as he saw the blonde head appear round the door then had to suppress a surge of irritation as her solidly built friend followed her into the bar. He had hoped none of the cackling women with Taylor would come with her, even though heâd made the offer.
He lifted his hand to get their attention. Taylor gave a shy smile when she saw him and made her way over with her friend in tow. He only had eyes for the blonde. He was pretty sure it was her natural colour. He favoured blondes, especially good-lookers like her with decent boobs and hips that filled out her snug shirt and jeans. A simple gold chain hung around her neck. Not lots of jangly jewellery. He raised his gaze to her face as she came to a stop in front of him. And no heavy eye make-up.
âSorry weâre late,â Taylor said.
âDoesnât matter. Howâs your friend who was a bit green?â
âSleeping like a baby now,â the other woman cut in. âIâm Cass.â
He gave her offered hand a quick shake. âEdward,â he said.
Cass made a show of looking around him and up and down the bar.
âNo brother?â
Edward frowned. How did she know Peter?
âIgnore Cass.â Taylor gave her friend a playful slap on the wrist. âSheâs being silly.â
âCan I buy you ladies a drink?â
âThanks, Eddie, Iâll have a Bundy and coke.â
He turned his lips up in a tight smile. Few people called him Eddie. Heâd always hated it. âWhat about you Taylor? Still hankering for a beer?â
âYes, thanks,â she said.
He paid for the drinks and theyâd all taken their first sip when there was a crash of balls dropping on the pool table.
âMy favourite game,â Cass said. âBack in a while.â
He watched her walk over to where two guys were lining up the balls for a game.
âNot very subtle, is Cass.â
Edward turned back to see Taylor watching him with a smile on her lips.
âHope you donât mind. She insisted on coming with me,â she added
âIn case I was Jack the Ripper?â
âNo, she likes to have a good time. Eight-thirty was a bit early for her to turn in.â
She drained the rest of her glass. The look she gave him held a hint of dare. Heâd been right in thinking she was feisty behind the pretty face. He liked a woman who could take care of herself.
âMy shout,â she said. âYou up for a shot?â
Was he? Edwardâs grin stretched across his face. âYes maâam.â The night was fast improving.
An hour later they were still at the bar going shot for shot.
âYou like living here?â she asked.
âThere are worse places.â
âItâs such a different lifestyle.â She turned her back to the bar and leaned on it with both her elbows. He turned to look at what she was taking in. Cass, who hadnât lost a game since she started playing pool, still had a few guys hanging around keen to take her on. Several other people were propped at tall tables and a small group were playing darts at the other end of the bar.
âDifferent to what?â
âI donât know. The city I guess. Iâve had the odd weekend in the country. Life seems quiet, not as frantic.â
âDepends whoâs around and whatâs on. Some weekends you canât get to the bar for patrons.â He drained his beer. âIf itâs a party you want Iâm sure I can think of something.â
She laughed. It was a deep throaty sound. âSteady up, Ed. Just drinks, remember.â
Taylorâs cheeks glowed pink and he drank in the sparkle in her blue eyes. She was one very attractive woman. He didnât much like being called Ed either but he would put up with it for her.
CHAPTER
4
Taylor slipped from the motel and closed the door gently behind her. She was glad of her sunglasses. After the gloom of the curtained room the morning sun was bright. Mandy was still