Dead Man's Song (Pine Deep #2) Seduction of a Highland Lass (McCabe Trilogy #2)
No reason. He shrugged. The way you were talking, your tone, it was different than I’m used to hearing from you.
Jax’s eyebrow cocked higher. "Sounds like you want more than dessert."I blushed and took the napkin away from my neck. I didn’t have time for an innuendo war with Jax—I knew where those led, and the last thing I wanted was for the band to see the two of us lip-locked. And come to think of it why wasn’t Jax concerned they’d see him serving me?
Mr. President (White House #1)
"Uh, so when’s everyone getting here, anyway? The food’s getting cold."Jax finished making his own Riley and sipped it for the first time. He gave a half-smile, as if to say not bad. "The rest of the band’s probably gambling or hanging out in their own free suites. They weren’t invited anyway.""Huh? Then who’d you invite?" The room suddenly felt a whole lot warmer, and I took a large swig of plum and champagne.
Borne in Blood (Saint-Germain #20)
One of his eyebrows flicked upward, and a smile spread over his face.My hand flew to my mouth, and I almost spat the drink all over the bar.
Taking a hard swallow, I set the glass down and narrowed my eyes at Jax. "You must think I’m really naive, if you thought I’d fall for this."
"Fall for what?" He had the nerve to laugh.‘Cuggles!’ he shouted joyously, Coco Pops finished, as he launched himself at her again. Pearl hugged him back.
‘You are so damn cute,’ she said.’‘TV on,’ said Louis happily. He knew how to get his mother in a good mood.
Indebted Epilogue (Indebted #6.5)
‘No way,’ said Pearl. ‘We have things to do today.’It was a bright, frosty Friday morning when Pearl and Issy met outside the Cupcake Café. Their breath showed over the steaming cups of takeaway coffee they’d had to buy four hundred metres up the road. Pearl was dressed in a large pinafore and holding Louis by the hand.
Louis was an exquisite-looking child: roly-poly and caramel-coloured, with wide, sparkling eyes and a ready grin. He immediately took the proffered cake from his fond mother and sat down with two racing cars under the spindly tree.Issy, having left the house in such a positive mood, suddenly felt a bit nervous; this was almost like a blind date. If this worked out, they would be spending eight, nine, ten hours a day together. If it didn’t, that could be a disaster. Was it a huge mistake to be planning a business relationship with someone she’d only met once before? Or should she follow her gut instinct?
Her doubts, though, began to fade as she showed Pearl the shop, and took in her obvious excitement. Pearl could see absolutely what Issy saw in it; could envisage it finished. She even insisted on going down into the cellar. Why do you want to go down there? Issy had asked and Pearl had pointed out that before they agreed to do anything they might as well check that she could actually fit into the narrow stairway and Issy said of course she could, she wasn’t that big, and Pearl had snorted good-naturedly, but Issy did mentally plan to build out the counter another couple of inches, just for ease of use.The more Pearl saw, the more she liked it. It had character, this place. And Issy’s pear cake had been frankly amazing; lighter than air and lingering. If the venue scrubbed up right – and here in north London, where there were enough people who didn’t see anything wrong with paying over two pounds for a cup of coffee, she couldn’t see why it wouldn’t work – she’d love to work here. Issy seemed nice – a bit naïve in the ways of business, obviously, but everyone had to start somewhere – and a warm, cosy, scented café with friendly hungry people and reasonable hours would be a lot nicer than most of the places she’d worked, that was for sure.
But there was one problem. She loved him to bits but he was, undeniably, a problem.‘What opening hours were you thinking of?’ she asked.