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Автор: Cara Colter
Издательство: HarperCollins
Серия: Mills & Boon M&B
Жанр произведения: Эротическая литература
Год издания: 0
isbn: 9781472052971
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that she wasn’t cute enough, if you had the librarian fantasy.

      Which he didn’t. Amber in black leather was all the fantasy he needed.

      “No, I didn’t think you’d come.”

      “Oh.”

      He noticed how awkward she was, just plain bad at the man-woman interchanges. It was a quality he should not find the least endearing.

      But he did, not that it changed anything. Luke August did not date awkward girls. Or ones that were easily hurt. And yet her eyes wouldn’t let him go, beckoned to him, a lighthouse to a ship lost at sea.

      “So, er, why did you come? If you thought I wasn’t coming?” she asked.

      He lifted a shoulder. “Floor needed mopping?”

      “Well, that explains the outfit.”

      He suddenly didn’t want her thinking about his outfit for too long. He didn’t want her arriving at the real reason he’d worn the disguise—to spy on her, and then to slip away, unscathed by her smile. It was too late for plan A.

      Luke decided to formulate plan B as he went along. “It’s part of my escape plan,” he confided in her. “Nurse Nightmare takes a dim view of her patients ducking out to catch the late show.”

      “The late show,” Maggie repeated, as if she had only just remembered why she was here. She looked around uncomfortably, took a deep breath and began talking, the fast chatter of someone who was nervous, or trying very hard to sell a product they didn’t actually believe in.

      “Actually, Luke,” she said, “I asked you to go to the movie with me on an impulse.”

      “You don’t say?” he said dryly.

      She hurried on. “I had decided not to come. But then it seemed so unfair to leave you waiting with no explanation. So I just came to tell you, it’s off. No date.”

      He regarded her silently. Well, well, well. Another surprise from Maggie Sullivan. She was brushing him off? It was actually much worse than just plain being stood up. He was not entirely accustomed to this turn of events. He found himself reluctantly intrigued by it, so he folded his hands more firmly over the mop, leaned his chin on the tops of his hands and let her flounder.

      “You wouldn’t have liked it, anyway. The movie,” she added hastily as if, left to his own devices, he would have assumed it was something incredibly, indescribably naughty.

      “Why the change of heart?” he asked, enjoying the little flood of crimson that was staining her cheeks. She had quite amazing cheekbones, when they were highlighted like that.

      The voice of reason tried to interject in his inspection. Luke, it asked him, when was the last time you were with a girl who blushed?

      “I just don’t want to,” she stammered, and then added, apparently for emphasis, “Really.”

      Twelve. Same age that I last took a girl to a movie.

      “Really,” he repeated, not quite sure if he was amused or aggravated. “Women rarely say they don’t want to. To me.”

      “I’m sure that’s quite true, Mr. August,” she said formally. Her eyes skittered away from his, looking for an escape. “I mean, it’s obvious you’re a very charming man. And attractive.”

      Her blush deepened as if telling him he was attractive was something she would now have to confess to the neighborhood priest on Saturday night.

      “I have to go,” she said frantically.

      Not so fast, little Miss Maggie. “What part don’t you want to?” he asked. He deliberately lowered his voice. He took one hand off the mop handle, tried to fight the renegade urge one more time and failed. He picked up a strand of her hair, felt the tantalizing silk of it between his thumb and finger, and then let it fall.

      She gasped as if he had asked her to have sex on the foyer floor, and tucked the offended strand of hair behind her ear. “The movie part,” she squeaked.

      She was not in his league at all. That was evident. His league was women who knew how to play the game—who breezily returned the repartee loaded with sexual innuendo, who blinked their lashes and tossed their hair, who leaned a little closer to let him have a peek down shirts that were unbuttoned one button too low.

      Luke could not have guessed it would be so much fun playing a different game, toying with Maggie. The thing was, he couldn’t predict what was going to happen next with her. And that lack of predictability was just a tiny bit refreshing.

      “What’s so scary about a movie?” he asked, knowing darn well it wasn’t the movie she was scared of.

      Unless he was mistaken, little Miss Maggie found him wildly attractive. One touch of his lips on her lips, or on her neck, one little nibble on her ear, and she would probably lose control of herself.

      The thought of Maggie Sullivan losing control of herself flared, white-hot, in his poor male-hormone-driven brain.

      Down, Fred, he ordered himself.

      “Who’s Fred?” she asked, bewildered.

      He realized he had spoken out loud, recovered and pointed to the name tag on the hospital-issue coveralls.

      “Oh.” She was very flustered.

      “You were explaining about the movie,” he reminded her silkily.

      She looked down at her suede jacket and picked an imaginary fleck off of it. “Okay,” she said, looking back at him suddenly and jutting out her chin, the determined look of a woman about to come clean, “it’s about the popcorn.”

      “Popcorn?” he echoed. He had expected anything but that. Popcorn? Was she serious?

      She nodded, deadly serious. “Do I get popcorn?”

      He wondered if it was a trick question. There it was again. Every single time he thought he was sort of figuring her out, she tossed a curve at him.

      “Do you want popcorn?” he asked cautiously. He was not accustomed to being with women who were complicated, hard to read, easy to offend.

      “Of course! What’s a movie without popcorn?”

      “Agreed.”

      She sighed. “But if I get popcorn, then I have to decide about butter.”

      “That hardly seems earthshaking,” he said, but he could tell she thought it was.

      She sighed again, then blurted out, “Do I get my popcorn with butter the way I like it or without so that you’ll think I at least try to be skinny?”

      He slid his eyes over the lushness of her curves. What a shame skinny would be on her.

      When he looked back at her face she looked earnest and indignant, and Luke found he had to put a hand up to his mouth and bite on his knuckle so he wouldn’t laugh. It would be a mistake to laugh in the face of her earnestness.

      “And then,” she continued, “if I say to hell with what you think since you’ve already seen my skirt stuck around my hips—”

      She didn’t look like the kind of girl who used even mild curse words like hell very often. Dare he hope he was already being an evil influence on her?

      “—and get the butter, maybe even double butter, then my fingers are covered in grease and if you try to hold my hand, not saying that you would, but—”

      He held up his hand to stop the flow of words, choked down the laughter that was trying to get out and gazed down at her, trying to discern if she was attempting to amuse him or if it just came naturally to her.

      It occurred to him that it had been a very long time since he’d been anything but bored with any woman, with the notable exception of Amber.

      Having tamed the twitching of his