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want.”
    Those lush lips
pursed.
    He grinned
faintly. “Tuck my shirt in.”
    That firm
little chin lifted a little.
    “Check I
haven’t got a wedgie?”
    She studied him
so closely for several long, silent seconds that he started to
wonder if he had food or Jess’s lipstick his face. Running a hand
across his face, he checked his fingers. No, no food or lipstick.
He cast a glance down at his shirt. Nothing there either, so what
was Sophie staring at?
    He cast his
gaze back up at her. Yep, she was still staring at him. Far from
being uncomfortable, he grinned. “Look your fill, honey. It’s not
often you get a chance to check out a body like this.”
    Sophie rolled
her eyes and flopped down in an armchair opposite him.
    Alan patted the
sofa cushion beside him. “Come on, Soph, be friendly.”
    “Why do you
need friendly when you’ve already - you know?”
    “Because…” He
sighed and dropped his head back against the sofa. “Because I
didn’t get to - you know.”
    “Your
girlfriend give you your marching orders?”
    “No. Call
out.”
    “She’s a cop,
too?”
    “Paramedic.
Things happen.”
    There was
silence for several seconds before Sophie suggested, “Cold shower
needed?”
    Alan gazed down
his nose at her. “I have it under control.”
    “I hope so.
There’s only so much I can take in one day.”
    “Take?” That
familiar urge to tease shy little Sophie stole over him and he
tipped his head forward so he could study her with interest. “What,
exactly, are you taking?”
    Give the chick
credit, she simply crossed her legs and eyed him back calmly.
“Nothing you’ve got to offer, that’s for sure.”
    Oh ho! That particular comeback had
him blinking in interest. “How would you know what I’m
offering?”
    “Why would you
be interested in what I’m taking?”
    “So you are taking something.”
    “No.” She
folded her arms across her chest, her generous breasts riding over
the top.
    Only Alan
couldn’t get an eyeful because her cotton dressing gown was
buttoned from hem to throat. Shame really, because those generous
boobs were causing all sorts of interesting things to cross his
mind.
    “So your
girlfriend is a paramedic.” Sophie said.
    “Well, she’s
not really my girlfriend as such.”
    “You just
met?”
    “We’ve known
each other awhile. Saw each other at accidents and things.” Alan
shrugged. “We’ve been out a couple of times, nothing
exclusive.”
    “Really?”
    “Yeah.” Alan
winked at her. “I’m free if you are.”
    She just looked
at him.
    A sudden
thought occurred to him, one he found he didn’t actually like which
was downright weird. “You are free?”
    “Define
free.”
    Growing
serious, his gaze dropped to her hand. No engagement ring. No
friendship ring. “Are you seeing anyone?”
    “Not right
now.”
    “Ah.” Some
hidden tension he hadn’t been aware of eased. “Good.”
    Her eyebrows
shot upward.
    “I mean…never
mind.” Curiosity spread through him. Looking at her sitting in the
armchair, he was struck anew at how she’d changed. Oh, she was
still Sophie, with her big eyes and thick, dark brown, almost
black, hair currently confined in a long braid, but it had been
years since he’d seen her. “How’ve you been doing, Soph?”
    She was
obviously surprised. “What?”
    “Seriously.
What’s been going on in your life?”
    “Um, well…” She
shrugged. “Nothing much.”
    “You’re a
writer,” he said bluntly. “A successful one. I wouldn’t say that’s
nothing much.”
    “That was
luck.”
    “And good
writing.” Some things hadn’t changed. “You shouldn’t make small of
your successes.”
    “I’m not.” Now
she was getting defensive, her foot starting to rock, the pink
slipper with the -
    “Holy cow!” His
mouth dropped open. “Have you got on cat heels?”
    She looked from
his face to her slippers. “They’re called kitten heels.”
    “With pink
fluff and everything!” And pink toe nail polish. Oh, that