humour to hide how she really felt. ‘Sure. Lucky, lucky me—I get to have dinner with a half-dressed man.’ Her mouth quirked. ‘Are you really so vain that you couldn’t go out to eat in an old tracksuit and T-shirt?’
‘I’m not vain,’ he protested. ‘I just feel a little more comfortable in this than I do in the scruffy stuff.’
‘It’d serve you right if I took you to a fast-food burger restaurant now—and then you’d really look out of place,’ she teased.
‘I’ll bluff it. There’s nothing wrong with burgers.’
Did he really expect her to believe that? She’d just bet he was the kind of guy who went for fine wines and Michelin-starred dining. ‘When was the last time you went to a fast-food place?’ she challenged.
‘Last weekend, with my nephews,’ was the prompt reply. ‘Next question?’
Ouch. She’d forgotten about his nephews. If they were teens, like her own nephews, then she knew he’d be very familiar with fast-food places. She screwed up her face. ‘OK, now it’s my turn to apologise. Blame my rudeness on low blood sugar. Because I am a grumpy, starving photographer right now.’
He smiled, and she wished she’d kept her mouth shut. Stuffy and uncomfortable, she could deal with, but relaxed and sexy was another kettle of fish entirely.
Right now, Nick Kennedy could be very dangerous to her peace of mind.
‘Let’s go and eat,’ Nick said, ‘and you can show me how much of an idiot I’ve made of myself.’
He hadn’t made an idiot of himself at all. He was utterly gorgeous and he’d be the star of the calendar—even more so than the actor and the musician who’d posed for her earlier in the week, because they were aware of how pretty they were and Nick wasn’t. But Sammy knew she needed to keep her libido under control. She’d learned her lesson well, after Bryn.
No.
More.
Relationships.
Make that underlined and with three exclamation marks. And covered in acid yellow highlighter to make sure she didn’t forget it.
‘My car’s outside,’ she said.
‘So is mine.’
She took a coin from her purse. ‘Let’s toss for it. The winner gets to drive. Heads or tails?’
‘Heads.’
It was heads.
‘My car, then,’ he said.
‘Do you mind if I bring my equipment with me?’ she asked. ‘I’d prefer not to leave it unattended, even if it’s locked out of sight in my car.’
‘It would make more sense,’ Nick said, ‘if we got a takeaway and ate it at my place. Then neither of us would have to worry about leaving expensive work equipment unattended in the car.’
‘Why your place and not mine?’
He coughed. ‘Because I just won the coin toss.’ He paused. ‘You can ring my sister and ask her to vouch for me, if you’re worried about going to a stranger’s flat.’
‘A stranger who’s willing to put himself out of his comfort zone to help raise money for an oncology ward, and whose day job means he skewers the baddies in court and gets them sentenced for their crimes? I think I’ll be safe enough with you,’ Sammy said. Plus all her instincts were telling her that Nick was one of the good guys, and her instincts—except when it came to dating—were pretty good. ‘But I’ll follow you in my car. That makes more sense than getting the Tube back here afterwards.’
‘You won’t have to get the Tube back here. I’ll give you a lift.’
‘So you’re going to drive home, then back here, then home again? That doesn’t make sense either.’ She took her phone out of her bag. ‘Give me your address, just in case I get stuck in traffic and can’t follow you over a junction or something, and end up having to use my satnav.’ She tapped in the details as he dictated them. ‘Great. Let’s go.’
‘Can I carry anything for you?’ he asked.
She indicated his armful of boxes and carriers. ‘I think you’ve got enough of your own, and anyway I’m used to lugging this lot about.’
‘Fair enough.’
She took the notice off the court door, told the security team that it was fine to lock up, and packed all her equipment into her car. And all the time she was berating herself mentally. She must be crazy. Why hadn’t she just done what she’d agreed with her other models and emailed him a choice of half a dozen photographs that she could go on to present to the calendar committee? Why was she letting him review the whole shoot with her?
The truth was because she wanted to spend more time with him. Because she was attracted to him.
But she also knew that her relationships were a disaster area. She had a three-date rule, because agreeing to more than that risked her having to tell the truth about her past—and in her experience men reacted badly to the information. Besides, she was pretty sure that Nick Kennedy was a total workaholic who wouldn’t have time for a girlfriend—that was still the only reason she could think of why someone as gorgeous and good-hearted as him would be single—so it was better not to start anything. So she’d be sensible and professional when they looked at the photographs. They’d grab some food; and then she’d say a polite goodbye and never see him again.
Pity.
But, since Bryn, Sammy had learned to be sensible. It was the safest way.
And she was never getting her heart broken again.
AS HE DROVE back to his flat, Nick wondered if he’d just gone completely crazy. Why on earth had he invited Sammy Thompson back to his flat?
Then again, she’d had a fair point about not leaving expensive equipment unattended in a car. Horsehair wigs and silk barrister gowns weren’t exactly cheap, either, and he wouldn’t want to leave them in his car—just as she clearly hadn’t wanted to leave her camera equipment in hers.
Out of the few dates he’d been on since the end of his marriage, he hadn’t invited a single one of his girlfriends back to his flat. And he was far too sensible to invite a complete stranger back to his flat.
Yet that was exactly what he’d just done. Today was the first time he’d met Sammy. He knew practically nothing about her, other than that she was a photographer and she’d been commissioned to shoot the calendar by the Friends of the London Victoria.
Then again, he had good instincts—except perhaps where his ex-wife was concerned, he admitted wryly—and he’d liked Sammy immediately. She was business-like and capable, and she had a sense of humour that appealed to him.
And he was going to have to ignore the fact that she was utterly gorgeous. Slender yet with
