Nora Roberts - Stanislaski Family - 2 by Luring A Lady

Author:Luring A Lady [Lady, Luring A]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-01-16T23:26:28.854000+00:00

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with his father, dried dishes with his mother. Alex's blatant flirting hadn't

offended but rather had amused her. And when Rachel had praised her handling

of the accident with Mrs. Wolburg, she'd flushed like a schoolgirl. How the

hell was he supposed to know he'd fall in love with her? And now that she was

alone with him again, all that cool reserve was seeping back. He could see it

in the way her spine straightened when she stepped out of the car. Hell, he

could feel it—it surprised him that frost didn't form on his

windshield. "I'll walk you up." He slammed the door of the car. "That isn't necessary." She didn't know what had spoiled the evening, but was ready to place the blame squarely on his shoulders. "I'll walk you up," he repeated, and pulled her over to the elevator. "Fine." She folded her arms and

waited. The moment the doors opened, they entered without speaking. Both of

them were sure it was the longest elevator ride on record. Sydney swept out

in front of him when they reached her floor. She had her keys out and ready

two steps before they hit her door. "I enjoyed your family," she said, carefully polite. "Be sure to tell your parents again how much I appreciated their hospitality." The lock snapped open. "You can reach me in the office if there are any problems this week." He slapped his hand on the door before she could shut it in his face. "I'm coming in." Chapter 7 Contents -

Prev/Next Sydney considered the chances of shoving the door closed while he

had his weight against it, found them slim and opted for shivery

reserve. "It's a bit early for a nightcap and a bit late for coffee." "I don't want a drink." Mikhail rapped the door closed with enough force to make the foyer mirror rattle. Though she refused to back up, Sydney felt her stomach

muscles experience the same helpless shaking. "Some people might consider it poor manners for a man to bully his way into a woman's apartment." "I have poor manners," he told her, and, jamming his hands into his pockets, paced into the living room. "It must be a trial for your parents. Obviously they

worked hard to instill a certain code of behavior in their children. It

didn't stick with you." He swung back, and she was reminded of some compact and muscled cat on the prowl. Definitely a man-eater. "You liked

them?" Baffled, she pushed a hand through her disordered hair. "Of course I like them. I've already said so." While his hands bunched and unbundled in his pockets, he lifted a brow. "I thought perhaps it was just your very

perfect manners that made you say so." As an insult, it was a well-aimed shot.

Indignation shivered through the ice. "Well, you were wrong. Now if we've

settled everything, you can go." "We've settled nothing. You tell me why you are so different now from the way you were an hour ago." She caught herself, tightening her lips before they could move into a pout.

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