shoulder at her. “Jesus, you’re a smart-ass. To think I used to miss you hanging around.”
If the look on his face was anything to go by, he’d surprised himself as well as her with his inadvertent admission. She smiled, oddly touched, as he focused on rinsing his plate. She’d missed him, too, when things had gone south with Steve. Harry’s irreverence and easygoing charm had always appealed to her. In another time and place, perhaps, they might have been friends. In this lifetime, however, it was never going to happen. Too many old loyalties on his side and too many bad associations on hers.
“I should get going,” Harry said as he set the plate on the drainer.
“Okay.”
She led him to the hallway, edging past the broken door. “Sorry about the obstacle course. The landlord assures me he’s going to fix this thing before the turn of the next century.”
This time, thankfully, the lock opened easily and she watched Harry step onto the porch.
“Thanks for dinner. And the show,” he said.
Trust him to bring up the moment with her bra again.
“And I’m the smart-ass?”
“Maybe it takes one to know one.”
“Maybe.” The smile faded from her lips as she held his eyes. “Harry, what you did tonight … I will never be able to tell you how much your generosity means. I feel as though I’ve had a visit from my fairy godmother or something.”
He shrugged modestly. “Honestly, I could do it in my sleep. It’s really not a big deal.”
“It is to me and Alice. A very big deal.”
On impulse, she stepped forward, stood on tiptoes and flung her free arm around his shoulders.
“Thank you for being so damn kind,” she said fiercely, pressing a kiss to the angle of his jaw. His shoulders were warm and firm beneath her arm and his five-o’clock shadow tickled her cheek. She inhaled the good, honest smell of him, touched all over again by what he’d done.
Before she could withdraw, his arms came around her, returning her embrace, and for a split second she and Alice were pressed firmly against his chest and side. Then he let go and she sank onto her heels. When she went to step away, however, she discovered Alice had once again grabbed Harry’s T-shirt and was not about to let go.
“Maybe you really are a babe magnet.”
Harry eyed Alice indulgently. “Nah. She’s just got good taste.”
He brushed his forefinger across the back of Alice’s knuckles. Alice lifted her face to his, eyes wide, her mouth open in an almost-smile. Full of curiosity and wonder.
“Come on, cutie,” he said gently, smiling in return.
He brushed her hand again and Alice let go, transferring her grip to his finger. Pippa stepped back, and after a long second Alice let Harry’s finger slip from her grasp.
“Should have known you’d be an expert at the cut and run,” she said.
“Lots of practice.”
For a moment they simply smiled at each other.
“I’ll see you around.”
“Yeah. Look after yourself, okay?” she said, a little alarmed to feel her throat closing over with unexpected emotion.
Although maybe it wasn’t that unexpected—he’d saved her ass tonight, after all.
“Sure thing.”
He raised his hand in farewell and headed for his car. She watched him, only belatedly realizing it must have been quite an operation to get both her car and his here. She wondered how many favors he’d called in and knew she’d never know. Just as she’d never know how much she really owed him for parts and labor.
Grateful tears stung the back of her eyes as she waved him off. Pippa wasn’t one of those people who had random good things fall in her lap every day, and she’d never considered herself particularly lucky, but there was no doubt the universe had been smiling on her when Harry drove past on the highway last week.
Suddenly she wished she’d said more to him, even if it would almost certainly have made him deeply uncomfortable. They’d been so busy giving each other a hard time, playing up their old dynamic, that she didn’t feel as though she’d properly expressed her feelings.
Right now, Harry was her hero. Pure and simple.
She felt a tug, and when she looked down she discovered Alice was once again undressing her. Clearly, she needed to either invest in some safety pins or a pair of mittens for her daughter. Or, alternatively, some truly excellent underwear if she was destined to be flashing all and sundry on a regular basis.
For a split second—the most fleeting of moments—she allowed herself to wonder what Harry had thought of the “show” she’d put on tonight. Then she as quickly pushed the thought from her mind.
After all, it was absurd to even think—
Shaking her head, Pippa went to put her daughter to bed.
HARRY DIDN’T CONSIDER himself a saint. Not by a long shot. He had his faults and flaws, and some of them were worse than others, but one thing he’d never done was look twice at a mate’s girlfriend or wife.
It simply wasn’t in his makeup. As far as he was concerned, there were more than enough single, ready and willing women in the world without him even considering a woman who was taken.
So why in the name of all that was good couldn’t he get the memory of Pippa’s creamy, curvy breasts out of his head?
It wasn’t just that she’d been wearing a cherry-red bra—not what he would have guessed was under her old-fashioned dress, that was for sure—although the way the bright lace had cupped her pale skin had been pretty damn memorable.
It was everything. The sway of her body as she’d moved around the kitchen, the way she’d tilted her head when she sent smart-mouthed zingers his way, the way she’d turned pink when she’d realized what her enterprising daughter had done.
Pippa White, it turned out, was sexy. In a quiet, subversive, get-under-a-man’s-skin kind of way. She might not put it all out there like the brunette who’d punched her number into his phone last week, but there was something about Pippa that made a man think about things he shouldn’t be thinking about when she was his best friend’s ex-girlfriend—or, better yet, the mother of his best friend’s child.
The worst thing was, Harry suspected he’d always been aware of her in that way on some level. When she’d been going out with Steve, Harry had always been able to pick her voice out in a crowd. Same with her laugh. And he’d whiled away more than one night lounging around a pool table with her, shooting the shit, laughing at her jokes and enjoying her sharp take on the world. Enjoying her.
Not gonna happen. Ever. So get that dirty little thought out of your head right now.
Harry pulled into his driveway and braked with
