Flirting With Danger Read Free

halfway to her mouth. “As if you’d know. Nobody
     would want to take your photo.”
    “Hey, it has happened.” He grinned. “And all I had to do was lie there. But you’re
     right, it was really hard.”
    “Oh, please.” She coughed as a lump of chicken went down the wrong way. “I’m eating.”
     And now she had the image of Aaron lying naked on a bed stuck in her head. Great.
    Well, yes, it was great, actually.
    “I could pat your back.”
    “Not if you value your hand,” she snapped. “Speaking of broken bones, if that photographer
     had given me one more blasted order… Feet together! Chin up! Who does he think he
     is?”
    “The man who’s paid to take the pictures.”
    “He’s lucky he’s still got a camera to do it with.”
    “O-kay. Photos all finished now?”
    “Not quite. He’s got the bride and groom up a gum tree. Leanne will kill him if her
     dress gets damaged.” She brightened at the thought. “Here’s hoping.”
    Aaron chuckled, then said, “Now that you mention dresses…did Leanne choose fire-engine
     red for yours, or was it your own choice?”
    “Leanne did, and beneath her ivory dress she’s wearing red shoes. I think she would
     have worn a red dress too if she could have.”
    “Why didn’t she? It’s her wedding.”
    Jasmine snorted. “You don’t know her mother.”
    “Would you let your mother dictate what color wedding dress you should wear?”
    She looked down at her food, avoiding his eyes. She didn’t talk about her mother—not
     with anyone, and certainly not with Aaron. She drew in a steadying breath and said
     in a firm voice, “My mother’s dead, but in Leanne’s place, of course I wouldn’t.”
    After a pause he said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
    Looking up, she glimpsed something soft in his eyes. Sympathy, maybe. Disconcerted,
     she turned to pile additional food onto her plate, then turned back to see Aaron shaking
     his head.
    “What?”
    “You eat more than anyone I know.”
    “The women you know are afraid to eat anything that’s not dictated by the latest celebrity
     diet.”
    “I said, anyone. Male or female.”
    She shrugged. “You’re just jealous because it takes a lot of work to maintain that
     perfect six-pack you’ve got going on there, whereas I’ll run this off tomorrow morning,
     no problem.”
    “At least you acknowledge that my six-pack is perfect.”
    She rolled her eyes. The rest of his body was pretty spectacular too. No doubt he
     already knew that.
    “Speaking of women, couldn’t you find anyone foolish enough to be your date today?”
    “Change of plan,” he said. “I was going to bring Tracey, but after our date last night,
     I decided against it.”
    “Ooh, she was going to be a two-nighter?”
    He shrugged.
    “So where did you go last night?”
    “The seafood restaurant at the marina. She could have told me that she didn’t eat
     seafood when I said I was going to make the reservation. Apparently she went to Sea
     World as a child. While they were eating fish and chips for lunch her brother told
     her she was eating the slow learners. She hasn’t eaten fish since then.”
    Jasmine laughed. “And that’s why you dumped her? Jeez, you’re a man with hidden shallows.”
    “Put down the plate, and step away from the table,” Sasha said as she appeared at
     her shoulder. “You haven’t dropped any food on your dress, have you?”
    “Not yet, why?”
    “The photographer wants us to go back for more pictures with Leanne. He’s had a brilliant
     idea for a pose for the three of us,” she said with an eye roll. “He’s an artist,
     you know. We have to humor him.” Sasha flashed a flirty smile at Aaron. “Hi.”
    “Hi, Sasha. You look beautiful.” His smile was equally flirty, and the color in Sasha’s
     cheeks deepened till it matched her dress.
    Jasmine blinked. He didn’t even have to work at it, did he? One smile and women fell
     at his feet. She grasped Sasha’s arm and tugged.