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anywhere near him, because she would rather have died than to let her secret leap out of its box.
The years hadn’t changed him. He was turning now to slot his key into the lock; everything about him was surprisingly the same. His fair hair still flopped over his eyes and he still carried himself with the same lanky awkwardness that Jamie had once found so incredibly endearing. She could make all that out even under the unsatisfactory street lighting.
She peeled her eyes away for a fraction of a second to see Jessica reaching out to put her hands on Ryan’s shoulders. In a second, Jamie thought with a surge of panic two things would happen: Greg would turn around and look straight through the window, and Jessica would close her eyes and plant a very public kiss on Ryan’s mouth.
Galvanised, she sprinted across the room. If she had had time to think about it, she wasn’t sure whether she would have followed through, but as it was she acted purely on instinct, fired by a driving need to make sure that her sister didn’t completely blow the one chance she had in life of true happiness—because Greg was as good as it would ever get for Jessica.
She pulled Ryan around and saw his surprise mingled with relief to have been spared the embarrassment of having to gently but firmly turn Jessica away. Janie reached upand curled her hand around his neck, and even at the height of her spontaneity she was stomach clenchingly aware of the muscularity of his body.
‘Wha …?’
‘Mistletoe!’ Jamie stated. ‘We’re under it. So we’d better do what tradition demands.’
Ryan laughed softly under his breath and curved his hand around her waist.
As far as days went, this one was turning out to be full of unexpected twists and turns; he couldn’t remember enjoying himself so much for a very long time indeed.
He didn’t know what had brought about this change in Jamie but he liked it. He especially liked the feel of her body as it softened against his. He felt her breasts push against his chest. She smelled of something clean and slightly floral and her full mouth was parted, her eyes half-closed. It was the most seductive thing he had ever experienced in his life.
Who was he to resist? He gathered her to him and kissed her, a long, deep kiss that started soft and slow and increased tempo until he was losing himself in it, not caring if they were spectator sport.
He surfaced when she twisted out of his arms and turned around. Reluctantly, Ryan followed her gaze, as did everyone else in the room, to the blond-haired man standing in the doorway with an overnight bag in one hand and a bunch of straggling flowers in the other.
CHAPTER FOUR
R YAN looked at his watch and scowled. The offices were pretty bare of staff, just the skeleton lot who got more of a kick at work at their computers, creating programmes and testing games, than they did in their own homes.
Not the point.
The point was that it was now ten fifteen and Jamie should have been in one hour and fifteen minutes ago. Christmas day had come and gone. Boxing Day had come and gone. She hadn’t booked any holiday time beyond that.
He swung his jean-clad legs off his desk, sending a pile of paperwork to the ground in the process, and stalked across the floor-to-ceiling window so that he could look outside and, bad-tempered, survey the grey, bleak London streets which were eerily quiet in this part of the city.
He was still reeling from the events of Christmas day, much to his enduring annoyance. He had gone to satisfy a simple and one-hundred-percent understandable curiosity and had got the equivalent of a full round in a boxing ring—starting with that little conversation in the kitchen with Jamie, followed by her kissing him and culminating in the appearance of the man at the door.
It had been a comedy in three acts, except Ryan couldn’t be further from laughing.
He could still feel the warmth of her mouth against his.The memory of it had eaten into his
The years hadn’t changed him. He was turning now to slot his key into the lock; everything about him was surprisingly the same. His fair hair still flopped over his eyes and he still carried himself with the same lanky awkwardness that Jamie had once found so incredibly endearing. She could make all that out even under the unsatisfactory street lighting.
She peeled her eyes away for a fraction of a second to see Jessica reaching out to put her hands on Ryan’s shoulders. In a second, Jamie thought with a surge of panic two things would happen: Greg would turn around and look straight through the window, and Jessica would close her eyes and plant a very public kiss on Ryan’s mouth.
Galvanised, she sprinted across the room. If she had had time to think about it, she wasn’t sure whether she would have followed through, but as it was she acted purely on instinct, fired by a driving need to make sure that her sister didn’t completely blow the one chance she had in life of true happiness—because Greg was as good as it would ever get for Jessica.
She pulled Ryan around and saw his surprise mingled with relief to have been spared the embarrassment of having to gently but firmly turn Jessica away. Janie reached upand curled her hand around his neck, and even at the height of her spontaneity she was stomach clenchingly aware of the muscularity of his body.
‘Wha …?’
‘Mistletoe!’ Jamie stated. ‘We’re under it. So we’d better do what tradition demands.’
Ryan laughed softly under his breath and curved his hand around her waist.
As far as days went, this one was turning out to be full of unexpected twists and turns; he couldn’t remember enjoying himself so much for a very long time indeed.
He didn’t know what had brought about this change in Jamie but he liked it. He especially liked the feel of her body as it softened against his. He felt her breasts push against his chest. She smelled of something clean and slightly floral and her full mouth was parted, her eyes half-closed. It was the most seductive thing he had ever experienced in his life.
Who was he to resist? He gathered her to him and kissed her, a long, deep kiss that started soft and slow and increased tempo until he was losing himself in it, not caring if they were spectator sport.
He surfaced when she twisted out of his arms and turned around. Reluctantly, Ryan followed her gaze, as did everyone else in the room, to the blond-haired man standing in the doorway with an overnight bag in one hand and a bunch of straggling flowers in the other.
CHAPTER FOUR
R YAN looked at his watch and scowled. The offices were pretty bare of staff, just the skeleton lot who got more of a kick at work at their computers, creating programmes and testing games, than they did in their own homes.
Not the point.
The point was that it was now ten fifteen and Jamie should have been in one hour and fifteen minutes ago. Christmas day had come and gone. Boxing Day had come and gone. She hadn’t booked any holiday time beyond that.
He swung his jean-clad legs off his desk, sending a pile of paperwork to the ground in the process, and stalked across the floor-to-ceiling window so that he could look outside and, bad-tempered, survey the grey, bleak London streets which were eerily quiet in this part of the city.
He was still reeling from the events of Christmas day, much to his enduring annoyance. He had gone to satisfy a simple and one-hundred-percent understandable curiosity and had got the equivalent of a full round in a boxing ring—starting with that little conversation in the kitchen with Jamie, followed by her kissing him and culminating in the appearance of the man at the door.
It had been a comedy in three acts, except Ryan couldn’t be further from laughing.
He could still feel the warmth of her mouth against his.The memory of it had eaten into his
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