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.Matt wore clothes well.No doubt about it.But for years, as the Blend’s coffee buyer, he rarely wore anything fancier than sturdy hiking boots, well-worn jeans, and fraying rock band T-shirts.Trekking the Third World’s high-altitude coffee farms for the choicest cherries was light-years from a fashion show runway, which is why I was sure tonight’s obviously pricey outfit had been handpicked by Breanne.This was nothing new, of course.Since they’d started dating, Bree had been dolling up Matt like one of Trend’s cover models.She’d probably paid for the garments, too, or gotten them gratis from one of her designer friends.“What is it you want to say to me, Matt? Make it quick.”“I miss you,” he declared, his big brown bedroomy eyes wide.“You do not.”“Do, too.”I folded my arms.“You’re not blinking.”Matt pointed to his eyes and blinked.“I miss you, Clare.I miss your…down-to-earthedness—”“My what?”“I miss your smile, your wisecracks, your coffee—”“You have no shame, you know that? I don’t think there’s one decent bone in your body.”“No, Clare.There’s where you’re wrong.I have one decent bone.” Matt held up his right arm, still wrapped in the plaster cast.He shook his head.“Don’t you remember how this happened to me?”Damn.I frowned, recalling Matt’s flying Zorro act.I’d been on the trail of a murderer, and I’d roped Matt in to helping me.But when the gun went off, it was Matt who threw himself into harm’s way, wrestling the killer to the floor.He’d gotten his arm broken for his trouble.A wave of guilt doused some of the fury I’d been fanning.“I remember, Matt.I do,” I told him with a sigh.“And you know I’m sorry about what happened.I hated seeing you get hurt like that…”Matt shrugged.“The cast’s coming off soon.No big deal.And it was fun letting Bree play nurse for a while.She and her people took good care of me.But you see, Clare…” He continued moving across the bedroom.“Breanne isn’t the woman I’ve been thinking about—”“Stop it, Matt.”“I’ve been lying in bed alone these past few nights, Clare, thinking of you—”“Because Bree’s traveling.And you’re a child.Out of sight, out of mind.”Matt stopped right in front of me.“Bree isn’t the woman I’ve been wanting to kiss—”“Have you been drinking?”“Just a bottle of Riesling.”“An entire bottle?”Matt grinned and nodded.“Château Bela, Slovakia 2003.Eric Ripert personally recommended it to Bree during a launch party at Le Bernardin.She scored an entire case.I’ll tell you, that woman has one impressive wine collection.”“How long ago did you drink it? The bottle?”Matt shrugged.“It doesn’t matter.It’s not the alcohol talking—”“No…It’s the part of your anatomy that Bree’s momentarily neglecting.”Matt laughed.“Say that three times fast.Anatomy, momentarily neglecting.” He laughed again.“You are drunk.”“Why do you think I was trying to make coffee?”I sighed, wondering if Breanne knew this about my ex.Matteo Allegro could calmly hike through a Costa Rican mud slide or fearlessly fight his way out of a Bangkok bar brawl, but when it came to handling the minor curveballs of domestic living, he often needed a flotation device.Well, at least this time he turned to a 2003 Château Bela instead of a line of Bolivian marching powder.For that, I have to give him credit.“Okay, Matt, okay.Let’s go back downstairs and get you some coffee.” I moved to walk around him, but he caught my arm.“I am sorry, Clare, about messing up your date.I really did figure you’d be at Quinn’s place.Will you forgive me?”I took a deep breath and let it out.It wasn’t easy to let go of my righteous anger, but I did owe Matt.The cast alone was a reminder of what he’d gone through for me.“Yes, Matt.I forgive you.All right? Let’s move on…”“Okay,” Matt agreed, but his left hand failed to release my upper arm.The heat of his fingers penetrated the sleeve of my sheer blouse.His eyes met mine, and he leaned closer.I leaned back.“Matt…that’s not moving on.”“Just one kiss? I’ve been so lonely.”“Oh, please.”“One kiss.What’s the big deal? It’ll only take a second [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]