worryâ¦â
âI wasnât!â
âYou probably feel uncomfortable about the age gap.â
âAge gap!â she yelped. This man was stretching her maternal gratitude to its limit. âIâm thirty.â
âReally? You donât look it.â Time might blur the edges of her beauty in the distant future, but with a bone structure like that the ageing process would be graceful.
The dark, direct stare was deeply disturbing. âAm I supposed to be flattered?â she asked sharply to hide the fact that this unkempt man was making her feel flustered and more self-conscious than she could recall feeling in years!
âI can do better than thatâ¦â
âIâm sure you can.â
âBut I wouldnât presume.â
Her brows drew together in a straight line as she looked at him. âI find that difficult to believe.â He had the look of a man whoâd do a lot of presuming.
âHas he ever been married?â
âAs a matter of fact, no. And heâs not gay!â
âIâm sure you did the right thing asking.â
âI didnât ask! Nigel is a cautious man, and heâs seen lots of his friendsâ marriages break up.â She didnât add that Nigel had always seemed more appalled by the financial havoc this wrought when heâd mentioned the marital failures of his peers. âThereâs nothing wrong with caution.â She winced at the defensive note in her voice. There wasnât a single reason why she needed to justify herself to this man.
âNot a thing. Not unless it makes you deaf to gut instinct.â
âNigel isnât too big on gut instinct,â she said drily. She bit her lip, immediately feeling disloyal for voicing this opinion.
âAnd you?â
âPardon?â The icy note in her voice didnât alert him to the fact that he was being unacceptably personal. Wasnât that just typical? Just when you needed them, the tried and tested remedies let you downâ¦
âI suppose there are times when a lady like you just canât afford to listen to her gut instincts,â he reflected slowly. She searched his face suspiciously; she was certain, despite the gravity of his expression, she was being mocked. âI mean, you couldnât just date any guy who wandered in off the street.â This time there was no mistaking his reference. âDo you have a list? Suitable professions, salary, that sort of thing?â
âIf you want to say Iâm a snobâ¦â
âIâm not really sure what you are,â he confessed. âIâm feeling my way.â
âI donât want to be felt !â
âThat explains Nigelâs frustrated expression.â
âIf youâve finished eatingâ¦?â she said pointedly. She could see from his expression she was wasting her breath. Her haughtiness was passing right over his dark head.
âHas it always been just the two of you?â
âAre you always this curious about strangers?â
âCharlie made me feel like one of the family.â The flash of laughter in his eyes was reflected by the lopsided smile that tugged at one corner of his mouth. He didnât let her into the private joke.
âReally?â Her arched eyebrows shot up. âThatâs not something she makes a habit of.â
âItâs like that sometimes, donât you find? You meet someone and it feels as if youâve known them for ever. You just click.â
His voice had a tactile quality when he lowered it to that soft, intimate level; it was almost as if heâd touched herâstroked her. She pushed aside this disturbing notion briskly,because the idea of being touched by this man was extremely disturbing!
âI try not to make snap decisions.â Panic was developing into an uncomfortable constriction in her throat. âIâm sure you do a lot moreâ¦clicking than me,â she said