How To Find A Man In Five Dates. Tina Beckett
So much for thinking she’d singled him out. Ouch. The punch to his ego stung.
“So I wasn’t in any real danger.”
“I didn’t say that. She’s dangerous all right.”
As much as he tried to school his face into a blank slate, a smile crept up from somewhere inside him. “How do you know I don’t thrive on danger?”
“Do you? I didn’t take you for the type.”
There it was again. That quick one-two to his pride. “I might surprise you.”
“Really? In that case, I think you owe me a sleigh ride. For bailing you out of what could have been an awkward situation. Especially if her husband had found out.”
“She’s married?” Maybe he did owe her something.
“Aren’t they all?”
He wouldn’t know. He hadn’t been on the dating circuit since he’d met Paula. “I guess you wouldn’t accept a simple thank-you.”
“I would, but I couldn’t promise I’d bail you out a second time. If her being married doesn’t stop her, do you really think me saying I’m your girlfriend is going to scare her off? But if she knows you not only have a girlfriend but that you’re happy with that girlfriend, she’ll probably leave you alone.”
Jack’s head was spinning, partly at the audacity of married women propositioning men who were taken and partly just because of the clean crisp scent of the woman at his side. It reminded him of frosty days and mocha-filled nights. He leaned in closer. “Did you just have coffee?”
Why he asked that he had no idea.
She blinked at him in surprise. She could match that look and raise it. His face heated again.
“I just ate a coffee-flavored candy.”
“Sorry. I think my brain is misfiring over what just happened.”
“You’ve never been propositioned by a married woman before?” Her voice was shocked, like it was something that happened all the time.
“Never. If you were married, would you do it? Proposition someone who wasn’t your husband?”
“Oh, but I’m not married.” Although light and delivered with a smile, her words contained a hint of darkness. Because of her ex? Had he slept with Mrs. Botox or something?
He decided to change the subject entirely. “So this sleigh ride. Is it worth going on alone?”
“Um, yeah, but if she finds out you’re planning on going solo, she’s going to show up and invite herself along for the ride.”
He glanced through the glass to see that the brunette in question was indeed eyeing them while sipping on something boozy that looked like it had a tiny plastic ski sticking out of it. He guessed ski resorts didn’t want little umbrellas reminding people they could be in a tropical paradise instead. “As much as I never thought I’d say it, would you mind going with me? To ward off trouble …” He wasn’t sure that “warding off” trouble was the right way to put it. Because it sure felt like he was busy cultivating it at the moment.
“No problem. I haven’t been on a sleigh ride in ages, actually.”
So her ex hadn’t taken her on one? Maybe they’d had fun in other ways.
Something that made his jaw tense.
She grabbed his hand. “And now for my last good deed until our sleigh ride.” She hauled him through the door and paraded him right in front of Mrs. Botox, their hands firmly joined. They were about halfway to the receptionist’s desk when she turned to grin at him and then promptly plowed into an older man who stepped into her path.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” She turned around. “I didn’t see …”
Her voice died away, and her face drained of all its color as she looked up at the man she’d just run into. She let go of Jack’s hand in a rush.
The stranger’s brows came together, and his eyes narrowed as he studied Jack and then Mira. Then he addressed her, saying, “I think you have some explaining to do.”
Her arms went around her waist, and she drew in a shaky breath. “Daddy, what are you doing here?”
MIRA TRIED TO give off an appearance of calm.
But her heart was ticking at an alarming pace, and she was aware of Jack standing just behind her. He had to be wondering what the hell was going on.
He wasn’t the only one. She was pretty much wondering the same thing.
Why was her father here? He rarely put in an appearance at the lodge these days. And he wasn’t exactly what she would call “involved” in her life any more. Although much of that was her own fault. Even when he’d tried to get close over the past several years while she’d been at med school, she’d tended to pull away. Her mom had let his infidelity go, why couldn’t she?
“Well?” he said, evidently waiting for that explanation he’d asked for.
She lifted her chin, refusing to act the part of the meek little girl he’d once carried around on his shoulders. “You want an explanation? Maybe you should ask Robert for one.”
“Robert, what’s he got to do with this?” He looked genuinely puzzled.
Gulping, she scrambled to figure out what else he could be talking about. She figured her ex had called her father—like he’d hinted he would do—to cry on his shoulder or ask him to intervene on his behalf. And that her dad had hightailed it up to Silver Pass to give her hell. Okay, so if that wasn’t the case, it could only mean he was asking for an explanation about why she was holding hands with a strange man. She glanced back at Jack and blew out a breath at the grim expression on his face. Her dad wasn’t the only one asking some mental questions. Better get the introductions out of the way.
“Sorry. I’ll talk to you about Robert later.” She motioned Jack closer. “Daddy, this is Jack Perry. He’s the team doctor for the Texas Hawks. He helped out with an accident on the slopes a few minutes ago.”
“The Hawks? I’m impressed.” He stuck out a hand. “Nice to meet you.”
He proceeded to grill Jack on his opinion of this team or that and what he thought of Texas and Colorado’s chances for making it to the playoffs next year.
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