, ‘have you heard anything I’ve said?’

      His gaze darted up from her mouth to her eyes and he watched as her cheeks went pink.

      Ah. He remembered that blush, too.

      She must have seen something of his very much work-inappropriate thoughts in his eyes, and her blush only deepened. Those thoughts, he remembered too—although thirteen-odd years ago, she’d been wearing a school uniform when she’d triggered them, not a tailored suit and three-inch heels.

      Oh, yeah. He had liked Eleanor. A lot.

      And all grown up, she was having a similar effect.

      Which wasn’t ideal.