скачать книгу бесплатно
Handsome As Sin
Kelsey Roberts
Handsome As Sin
Kelsey Roberts
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Merry Christmas to the heroes in my life: my dad, Conway, who told me I could do anything; my husband, Bob, who told me I could sell a book; my son, Kyle, who told his third-grade class that I had sold a book; and my stepson Eric, who sold his plasma at college to buy my first book.
Contents
Chapter One (#udc053976-a10b-5c11-abf6-cf1bcecf6f12)
Chapter Two (#ua5248701-f221-51bb-9f3f-c715a184380a)
Chapter Three (#u397200d4-9938-50d4-bee9-0bc0f8ac7be6)
Chapter Four (#u50cf5bc5-6ebf-5049-83bd-147b6ddd26fa)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One
“Just play along with me,” Ellie whispered to the bartender as she leaned against the bar. Her task was hindered by the rather imposing figure of a man who had occupied the same stool ever since the snow began sticking to the street two hours ago.
Josh gave her a conspiratorial smile and a flirtatious wink. “Anything for a beautiful woman.”
“So I hear,” she mumbled under her breath. She was turning away from the bar when she caught the other man’s gaze.
The tall stranger had eyes the color of rare emeralds. A brilliant, sparkling green that reflected the white light overhead.
Normally friendly and outgoing, Ellie Tanner suddenly found herself without a voice. Actually, she amended, it wasn’t that she’d lost her voice, it was more like a total loss for words. What do you say to a man who is as handsome as sin? A man with a perfect smile and even more perfect dimples?
She didn’t have time to contemplate an answer because Mike Avery, his jacket dusted with a damp layer of fresh snow, burst through the door.
“Show time,” she said, sighing.
After taking a second to brush the flakes off his coat, he shrugged it off and deposited it on one of the hooks on the wall. In keeping with one of his many personality flaws, he didn’t seem to care that a small puddle of water was forming on the polished wood floor.
“Why are you here?” she asked without preamble, crossing her arms in front of her chest. In her peripheral vision, she saw the tall, blond stranger remove his Stetson and place it on the bar next to the penny he’d been playing with for the better part of an hour.
Great! she silently fumed. Nothing like an audience.
Mike stepped forward and attempted to place a kiss on her tightly clamped lips. Ellie turned her head at the last second. Mike had to settle for a brief brush against her cheek.
“Merry Christmas to you, too,” he said.
“It isn’t Christmas yet.”
Mike’s eyes narrowed, but her blatant rebuke didn’t seem to be penetrating his thick skull any better than it had back in New York.
Just then, Josh came out from behind the bar and draped his arm across her shoulder. Ellie derived some small amount of satisfaction as she watched her former boyfriend try not to react.
“Josh Richardson, Mike Avery.”
“Nice to meet you,” Josh greeted, extending his hand. “I didn’t know Ellie had any friends here in Charleston.”
Ellie drew her bottom lip between her teeth to keep from laughing aloud. Aside from being a great bartender and an even more legendary leech, Josh was also a very good actor. No, she corrected when she felt him brush his mouth against her hair, he was an excellent actor.
“What’s going on here?” Beth asked as she came over, an empty tray balanced against her slender hip.
Ellie felt a momentary panic. What if Beth gave them away? The last thing she needed was for this well-meaning waitress to tell Mike the truth.
“Miss?”
Ellie was saved by the handsome man at the bar. His Texas accent and deep, sexy voice could not be ignored, especially by the obviously curious Beth. Somewhat reluctantly, Beth walked over to serve the lone customer waiting out the storm.
“What gives here?” Mike asked, his eyes fixed on Ellie.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she responded, slipping her arm around Josh’s waist.
If it were physically possible, steam would have poured from Mike’s ears. Instead, his face flushed an angry shade of red.
“You’ve been down here less than a week and you’ve already taken up with this guy?” He hooked his thumb in Josh’s direction as if he were insignificant.
“I’m a quick study,” Josh volunteered, baiting the larger man. “And Ellie sure is a beautiful topic to study.”
He was playing it all wrong, she thought to herself as she gently extracted herself from his arm. “Josh, honey,” she purred. “Why don’t you let me explain things to Mike. Besides...” She turned her eyes toward the bar. What she saw there made her heart skip a beat. Mr. Handsome as Sin was watching her with blatant interest. If that sexy half smile was any indication, he was enjoying the show, too. “You promised Rose you’d keep Chad out of the cherries.”
When her pseudoadmirer spotted the two-year-old reaching into the tray of fruits, Josh abandoned her and raced to the end of the bar. Hesitantly, she turned to face the music.
* * *
THE PENNY WAS SMOOTH as he rubbed it between his fingers. Smooth and satisfying. Jake only wished he had had the time to send it to Greenfield before arriving in Charleston. He’d only been in town a couple hours and already his opinion of the city fell well short of positive. Or at least it had until he’d caught his first glimpse of the tall, willowy woman now seated at one of the round tables arranged near the glow of the fireplace.
This was the South, the place where people came to escape the snow-ladened winters up north. Raising his eyes to the large picture window, he felt himself frown as he watched the steady stream of fluttering white flakes floating down from an ominous gray sky.
“I hate the cold,” he grumbled to the bartender as he turned to rest his elbows on the bar, giving him a front-row view of the couple.
“Where’re ya from?”
