Sawyer, Rita - Her Mr. Wrong [What Are Friends For 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free PDF

lowered his fork to the plate and reached for his drink, as he fought the urge to get up and walk over there.
    “Who are they?” Elias’s curiosity was more than warranted.
    “A friend’s wife and her cohorts.” Slade pick up his fork and bit into the steak, but he barely tasted it as he chewed.
    “Would you like to go say hello?” It was a reasonable question, one Slade perhaps considered for just a fraction too long. “I see. Since I’ve never known you to take interest in another man’s woman, I’m assuming it’s one of her friends that has you so entranced.”
    Entranced. Yeah, it was as good a word as any to explain the way she made him feel. He couldn’t explain it any better. It did seem like something beyond their control there was drawing them together. Could fate be giving a random couple a gentle shove in the same direction?
    “No, I don’t think it would be a good idea, but you might want to send of a bottle of something nice to the table.” He wasn’t sure if Sadie was there to review the place or not, but either way she’d make some kind of judgment, and it would be wise to have it be a positive one.
    “Why?” Elias asked.
    “The auburn-haired one is Sadie Rithgow. She’s a reporter, and, from what I hear, a good one.”
    Elias caught the implication and waved his fingers in the air. Almost instantly, a waiter appeared at the table. He issued a few orders, and the kid took off. It took a great deal of willpower for Slade to tear his attention off Amy, but it only lasted a few minutes. He brought his gaze back just in time to see the waiter approach the table. He held out a bottle and said something that had all six women turning to look at him and Elias. Okay, mostly Elias, but Amy stared directly at him. Slade smiled, but she didn’t return it. In fact, she turned her head away so quickly he’d be surprised if she hadn’t given herself a minor case of whiplash.
    He took another bite of his steak, enjoying the rich flavor this time. Elias glanced back and forth between him and the ladies, but kept any speculation to himself. Slade didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was watching her every move. When she glanced over her shoulder at him, he outright laughed at her scowling expression. His sprite was happy to see him, that was for sure. She said something to her friends, as she scooted her chair back and stood up. Halfway to the door, she looked at him and tilted her head.
    Her invitation—more like demand—to follow her didn’t have to be issued twice. “You’ll have to excuse me for a couple of minutes.”
    “Take your time,” Elias smiled at him. “But before you go, I’d like your permission to ask your sister out.”
    Slade nodded as he got to his feet. “Yeah, okay.”
    “My office is on the right at the top of the stairs.” Elias’s offer would hopefully give Slade and Amy the privacy they’d need.
    “Thanks.” Slade strode away from the table.

Chapter Four

    Amy stood just outside the door, ignoring the looks the maitre d’ was giving her. Slade finally walked into the hall, looking so damn sexy and smug she wanted to slap him. She grabbed a fistful of his sleeve, careful not to touch him, and tugged him down the hall. Once they were far enough away that the guy couldn’t overhear them, she let go and took a few steps away from him. She told herself the space wasn’t because she was afraid to be close, but because she was protecting him. Truthfully, she wasn’t sure if she’d end up kissing him again or kicking him.
    “What are you doing here?”
    “I could ask you the same thing, but we probably both have the same answer.” He smiled at her. “I’m having dinner with a friend.”
    “So us both being at the same restaurant is just a coincidence?”
    “If you’re accusing me of stalking you, I’d like to point out I was already here when you arrived.” He paused and winked at her. “Perhaps you’re the one following me?”
    “Listen,