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shook her head at her lame little joke. But the amusement warmed her veins better than the energising coffee she’d just swallowed.

      ‘Tell you what, Ms Spa Treatment, seeing you’ve lost your day at the salon, let me take you out instead. We’ll see how much better you feel after some fresh air.’

      She met the inviting blue pools that were his eyes and couldn’t ignore the tingling sensation spreading over her skin. Had she bumped her head in that accident and not realised? Because she was thinking all kinds of weird thoughts now—such as that this guy might actually be hitting on her. And that just couldn’t be possible. ‘Um…’

      ‘Come on, come and have some fun.’

      ‘It isn’t fun outdoors.’

      ‘You’re afraid.’ The smallest hint of provocation sharpened his gaze.

      No,’ she denied, ‘I’m just not.’ Believing this guy had just asked her out. ‘Interested.’

      ‘Really?’ His voice dropped to a whisper. ‘Not even a little bit?’

      She swallowed. He knew he was gorgeous, didn’t he? But before she could think up even a vaguely suitable reply, he tweaked her nerves that bit harder.

      ‘You don’t like a challenge?’

      ‘You’re seriously suggesting that a day outdoors would be better than a day at a spa.’ She finally managed to answer, amazed her voice didn’t break like a teen boy’s.

      ‘A million times better.’

      ‘That’s quite some promise.’ She sipped the last drop of her coffee and wrinkled her nose as she got the bitter bits.

      ‘You’re going to take me up on it?’

      She avoided his eyes as she thought about it. Really, it was a no-brainer. She couldn’t bear the thought of going to the spa and apologising for her tardiness now. And she couldn’t go to work. As the only female designer, Kelsi felt a certain pressure to do better than the boys, but working extreme hours on a deadline had left her jaded and in need of a break—something her boss had noticed, hence the spa thing. She couldn’t let them know she hadn’t showed up.

      And what else would she do? She’d been working so hard since moving here she hadn’t had time to build a huge social life out of work. Honestly, she hadn’t built much of a social life at work either—her new computerboy colleagues were all into gaming and she wasn’t. That pretty much ended it. But she was quite sure Jack didn’t have social life issues. He was in a whole other league altogether—handsome, charming, bound to be a player. ‘You don’t have anything better to do?’

      ‘Not right now. No.’

      Her body was the ice cream, temptation the raspberry ripple—churning right through and flavouring every bit of herself. ‘What’s in it for you?’

      ‘The pleasure of seeing you cross over to the light side.’

      ‘The outdoor appreciation society, you mean?’

      ‘We might need to get something better for you to wear, though.’ His gaze narrowed.

      She stiffened—was he about to tell her what she should wear?

      ‘I thought girls were over the Goth phase by the time they hit their twenties.’ He smiled, skewering her on two fronts—with his gleaming expression and teasing words.

      But Kelsi’s swift flash of anger got doused by that expression. If her instincts were on track, he didn’t think her outfit was all that ugly.

      ‘I’m not Goth,’ she said, feeling his eyes burning through her—making her body respond in a far too physical way.

      ‘Emo then. The whole vampire thing, isn’t it?’ he asked softly. ‘Pale skin and weird-coloured eyes and loose dark clothes.’

      Kelsi clasped her hands together in front of her body, hiding the tightness of her nerves—and nipples. ‘I am not on the vampire bandwagon. I change my hair and eye colour all the time. And the pale skin I can’t help.’ The loose dark clothing accusation she had to admit to—but she had reason. ‘Covering up protects it from the sun.’

      She watched him look her over once more and half wished she were wearing her usual ten layers or so instead of just the one long dress. In fact, its spaghetti straps and thin, clinging fabric meant she was far more exposed than usual.

      ‘See, you are a vampire.’ He grinned suddenly, wickedly. ‘Concealing yourself.’

      ‘I’m revealing myself.’ She laughed at his ridiculousness. ‘It’s self-expression. I work in a creative industry.’

      ‘What, so you have to look as way out as possible? With dyed hair and unnatural eyes?’ He leant forward, penetrating. ‘What’s their real colour anyway?’

      She flexed her fingers, moving to disperse some energy. ‘Nothing exciting.’

      ‘No?’

      ‘Some people accessorise with handbags or shoes or both. I accessorise with eye colour or pattern.’

      ‘Pattern?’ His brows shot up. ‘Patterns on your eyes?’

      ‘Sure.’ She had the most fabulous collection of freaky contacts. Shopping on the internet was a temptation to which she frequently succumbed.

      ‘Why?’

      ‘Why not?’ It was different. It wasn’t the typical beautiful babe thing—she wasn’t ever going to be pretty or beautiful. She couldn’t compete with that—but she could do quirky. She could do defence.

      ‘You’re like an inverse chameleon. You hope people won’t see past the surface?’ He nailed her just like that. He finished his coffee and stood. ‘Come on, then, so long as you’re sure you’re not going to eviscerate if you go into the sunshine, let’s get out of here.’

      It wasn’t the sun that threatened to eviscerate her. It was his burning focus.

      On the footpath outside he tossed the car keys at her. ‘I just need to get something. Be a minute.’

      She caught the keys and watched him walk unevenly across the road into the snow’n’skate store.

      This was her opportunity to escape him—to get in the car and put her foot on the accelerator to the spa and apologise for lateness. But as if she was going to do that—she hadn’t wanted to go there anyway. And as if she was going to pass up an opportunity to spend some time with a good-humoured guy who looked as if he’d just stepped out of a sportswear catalogue?

      She might be different, but she wasn’t crazy.

      She got into the car and scooted the driver’s seat forward again so her feet could reach the pedals. He was back in a minute as he’d said, clutching an uber-hip recyclable shopping bag with the store’s logo.

      ‘You have friends in there?’

      He just winked, chucking the bag on the back seat and fixing the legroom in the passenger seat. ‘You sure you’re OK to drive?’

      With a flourish she curled her fingers round the steering wheel. ‘I’m fine.’

      He leaned close. ‘No more urgent grooming matters to attend to?’ His voice was the auditory equivalent of chocolate sauce—warm and smooth and ready for a berry to be dipped in it.

      ‘I think the pedestrian population is safe now,’ she muttered, trying to get her pulse to stop its rapid acceleration.

      ‘Great. Then take the first left.’

      She did exactly that and in only a hundred metres or so had to stop—a red light. Naturally. But as she paused he leaned across her seat, reaching his long arm down between her legs.

      ‘What are you doing?’ she gasped. ‘I’m trying to drive.’ She lifted both hands from the wheel, undecided

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