Page 31 of The Puck Stops Here

‘Don’t you live with your brother?’

Hardly the put down of the century, Astrid!

‘We have separate wings, and we don’t like to share.’

Share?

Gulp.

Where was her sanity when she needed it? Evaporating with her freaking ovaries!

‘I don’t think me coming back to yours for what you have in mind would be wise… do you?’

He ran his teeth over his bottom lip, his dark stubble shifting and flashing those too-damn-sexy dimples.

‘No, probably not, but then, if you know anything about me, you’ll know I’m all about the unwise,’ he murmured. ‘The more unwise the better… And Astrid?’

She could do nothing but nod as he leaned in close.

‘I’m onto you.’

Her breath snatched from her lungs –shit!

‘I don’t know what you mean.’

‘Oh, I think you do… Now, why don’t you go back to your phone call…’

‘My what?’ And that’s when she realised her phone was ringing, Tay Tay’s tune muffled beneath his jacket.

‘I’ll go keep my brother sweet. We can pick this up later.’

‘There’s nothing to pick up. There’s nothing to tell. There’s nothing?—’

His grin cut her off. He couldn’t know. He couldn’t have worked it out. He couldn’t have heard enough to…

‘Don’t keep Sissi waiting.’

Shit. Shit.Shit.

* * *

‘What’s her deal do you reckon?’

Blake sat opposite his brother, but his eyes were trained on her through the glass to the foyer. He couldn’t make out her features, but she still wore his jacket anddamn, did it suit her.

‘What do you mean? She’s a journalist doing her job.’

‘What kind of a journalist rocks up to an ice rink in the depths of a New York winter looking like she’s about to do a televised interview with the president?’

Aiden shrugged. ‘One that wants to make a good impression with the powers that be.’

‘Her track record does that for her.’

‘It does? You been reading up on her?’

‘I did a google, yeah.’ He toyed with the glasses she’d left on the table… so she obviously didn’t need them all the time. He’d kind of missed them on her.

‘And?’

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