Pursued by the Rogue (The Fairy Tales of New York Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

give me that particular version at the restaurant.”
    He hung up on her groan.
    Before he lost his mind completely and asked her to repeat that a few times as well.
    *
    Dawn had a good life. She’d stumbled across a genetic sequencing breakthrough in her third year as an undergrad, and had promptly dropped out of university for a shot at setting up her own research company. Venture capitalists had come on board and the end result had been a career trajectory envied by many.
    She loved her work and was proud of what she’d been able to set in motion in such a short time.
    She had a loft apartment in Soho, in a landmark building steeped in history. Two bedrooms, three bathrooms. A vast, open plan, architect-designed living and dining area and a view through floor to ceiling windows that took her breath away. Wrought iron latticework framed the view through the windows – a leftover relic from days gone by.
    Her favorite deli was less than a block away.
    It took her ten minutes to get to work.
    She’d set her life up for maximum efficiency and luxury aplenty.
    At twenty-seven, Dawn had enough money to never have to work again and enough ideas to make that impossible.
    She didn’t need the complications Finbar Sullivan brought with him. Not her overwhelming attraction to him. Not the worry of letting spill that she’d once thought herself pregnant with his child. She kept other secrets these days.
    Darker beasts altogether.
    And she wasn’t about to share any of those either.
    Yet here she was and there he was, with his hair gathered back into the stump of a ponytail and a fancy looking violin case slung across the chair beside him. He stood when she arrived at the table and pulled back her chair.
    “Old fashioned,” she murmured.
    “My father’s influence. Not collecting you and getting you here was neglectful enough. I need to make good.”
    No sooner had she sat down than a waiter arrived with glasses and a jug of icy water. He took their orders as he filled their glasses. Coffee and cannoli for her, coffee and a panino for Finn.
    All very normal and easy except for Dawn’s accelerated heartbeat and shortness of breath. And the way Finn kept looking at her as if he liked what he saw. All the fashion and makeup advice in the world had helped her make the most of her unusual features but she still wasn’t used to people liking what they saw.
    “Faith tells me that you and your company are a big deal in the world of medical research,” he said.
    “I have a lot of good people on board. We specialize in DNA sequencing technology.”
    “I’m impressed. And daunted.”
    “You shouldn’t be. What you do isn’t exactly common. You stand up in front of an audience and perform without music for an hour straight and never miss a note.”
    “Says who?”
    “I read the reviews. They say your music is flawless.”
    “There’s no such thing.”
    “Perfectionist,” she teased.
    “And you’re not, when it comes to your research?”
    Maybe the man had a point. “You haven’t performed for a while. What’s happening there?”
    “New repertoire. I’m recording a concerto by a Finnish composer. What do you know about Sibelius?”
    Not a damn thing other than what he’d just told her. “He’s Finnish? And … dead?”
    “Good call. Melancholy bastard,” Finn grumbled.
    Dawn felt herself relaxing, she couldn’t help it. “Do you get stuck in his moods when you play his music?”
    “I do. And then I have to fight my way out.”
    “Thank you for explaining the perils of Sibelius in a way I can understand.”
    “I expect the same from you when it comes to DNA sequencing.”
    Dawn felt her smile fade. “We really don’t have much in common, do we?” She watched as his gaze flickered to the curve of her mouth and back.
    Okay, maybe they had that.
    She reached for her water and sipped as he studied her through narrowed eyes.
    “Are you always inclined towards stopping a friendship before it’s begun?” he