Single Girl Abroad (Mills & Boon M&B) (Mills & Boon Special Releases) Read Online Free

herself as she turned her head to look at him in an attempt to lessen the impact of that clear golden gaze. ‘But Jake’s right. I consider him a friend. I’m glad to hear that he considers me one.’
    ‘You didn’t know that he thinks of you as a friend?’ asked Luke with the lift of an eyebrow.
    ‘Your brother’s not an easy man to read,’ she offered with a slight smile. Madeline pitied the woman who set her sights on Jacob Bennett, she really did. ‘He doles hissmiles and his welcomes out sparingly. You, on the other hand, don’t.’
    ‘Is this a bad thing?’ The smile Luke bestowed on her held more than its share of wicked charm.
    ‘For you? No.’ For the women on the receiving end of those easy smiles, she thought it might be. Time to stop gazing at that arresting face and concentrate on something else, decided Madeline. Like the stretch of a grey T-shirt over a chest wide and muscled. Like the play of veins from his elbows to his wrists as he leaned in beside her, his forearms on the table and his attention on the toaster.
    Luke’s shoulder brushed hers, ever so briefly, and ever so deliberately. No way did this man not know where every millimetre of his was at any given time. He turned his head towards her and his gaze skated over her face and came to rest on her mouth with a focus that made Madeline’s breath hitch somewhere in her throat and stay there.
    Madeline’s gaze slid helplessly to the sensual curve of
his
lips. Passion abundant, yet underscored by a firmness that hinted at iron control when Luke wanted control. Laughter in the grooves around the edges of those lips.
    ‘Seen enough?’ he murmured, and she who never blushed felt warmth creep up her neck and along her cheeks.
    ‘I think so.’ Cursing his appeal and her blatant reaction to it, Madeline turned her attention back to the apparatus on the table. ‘Where were we?’
    ‘No idea,’ he said. ‘But I think we should get it over with. It’d speed things up and, seeing as I’m only here for a week …’
    ‘Get what over with?’
    ‘Our first kiss.’ They were side by side, shoulder to shoulder, as he picked up the tiny wire cutters and carefully turned the detonator over to reveal another half a dozen wires. ‘One of them will disable the detonator without jamming the toaster. Question is, which one?’
    ‘I don’t know.’
    ‘You want to hazard a guess?’
    ‘Not particularly,’ she said. ‘I like to know what I’m doing—and why—before I do it. Take kissing you, for example.’
    ‘Good example,’ he said.
    ‘Happens I do know my way around a man’s mouth,’ she murmured. ‘Thing is, I’m not altogether sure
why
I’d want to kiss a man who despises me.’ She needed to see his face for this next question. She needed to think she wouldn’t get lost when she looked his way. ‘Is it the money you despise or the way I acquired it?’
    ‘Maybe you didn’t marry for money,’ he said, his eyes not leaving her face as he threw down his own question. ‘Maybe you loved your late husband.’
    Maddy stared into those warm tiger eyes for a very long time, wishing her answer could have been different. Wishing she could have said yes, yes, she had. But the one thing Madeline had never been was a liar and she didn’t intend to start now, no matter how strong the temptation. ‘I married William Delacourte for security and for the lifestyle he could give me. He was a good man. I respected him and never cheated on him. But if you’re asking me whether I loved him when I married him the answer is no.’
    Luke Bennett didn’t like that answer. She could see questions in his eyes—so many questions she didn’t know how to answer—and behind the questions, condemnation.
    ‘Did you sleep with him?’ he asked.
    ‘Have
you
been in love with every woman you’ve ever slept with?’ she answered coolly.
    ‘No,’ he answered, equally cool. ‘Did he know you didn’t love him?’
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘Poor bastard,’