cabernet merlot?â
Nelson reddened, clearly worried that she might have heard what they were talking about. Seb, however, appeared completely unfazed by her sudden reappearance. His lip curled slightly as his thumb and forefinger played with the stem of his glass.
âDelicious.â
âThank you.â She tossed her head. âIâll be sure to tell the winemaker that heâs doing a marvellous job, next time Iâm on my estate down south.â She knew she sounded completely snooty but just couldnât help herself.
Nelson cleared his throat nervously. âYou own a winery down south?â
âMy family does. But for me itâs really just a hobby on the side.â
âIs that so?â Sebâs lips curled even more.
âYes.â Claudia glared at him. âWhen I finished high school I went to law school. Graduated top of my class.â
âReally?â
âAnd I supposed you passed the bar exam too?â
âWith flying colours,â she shot at him.
âLet me guess,â Seb smirked, âyou found law too boring to practise so you went home to play.â
She lifted her chin. âItâs more complicated than that.â
âWhy? Because now youâre back in town to work at a bar. Just not the one you qualified for.â He polished off his wine. âA plausible story.â
âOh, I donât work here.â She shook her head. âI just came to visit a friend.â
Seb stood up, dropping a fifty-dollar note on the counter. âSweetheart, just keep the change.â
Claudia saw red. A vein near her temple began to throb as Nelson stood up quickly too, grabbing both document bags from the ground.
âYou really think youâre a good judge of character, donât you?â she said quietly.
âMy attention to detail has often been remarked upon,â Sebastian admitted without modesty.
âSo has mine.â Claudiaâs eyes narrowed, indicating his person with flick of her hand. âThe tailored suit, a little too expensive for the B-grade executive because youâve had it specially made to show youâre a cut above the rest. You need that because youâve got no friends to tell you so, no free time to spend with them even if you did. And why black? Itâs the colour of your soul and your complete and utter loss of faith in humanity.â
She did gain a lot of satisfaction at the way his eyes rounded as each of her little darts found home. There was a pause, but he wasnât done.
âAh,â he returned in a patronising tone, âdonât try and play games that are above your grade.â
She knew in that moment that her temper was about to get the better of her and she was going to do something rash.
But to hell with it.
She was mad enough to spit fire.
âWhat did you say your name was again?â
âI didnât.â He looked back over his broad shoulder as he began to walk away. âYou are unlikely to need it, given we move in completely different circles.â
And thatâs when that rash action she had dreaded took hold.
âYouâre completely right, of course. I doubt my Uncle Cyril or Uncle Robert would ever have heard of you.â
At these words, Seb stopped and turned back.
Thatâs it, prick. Take a second look.
At this stage, she was feeling not in the least bit guilty about borrowing Bronwynâs family for a couple of seconds. In fact, she was sure her best friend would approve.
âThe Eddingses?â Sebastian raised an eyebrow.
âThatâs right,â Claudia lifted her chin. Somebody needed to take this guy down a notch.
âYou really have no shame, do you?â
Claudia drew in a sharp breath as Seb and Nelson walked out. She thumped her forehead with her fist.
Seriously, girl, your uncles?
She shut her eyes as hot embarrassment streaked through her. It was no wonder he didnât believe her.
Kevin J. Anderson, Rebecca Moesta