Читать книгу More than a Fling? - Joss Wood - Страница 2

Ross almost looked around, in the vague hope that someone else had suddenly joined the conversation, because he could not believe that those words had come from his own mouth. What an idiot.

He looked at Ally, who looked as shocked as he was feeling. He expected her to make a fish noise at any minute. The words had slipped out. He’d been thinking them, but he normally managed to keep his thoughts behind his teeth. It was pushing her into a corner, asking her to go beyond the call of duty. Of course she would say no—probably at the same time that she threw that glass of red wine in his face.

And he would so deserve it. What was he thinking? Oh, wait … Maybe he wasn’t thinking … maybe he was allowing his little head to do the talking.

Ally just stared at him with her surprised fish face and he shifted in his chair. He wished she would say something and give him a hint of the amount of crap he’d just jumped into.

He lifted his hands in a gesture of apology. ‘Sorry. That was …’

‘Rude? Inappropriate? Offensive?’ Ally tapped her finger against the white tablecloth.

‘All of the above?’

‘Damn right.’

She shrugged a slim shoulder and smiled. Smiled?

‘Okay, let’s go.’

Whoa! Stop the bus! She was prepared to do this? Had he heard her correctly? No, he couldn’t have.

‘Seriously?’