his amusement when she
sighed heavily.
“My mum and dad
will be so ashamed of me.”
Steering her
through the throng, Marty couldn’t resist giving her a little
squeeze of comfort. “They don’t need to know.”
“They know
Trevor.”
“Oh.” Of
course.
“They’ll know
that I’m…” She paused before adding in a hushed whisper he wouldn’t
have heard over the music if he hadn’t bent down to listen closely.
“ The Other Woman .”
“Another
first?”
Tipsy she might
be, but her head jerked back and she looked right up at him. He’d
expected anger. What he hadn’t expected were the tears sparkling in
her eyes. “Yes.” Her voice was small.
Ah man. That
just shot straight through him, that little heart-wrenching
confession and the tears in those big green eyes. He couldn’t help
but press a kiss to her forehead. “It’s all right, honey.”
“Are you
sure?”
“Yeah.”
“New
girlfriend, Lawson?” someone yelled.
Marty glanced
up to see Tyrell Baker, part-time photographer and part-time pain
in the arse. He was holding a mobile phone and snapping pictures of
different people.
Well, shit.
“Just a
friend,” Marty replied easily, steering Belle through the throng
and closer to the door. “Alan’s friend, actually.”
“Oh.” Baker was
disappointed but not for long. Spying someone else, he took off in
another direction. Obviously Marty’s unsophisticated companion
didn’t cut the grade for photos. That was a good thing. Baker
usually prowled around top-end restaurants, not the pub, so he must
have been on a night off. But as usual, the dickhead was taking
photos of anyone and everything just in case he spotted something
or someone he could make money off from the newspapers and glossy
gossip magazines.
Time to
leave.
Steering her
though the crush of people near the door, he led her outside and
through the car park to his car, taking the key from his pocket and
unlocking the car remotely. Opening the passenger side door, he
settled Belle into the seat and leaned over her to clip in the
seatbelt.
The movement
brought his arm into direct contact with her breasts and he felt
the generous mounds push against his arm as she shifted. That
contact was a little warmer than he expected and he turned his head
to look at her.
Nope, her eyes
were anything but aware. In fact, they held a wealth of sadness and
tears.
Belle was a sad
drunk.
And he was a
sad case to find anything about her pitiful state attractive. Not
that he didn’t find her attractive, he obviously did going by the
inconvenient boner that had started back inside the pub at the
thought of doing naughty things to her and going all caveman - and
where the hell had that come from? - but he should have been
thinking of comforting her rather than lingering on the sensation
of her breasts against his arm.
Clipping the
seatbelt closed securely, he quickly backed out of the car and shut
the door, straightening and drawing in a deep breath of air.
Someone in the pub must have been smoking grass because he sure
wasn’t thinking clearly, and considering that he’d only drunk one
light bear and had been nursing Cokes for the rest of the evening
while watching Belle get sozzled, it was the only excuse with which
he could come up.
Sad. Very
sad.
Speaking of
sad, he had one sad woman in his car whom he had to get home and up
to her room without his parents noticing her state. His mother
would be full of sympathy for Belle and furious with Marty.
Mum furious
with him he didn’t want. He grinned a little as he swung open his
door and got inside. A grown man afraid of his mother’s
displeasure, what was the world coming to?
Glancing
sideways as he started the engine, he saw that Belle had her elbow
on the windowsill and her chin propped mournfully on her palm as
she gazed through the window. A tear spilled over to trickle down
her cheek.
Nope, Belle
definitely wasn’t a happy drunk. Or a noisy one. He was a little
sorry about the
sighed heavily.
“My mum and dad
will be so ashamed of me.”
Steering her
through the throng, Marty couldn’t resist giving her a little
squeeze of comfort. “They don’t need to know.”
“They know
Trevor.”
“Oh.” Of
course.
“They’ll know
that I’m…” She paused before adding in a hushed whisper he wouldn’t
have heard over the music if he hadn’t bent down to listen closely.
“ The Other Woman .”
“Another
first?”
Tipsy she might
be, but her head jerked back and she looked right up at him. He’d
expected anger. What he hadn’t expected were the tears sparkling in
her eyes. “Yes.” Her voice was small.
Ah man. That
just shot straight through him, that little heart-wrenching
confession and the tears in those big green eyes. He couldn’t help
but press a kiss to her forehead. “It’s all right, honey.”
“Are you
sure?”
“Yeah.”
“New
girlfriend, Lawson?” someone yelled.
Marty glanced
up to see Tyrell Baker, part-time photographer and part-time pain
in the arse. He was holding a mobile phone and snapping pictures of
different people.
Well, shit.
“Just a
friend,” Marty replied easily, steering Belle through the throng
and closer to the door. “Alan’s friend, actually.”
“Oh.” Baker was
disappointed but not for long. Spying someone else, he took off in
another direction. Obviously Marty’s unsophisticated companion
didn’t cut the grade for photos. That was a good thing. Baker
usually prowled around top-end restaurants, not the pub, so he must
have been on a night off. But as usual, the dickhead was taking
photos of anyone and everything just in case he spotted something
or someone he could make money off from the newspapers and glossy
gossip magazines.
Time to
leave.
Steering her
though the crush of people near the door, he led her outside and
through the car park to his car, taking the key from his pocket and
unlocking the car remotely. Opening the passenger side door, he
settled Belle into the seat and leaned over her to clip in the
seatbelt.
The movement
brought his arm into direct contact with her breasts and he felt
the generous mounds push against his arm as she shifted. That
contact was a little warmer than he expected and he turned his head
to look at her.
Nope, her eyes
were anything but aware. In fact, they held a wealth of sadness and
tears.
Belle was a sad
drunk.
And he was a
sad case to find anything about her pitiful state attractive. Not
that he didn’t find her attractive, he obviously did going by the
inconvenient boner that had started back inside the pub at the
thought of doing naughty things to her and going all caveman - and
where the hell had that come from? - but he should have been
thinking of comforting her rather than lingering on the sensation
of her breasts against his arm.
Clipping the
seatbelt closed securely, he quickly backed out of the car and shut
the door, straightening and drawing in a deep breath of air.
Someone in the pub must have been smoking grass because he sure
wasn’t thinking clearly, and considering that he’d only drunk one
light bear and had been nursing Cokes for the rest of the evening
while watching Belle get sozzled, it was the only excuse with which
he could come up.
Sad. Very
sad.
Speaking of
sad, he had one sad woman in his car whom he had to get home and up
to her room without his parents noticing her state. His mother
would be full of sympathy for Belle and furious with Marty.
Mum furious
with him he didn’t want. He grinned a little as he swung open his
door and got inside. A grown man afraid of his mother’s
displeasure, what was the world coming to?
Glancing
sideways as he started the engine, he saw that Belle had her elbow
on the windowsill and her chin propped mournfully on her palm as
she gazed through the window. A tear spilled over to trickle down
her cheek.
Nope, Belle
definitely wasn’t a happy drunk. Or a noisy one. He was a little
sorry about the
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