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uncrossed
her arms and gave them a quick shake. “Huffy is not what I would call my
current mood.”
    “Fine then. What
would you call it?”
    “Annoyed?
Irritated? Incensed maybe?”
    “Oh Honey. You
need to relax. I didn’t harm your precious bag. There’s no need to get excited.”
    “I am not excited,”
she lied. “I merely suggested that you might want to keep your hands off other
people’s things.”
    “Oh really?” He eased
in another inch towards her, until his mouth was practically brushing her ear.
“What if I like putting my hands on other people’s things? Especially if those
things belong to a hot little brunette with fire in her eyes and the most
amazing legs I’ve ever had the pleasure to witness in my entire life.”
    She stared at
him for several long, uncomfortable seconds. Had he really just said that? This
wildly attractive, much younger man thought she was hot? It didn’t seem
possible. It was much more likely that he was using charm to distract her from
his rude behaviour, which was probably fairly typical for him. Well, she would
just call him on it and prove that he was a big, muscular, sexy, phony.
    Mona gathered
herself together and raised her chin to its most haughty angle. “And when
exactly did you see my legs?” She raised one eyebrow in challenge. “They were
tucked to the side while you were mauling my luggage. As far as you know my
legs could be sporting some python-sized varicose veins or stubble long enough
to braid.”
    “Long enough to
braid? This I have to see. You really don’t strike me as the hairy bohemian
type.” His smile widened and he attempted to dart a glance down at the limbs in
question.
    Mona wagged a
finger in his amused face. “No peaking. If you can describe my shoes then I’ll
accept that your comment about my legs was sincere and not some kind of
standard line you use to get yourself out of trouble.”
    “Trouble? Am I
in trouble?” He gave her a wide-eyed innocent look but she just glared back at
him. “You really don’t take a compliment very well, do you?” He grumbled and
then closed his eyes. “Fine. One shoe description coming up.” He put the
fingers of one hand to his temple like he was picking up psychic waves from the
universe. “Your shoes are black and shiny with skinny little straps around the
ankles. The heels are high enough to be sexy but not ridiculous, like you’re
trying too hard.” He opened his eyes and all the humour was gone from his
expression. The heat in his blue eyes was now hot enough to singe her skin.
“They’re beautiful and classy, and probably expensive as hell but they don’t do
justice to your legs.”
    “My legs?” She
gulped, completely mesmerized by the hungry look in his eyes.
    “Yeah. Want me
to describe them now?” He rumbled.
    She nodded,
completely unable to speak.
    “Well, you’re
not very tall but your legs are long and shapely. Not too thin but well-muscled
and graceful. And they aren’t hairy at all. In fact, I bet if I ran my fingers
down your calf they’d be just as smooth as warm satin.” He paused for a moment
as if lost in that particular fantasy. “There’s a tiny beauty mark on the
outside of your right ankle. Just above the strap of those sinful shoes.”
    Her eyes widened
in shock. “Wow. That’s a lot of detail. When did you catch all that?”
    “Well, you were
too busy frowning at the back of the seat in front of you to notice but before
you accused me of accosting your possessions I was helping the little old lady
two seats up with her bags. She had some trouble getting back into her seat so
I had a good three or four minutes to study you while I helped her get settled.”
    “You were
studying me? Why?”
    “Oh. C’mon. The
question here is why wouldn’t I be studying you? There’s nothing on this plane
more worthy of a good ogling than your legs. Or your eyes. Or just about
anything of yours, for that matter. There’d be something wrong with me if I