“Yeah, the modeling jobs pay nicely because he works often, but in addition, he renovates houses and sells them. And he rents out the spare rooms in this place. It’s got five bedrooms and a pretty nice garden.”
Abbie chewed her lip. That explained a lot.
Sophie shrugged and continued, “You know, he’s a bit of a hustler.”
“Oh, okay.” That was a little vague. But shit, he wasn’t her man, so she wouldn’t complain as long as Sophie was happy.
Although her overactive imagination kept picturing the beautiful living room tossed and destroyed because of a drug raid. In her mind’s eye she could just see the collaged photo, half as it was now and half as it would be after the raid with the mysterious Max sitting in the center of it all. Though somehow as Abbie pictured Max, she interchanged him with the knight in shining armor who’d just saved her life.
Sophie shrugged. “You can call him a bit of an entrepreneur.”
Right . “Well, this place is amazing.”
“Thanks. We like it.”
They heard the front door open downstairs, and Sophie grinned. “That’ll be him now.”
Abbie turned toward the heavy footsteps and stared.
“You must be Abbie. I’m Max.”
Abbie did her best to drag her eyes away from the tall specimen of man that strolled up the stairs from the kitchen with a confident swagger. His dirty blond hair dusted his collar and drifted into his face in thick layers. Wow . She knew women who would kill for hair like that.
His green eyes were lively and mischievous and framed by thick lashes. A strong angular jaw and high cheekbones completed the beautiful picture. The only thing that took away from the image of perfection was the bump on the bridge of his nose, but it made him more mysterious. “Nice to meet you.”
Instead of taking her proffered hand, he enveloped her in a hug that stunned her for a second. Great, another hugger . As quick as it flared, she batted down the irrational fear. She’d really have to remind Sophie that she didn’t like to be touched.
He pressed a quick peck to both of her cheeks. “Welcome to London. You’re all Sophie’s talked about.”
“Thank you. I’m excited to be here.”
Max pulled Sophie against his side as he asked, “You’re coming out with us tonight, right?”
Abbie glanced at Sophie for a little help. “What’s happening tonight?”
“Jasper’s DJing. You have to come. You can meet Lex and the rest of the gang. Say you’ll come,” Sophie pleaded.
Abbie hedged. She wanted to get started on some photos and explore a little. But it was also her first night out in London. And it wasn’t like she was set up for night shots yet, anyway. She was still waiting on her sister to ship some of her equipment. “Not too late, right? I have work I need to start on in the morning.”
Sophie rolled her eyes. “You were always so studious. Sure fine. But we’re not taking no for an answer.”
When was the last time she’d gone out on a school night? When was the last time she’d been spontaneous? She couldn’t remember. She’d locked herself in so tight she’d forgotten to breathe and have a little fun.
Thanks to Evan.
She slammed that thought away into a lock box. It was time to embrace her new life and the new her. The new her who went out on a school night. “Okay, but what the hell am I going to wear?”
Chapter 5
Apparently, Abbie had never been clubbing properly.
She and the girls had headed out with Max and some of the other models to the swank Mayfair neighborhood with its elegant row houses and gorgeous parks. The club had a name Abbie couldn’t pronounce and a line out the door that wrapped around the block. And that was the line for women.
Staring mulishly at her borrowed heels, she’d wondered why the hell she’d let Sophie dress her. There was no way she could endure that line in the four-inch stunners. They were beautiful with their red, black, and gold-braided straps, but she’d be ready to cut
A.L. Jambor, Lenore Butler