“Texas,” Jake answered absently, his attention drawn to the woman’s stunning profile. She was certainly something when she was mad. And she was nothing, if not mad. Whatever that muscle-bound jerk was saying to her had the lady seeing red. He could tell by the way her dainty hands were balled into furious little fists. He could also see it in the way her foot nervously tapped against the floor. But mostly he saw it in the flushed expression on her face.
Then he could hear it. Whoever she was, she wasn’t shy about her feelings. Leaning back, he listened.
“...told you that months ago,” she was saying, or rather shouting.
“Ellie, honey, we both know that you overreacted. You know how emotional you can be.”
“Emotional?” she scoffed. “I’m not being emotional. I’m simply telling you I don’t feel any emotions for you.”
“Muscles” made a grab for her hand. She countered the move as easily as she’d deflected his earlier attempt to kiss her. Jake’s admiration for the woman increased with every passing moment.
She wasn’t a classic beauty, he decided. Her features didn’t have the severe angles or the even distribution of perfection. No, this lady’s mouth was slightly off center, her eyes too far apart. But there was an alluring quality to those blue-gray eyes, rimmed in inky lashes. A certain subtle sensuality that he doubted she was even aware of. No, this woman’s charm was understated and natural. It was apparent in the almost regal way she held her head, totally unconcerned with the few strands of raven black hair that had fallen free from the gold barrette. It was apparent in her choice of cosmetics, or lack thereof, he noted when his eyes fixed on her slightly overfull lips. The rosy hue was a gift from nature, just like the long, shapely legs she crossed and uncrossed as she continued her heated conversation.
“...told you not to come.”
Muscles frowned and loosened the knot of his tie where it met his thick neck. “I know you didn’t mean it, Ellie.”
“I always mean what I say, Mike. Your problem is that you don’t listen.”
He liked her accent. It told him she was from someplace up north. Instead of sounding harsh, it held a certain self-assuredness that he saw mirrored in the determined set of her delicate jaw.
“Ellie, I’ve come all this way,” Muscles argued.
“For nothing,” she told him. “I’m here to spend a nice quiet holiday with my family. And you aren’t family.”
“You didn’t feel that way three months ago.”
She blew an exasperated breath toward the bangs that feathered softly above those incredible eyes. Jake found himself enjoying the part of the voyeur. In fact, this was definitely an interesting way to wait out the unexpected snowstorm that had paralyzed the city.
“It’s over, Mike,” she was telling him. “It’s been over and it will continue to be over.”
“Because of him?” Muscles asked, tilting his large head in the direction of the bar.
Something flashed in the woman’s eyes, but it was gone before Jake could put a proper name to it. He was further distracted from the couple when the waitress stomped up to the bar and scooted between two of the stools. She didn’t give Jake a second look, her eyes were biting into the guy behind the bar.
“Need something?” he heard Josh inquire.
“Rose said to cut everyone off. She doesn’t want us serving alcohol when the roads are this bad.”
“Roads...cars,” said the little boy who had been in and out of the restaurant. He struggled to pull himself up onto the seat next to Jake. “I Chad,” he said, offering a toothy grin.
Jake smiled at the little boy, who looked so much like the woman he’d been admiring. “Jake,” he said, extending his hand to the kid.
“Hat,” Chad returned, pointing to the Stetson Jake had placed on the bar.
Seeing the child’s curiosity, he put the penny down and retrieved his hat, balancing it on the little boy’s dark head.
“Hat,” he said again.
“Expensive hat,” Jake told him.
But before he’d gotten the last word out, the child had bounded from the stool and scurried off behind the metal doors that led to the kitchen.
“Don’t worry,” the bartender said. “He’ll bring it back as soon as he shows it to Rose.”
Reluctantly Jake turned away from the couple and looked at the bartender. “Rose?”
“One of the owners. Chad’s folks own the other half.”
“Her?” he asked, indicating Ellie.
The bartender’s grin bordered on wolfish. “Nope, luckily for me, she’s a free agent.”
Jake had to agree. Especially when he turned back and saw that she had gotten to her feet. He placed her body in the delectable category. Curves, but not overdone. The floral-print dress clung to her in all the right places, yet left enough to the imagination to inspire a few fantasies.
“You’re a lucky man,” he said as he turned back to the bar. “She’s a pretty lady.”
After draping the towel over his shoulder, Josh leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the couple. “I can’t believe that loser followed her all the way here from New York.”
“I can,” Jake said under his breath. If she was his lady, he’d definitely keep her within arm’s reach. In fact, he thought, continuing to fantasize as he turned back around, he could think of a whole list of things he’d do if he had a woman like that.
He would not, however, have his hand in a viselike grip on her upper arm. Jake waited, thinking Josh should intercede. Even though the lady was tall, Muscles outweighed her by at least a hundred pounds. He could tell by the wince on her face that he was hurting her.
Sensing the bartender wasn’t going to spring into action, he stepped from the stool, his boots scraping the floor as he calmly sauntered over.
“Afternoon,” he drawled, fixing his eyes on Muscles.
“Yes?” the man returned, clearly irritated by the intrusion. “Do you mind? This is a private conversation.”
Jake hoisted one foot onto the seat of the chair and sighed pensively. “That’s not how I see it. The way you’ve been yelling and carrying on, most everybody here knows the lady doesn’t want you around.”
“I can handle this,” she interrupted, placing her hand against Jake’s forearm.
He made a point of looking at her then. Her eyes were even more blue up close.
