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Who wants some more details on Kieran and Carla's first meeting? What? No one? Grr...well I'm going to force them on you anyway because I am no good at taking a hint :)
When she
got to Jim’s house, she could hear the TV. Dammit she had forgotten that Kieran
was arriving. She should have picked up the blueprints last night like she was
supposed to, but she just wasn’t in the mood for being sociable. Well, she’d pay for it now, she realised with
a sigh as she rang the bell, rather than using the house key.
A tall, lean, unshaven man
opened the door wearing only a pair of cut-off jeans. He smiled lazily,
sweeping the door wide, totally unperturbed that she had caught him half naked.
“The lovely Carla, I
presume?” Carla felt her face heat. Was
he laughing at her? What had Jim told him about her? Or maybe he was one of
these Irish rogues she had heard about, flattering a woman into the sack. Well,
he could save it; no way was she bedding Jim O’Brien’s brother. Even if he was
gorgeous….and muscular….and had molten chocolate eyes. Not even the cleft in
his chin was going to tempt her. Or the dimples in his cheeks. Or indeed the
twinkle in his eye. No! Stop it! Especially not the twinkle in his eye, she
mentally scolded, you know a twinkle is not good news.
“I’m here to pick up some
blueprints,” she said, quite abruptly. “They’re in the office apparently.”
“Ah, that would be my bedroom
now,” he said, eyes dancing with mischief. Carla gave a flustered reply, and
headed toward the office. It smelled of man and beer. Definitely one to watch: drinks
too much and enjoys flirting, she decided. She almost felt relieved. As if writing him off as husband material
gave her a sense of freedom. She didn’t have to impress. She located the envelope and returned
downstairs, deliberately averting her gaze from the open door of the master
bedroom. She didn’t like to think what went on in there. She wished she could
hate them, or even sneer at them as a miserable couple. But Carla didn’t have
that luxury. She headed toward the front
door, not even bothering to go to say goodbye, but Kieran’s voice halted her in
her tracks. She paused until he reached her.
“Will you have a coffee with me?
My charming family abandoned me and left me to my own devices on my first day
here and I don’t like talking to myself. The replies are most unsatisfactory.”
Although she still got the feeling
he was having a joke at her expense it seemed rude to refuse so she went to the
kitchen and filled a mug of coffee.
“Pancakes?” he offered.
“No, I’m dieting,” she said too
quickly. He eyed her up and down.
“You’re officially mad. Have you
looked in a mirror lately? You’ve a beautiful figure.”
That’s it, he’s definitely
mocking, she decided. He was becoming safer territory by the minute. Two could play at that game.
“And you must be pretty
comfortable with your body, since you like to entertain half naked,” she
retorted.
It was Kieran’s turn to look flustered.
“Shit, sorry. I forgot, be right back.” Carla listened to the sound of his bare
feet on the steps as he took them two at a time. She felt smug at making Kieran
feel as uncomfortable as he made her. When he returned he had a crumpled tee
shirt on. He made some remark about his
poor packing skills and not having got round to ironing. His embarrassment was
quite endearing. It put them on a level footing.
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