a vehicle that looked one wheel bolt from the grave while his clothes might be casual but the labels said expensive. Not that he couldn’t have made cheap look good, she acknowledged, wondering a little at her curiosity as her eyes swept upwards from his boot-shod feet, pausing when she reached the metal-banded watch that gleamed against the golden skin of his hair-roughened wrist.
‘Yes, it’s the right time.’
‘What? Oh!’ Her eyes flew to his face. ‘I was just checking out …’
Amusement sparkled in his dark eyes. ‘I noticed.’
‘Not you! That is the time,’ she gritted, feeling the flush working its way up her neck. She bit her lip, silently cursing the fair redhead’s skin that came with the double curse of freckles and blushing. The blush deepened when he glanced from his wrist to the clock that had to be three feet in diameter positioned on the wall directly above her head.
‘It’s a nice watch …’
And if it was genuine, and he didn’t act like a man who was interested in fakes, it was also worth as much as she earned in a month, maybe more.
He gave a non-committal grunt. ‘Is this what you do for a living?’
She shook her head and thought, Is this what you call changing the subject? ‘What?’
‘The cooking-is-the-way-to-a-man’s-heart thing.’ His gesture took in the utensils neatly arranged on the butcher’s block, but in his head he was seeing her pale back, the skin smooth and flawless. It would not, he conceded, matter if she burnt water. This innately sexual little redhead would never have any problem accessing if not men’s hearts, certainly their libido.
She lifted her chin and tossed a smile up at him. ‘Relax, I am not interested in your heart, Mr Fitzgerald,’ she retorted.
‘It’s not my heart you have an effect on, cara.’
Miranda compressed her lips, not caring to be the butt of his warped humour. The annoyance in her eyes was dramatically extinguished as she encountered the smouldering heat in his ebony stare.
Not a joke!
She snatched a startled breath and felt her stomach flip before going into free fall.
‘I’m flattered.’
Heart thudding, she brought her lashes down in a protective sweep. No man had ever looked at her with such unvarnished lust before.
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