Part 162 (1/2)

He merely lifted a brow, smiled, then drank. ”lion't worry about it.

Just think of me as one of the family.”

She didn't care to be backed into the tiny kitchen with him. When she

started through the doorway he s.h.i.+fted just enough to have their bodies

brush. It was deliberately suggestive, and shocking because he'd been

nothing but the polite friend of a friend to that point. When she

jerked away, he laughed.

”Do I make you nervous, Emma?”

”No.” It was a lie, and not a very good one. She had tried not to think

of him as a man, not the way a woman thought of a man. But his thighs

had been long and hard when hers had knocked against them. ”Are you and

Marianne going out?”

”That's the plan.” He had a habit of running his tongue over the top of

his teeth before he smiled, like a man about to enjoy a long, succulent

meal. ”Want to join us?”

”I don't think so.” On the one occasion Marianne had talked her into

going with them, Emma had found herself dragged from club to club,

dodging paparazzi.

”You don't get out enough, sweetheart.”

She jerked her head back when he reached out to toy with her hair. ”I've

got work to do.”

”Speaking of which, did you ever print those shots you took of me?”

”Yes. They're drying.”

”Mind if I have a look?”

With a restless move of her shoulders, she started toward her darkroom.

She wasn't afraid of him, she a.s.sured herself If he was testing the