A Convenient Proposal. HELEN BROOKSЧитать онлайн книгу.
yet?’
She hadn’t expected him to remember, and now her cheeks matched her poppy-red cashmere jumper. ‘Not yet, but he seems to think it might happen in late spring.’
Quinn nodded slowly. ‘So, something to aim for?’
It was a question, not a statement, and she stared at him for some moments. He saw too much, this man. ‘Yes.’ It was short and cryptic.
‘That wasn’t a criticism, Candy. Everyone has to have something to aim for. There was a time in my life when my career became my salvation.’ He had felt her tension slam the door shut, although he didn’t betray it, his tone easy and casual.
‘And now?’
‘Now?’ Quinn looked down at his bare feet for a moment, considering his answer as he raked back that errant lock of hair from his forehead.
He still hadn’t had a haircut, Candy thought, but he was one of the few men she had come across who could wear his hair over-long and look even more masculine if anything.
‘Now it’s my life,’ he said simply, raising his eyes to take hers, ‘and I like it that way.’
What was he saying exactly? Candy stared at him, conscious of the fact that she couldn’t very well ask him the sort of leading personal questions she would like to when she wouldn’t afford Quinn the same privilege. He obviously wasn’t going to say any more and so she nodded dismissively, her voice flat as she said, ‘That’s exactly how I feel; my career is my life. I want to succeed and that takes dedication and effort.’
‘It appears we’re kindred spirits,’ he observed with a lazy smile that made Candy’s heart beat a little faster, ‘so how about burying the hatchet and being friends as well? Ready to start again?’
‘What?’ She was honestly bewildered at the turnabout in conversation.
‘We got off on the wrong foot,’ Quinn said pleasantly, ‘and I take full blame for that. You had the idea I was going to hover over you like a guardian angel and report back to Essie and Xavier, right?’
‘I…’ It was exactly what she had thought.
‘And maybe there was an element of something like that in my thinking before I met you.’ He raised dark eyebrows. ‘But believe me, Candy, I realised my mistake very quickly. You are quite capable of looking after yourself, as you’ve made very clear.’
The dry note in his voice was very distinct, but this time Candy refused to blush.
‘It seems ridiculous that with you knowing few people at present and our mutual connections we can’t be on good terms. Agreed?’
Candy looked at him blankly as her mind raced at express speed. There were no doubt thousands, millions of men and women who managed to have perfectly platonic friendships with members of the opposite sex. And if it had been nice little Jamie in front of her—whom she’d met briefly at Essie’s wedding—she would probably be agreeing enthusiastically to what had just been voiced. But it wasn’t the freckle-faced, ginger-haired Jamie gazing down at her. It was Quinn. And Quinn was… Well, he wasn’t five-foot-eight with freckles and a snub nose.
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