Her Irresistible Troublemaker (A Town Named Eden Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

opportunity to have a go at him that morning, and she hadn’t taken it.
    A group of people strode past, for a moment blocking her from view. Jack considered turning around and pretending he hadn’t seen her. But as he debated what to do, his body took over and sent him on a sauntering beeline toward her.
    The tension he’d been feeling in his shoulders melted away and every muscle clenching thought that had been knocking around in his head disappeared. This was his chance to clear the air. The idea of her walking around thinking he was a pervert who peered at women through windows didn’t sit well with him. It had been an accident. Besides, he hadn’t really seen that much...
    He came to a stop in front of her table and cleared his throat. When she looked up, her eyes widened and she appeared to shrink back into her chair.
    “I wanted to apologize for last night—”
    She put her hand up to stop him. “No need.”
    Jack shifted and looked around. He could nod, leave it at that and move away. She didn’t expect or need an apology. So… Yes, he should go. “That’s very gracious of you.”
    She sat up and looked at him, her eyes now crinkling at the edges. “Call it opportunistic. I love the idea of having something to hold over you.”
    What? He mulled over her response. He couldn’t tell if she wanted to have the last word or engage him in conversation. “You’ll never let me live it down.”
    She took her time looking at him. When she smiled, a dimple appeared on her cheek. “So, the more clothes I wear the more talkative you become. Interesting.”
    Okay. Out of all the follow through responses, that would never have occurred to him. “I talked to you this morning.” And she’d been wearing a robe that had barely covered her thighs.
    “I don’t remember you saying that much.”
    He nodded. “I really needed to get back to work.” Otherwise who knew what he would have done. Taken the road of least resistance, according to his brother.
    “You took off like a bat out of hell and didn’t give me a chance to thank you.”
    “Thank me for leaving?”
    “Thank you for the window screens.” She took a sip of water and kept the glass pressed against her lips.
    Jack wished he had a glass he could use as a stopper. “It was the least I could do.” He moved to make way for a waiter and then he moved again to make way for someone leaving the café. When he had to move a third time, Jack knew he could use it as an excuse to return to the counter and wait for his order. Besides, he suspected their conversation had reached a dead-end and the longer he lingered the more he’d feel inclined to say something else. “Is your date late?” He could have kicked himself for asking. She looked great but not exactly dressed for a date with a hot guy. Or was it a hot date with a guy?
    Before she could answer, a waiter appeared with his order on a plate instead of the take-out he’d asked for.
    “Enjoy,” the waiter said and hurried away.
    “Hang on. I ordered a burger to go,” but he spoke to thin air. Jack looked around for an empty table. When he’d first walked in, the place had been busy, now it looked filled to capacity. Turning back toward Lexie, he bit the bullet. “Do you mind? I promise I’m hungry enough to swallow it in one bite.”
    Her eyes darted around as if trying to hunt down a sure-fire reply that would discourage him from joining her. But then she surprised him.
    “Sure. Go ahead.”
     
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    Lexie slid her gaze over to the counter and beamed a threatening I’ll-get-you-for-this glare straight at Rhys. The café owner smiled back. Oh, yes. He’d definitely mixed up the order on purpose.
    The Monkey Bar Café was her home away from home. The time she’d spent in hospital recuperating had been made bearable by the constant supply of meals delivered every day if not by Rhys, then by one of his staff. Then, there’d been the occasional times she’d missed coming into the café