Lucas looked her up
and down with a disdainful eye. If they even thought he would give this odd
little round woman a second glance they were wrong. How could they possibly
think she was his type?
Angelina’s gaze
connected instantly with the tall dark stranger as she warmly greeted Lillian
and Sean and hurried toward the fire, noting not only the quick dismissive up
and down glance he threw her way, but also the roll of his ice blue eyes.
Annoyed at his rudeness, and stung by his attitude, Angelina decided to spend
the evening baiting him.
Lillian took Angelina’s
coat and scarf, and she removed the woolly hat allowing a cascade of riotous
chestnut curls to tumble out as Sean handed her a warm glass of mulled wine.
“Hi! I’m Angelina, you
must be Adam?” Her big green eyes assessed him coldly.
“Lucas,” he said
gruffly.
“Oh
sorry, you look just like the description of Adam. Tall, dark, moody looking,
hook nose…”
Sean
almost choked on his wine and hurried into the kitchen to help Lillian. “You
stay here, keep Lucas company, and get warm,” Sean called as he went. “We’ll
have dinner ready in a jiffy!”
“I
do not have a hook nose!” Lucas retorted, turning to glare at her as their host
left the room.
“Sorry? Oh, no, you’re
right, I don’t suppose you do. Roman maybe, not quite hook, but close.”
Angelina, her pride still stinging from the cold reception his unkind gaze had
thrown her way as she entered her friend’s home, simply shrugged. “It hardly
matters anyway, does it? At least not to me.”
“What the hell is that
supposed to mean?” he ground out.
“I saw that disdainful
look when I walked in here Mister. I’m not interested in you either by the
way,” she informed him under her breath. She knew she was no great beauty, but
did he have to make her feel like he’d been handed the proverbial Christmas
lump of coal instead of a gift?
Lucas stared at her,
rolled his ice blues heavenward again and sat down opposite her on the couch.
“Truce?” he asked suddenly, “For our hosts’ sake?”
“Sure.”
Sean and Lillian walked
into the room to find their two best friends seated in silence. Not good. They
shared a worried glance but Sean didn’t expect anything else, knowing the pair,
but they were far better suited than either of them could ever guess. They were
two very headstrong and volatile personalities, sooner or later tonight there
might be a fireworks display. Sean rubbed his hands in front of the fire and
winked at his wife. She rolled her twinkling eyes heavenward.
***
Dinner
was good, crisp salad with homemade garlic bread sticks, and lasagna, followed
by warm caramel cake drizzled with melted chocolate and topped with whipped
cream for dessert. Lillian was the very best cook she knew and Angelina said
so, she always complimented her cooking. Lillian just smiled her thanks. Mr.
Cranky was watching her out of the corner of his eye, she wanted to kick him
under the table, the very least he could do was thank his host, the ungrateful
grouch. The man looked like he’d just stepped off the front page of a fashion
magazine, tall and broad shouldered but wearing an impeccably tailored dark
blue suit, she’d bet it was Armani. And with his jet black hair, icy blue eyes
and cold arrogant attitude, he was obviously aware of his own good looks and
quite fond of himself. How on earth did someone as warm as Sean know such a
stuck up pencil pusher? That epithet was probably way out of date she knew, but
it suited him nevertheless. He looked like he had a giant stick up his... well, she’d wasted enough time on him already.
When Angelina drew her
gaze away from their snooty guest to look at him questioningly, Sean’s lips
twitched and he was apparently having such a hard time keeping his amusement to
himself, she watched him fake a cough, then hurry off into the kitchen to hide
his laughter and choke down another drink. He’d pay for this later.
The evening was
and down with a disdainful eye. If they even thought he would give this odd
little round woman a second glance they were wrong. How could they possibly
think she was his type?
Angelina’s gaze
connected instantly with the tall dark stranger as she warmly greeted Lillian
and Sean and hurried toward the fire, noting not only the quick dismissive up
and down glance he threw her way, but also the roll of his ice blue eyes.
Annoyed at his rudeness, and stung by his attitude, Angelina decided to spend
the evening baiting him.
Lillian took Angelina’s
coat and scarf, and she removed the woolly hat allowing a cascade of riotous
chestnut curls to tumble out as Sean handed her a warm glass of mulled wine.
“Hi! I’m Angelina, you
must be Adam?” Her big green eyes assessed him coldly.
“Lucas,” he said
gruffly.
“Oh
sorry, you look just like the description of Adam. Tall, dark, moody looking,
hook nose…”
Sean
almost choked on his wine and hurried into the kitchen to help Lillian. “You
stay here, keep Lucas company, and get warm,” Sean called as he went. “We’ll
have dinner ready in a jiffy!”
“I
do not have a hook nose!” Lucas retorted, turning to glare at her as their host
left the room.
“Sorry? Oh, no, you’re
right, I don’t suppose you do. Roman maybe, not quite hook, but close.”
Angelina, her pride still stinging from the cold reception his unkind gaze had
thrown her way as she entered her friend’s home, simply shrugged. “It hardly
matters anyway, does it? At least not to me.”
“What the hell is that
supposed to mean?” he ground out.
“I saw that disdainful
look when I walked in here Mister. I’m not interested in you either by the
way,” she informed him under her breath. She knew she was no great beauty, but
did he have to make her feel like he’d been handed the proverbial Christmas
lump of coal instead of a gift?
Lucas stared at her,
rolled his ice blues heavenward again and sat down opposite her on the couch.
“Truce?” he asked suddenly, “For our hosts’ sake?”
“Sure.”
Sean and Lillian walked
into the room to find their two best friends seated in silence. Not good. They
shared a worried glance but Sean didn’t expect anything else, knowing the pair,
but they were far better suited than either of them could ever guess. They were
two very headstrong and volatile personalities, sooner or later tonight there
might be a fireworks display. Sean rubbed his hands in front of the fire and
winked at his wife. She rolled her twinkling eyes heavenward.
***
Dinner
was good, crisp salad with homemade garlic bread sticks, and lasagna, followed
by warm caramel cake drizzled with melted chocolate and topped with whipped
cream for dessert. Lillian was the very best cook she knew and Angelina said
so, she always complimented her cooking. Lillian just smiled her thanks. Mr.
Cranky was watching her out of the corner of his eye, she wanted to kick him
under the table, the very least he could do was thank his host, the ungrateful
grouch. The man looked like he’d just stepped off the front page of a fashion
magazine, tall and broad shouldered but wearing an impeccably tailored dark
blue suit, she’d bet it was Armani. And with his jet black hair, icy blue eyes
and cold arrogant attitude, he was obviously aware of his own good looks and
quite fond of himself. How on earth did someone as warm as Sean know such a
stuck up pencil pusher? That epithet was probably way out of date she knew, but
it suited him nevertheless. He looked like he had a giant stick up his... well, she’d wasted enough time on him already.
When Angelina drew her
gaze away from their snooty guest to look at him questioningly, Sean’s lips
twitched and he was apparently having such a hard time keeping his amusement to
himself, she watched him fake a cough, then hurry off into the kitchen to hide
his laughter and choke down another drink. He’d pay for this later.
The evening was
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