Good Enough to Share (Good Enough, Book 1 - Christmas) Read Free Page B

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fasten at the top so that I can almost see your lacy bra.” Shit, no way could I
pull the top any tighter it was stretched to its limits and I was beginning to
feel like I was doing a weird contortionist act. These outfits were obviously
made for real life elves…or kids, or girls who didn’t care. Sophie was leaning
in closer, so that he had a better chance of seeing exactly what she had down
hers, my guess was boobs and not much else. “Or it could be those sexy green stockings.
I think you girls need some protection though, not safe to be out and about
dressed like that.”
    “Are you
offering?” Sophie was tracing a fingernail slowly down his muscled forearm and
I didn’t need to glance down, just from the way his fingers tightened on his
pint I could tell he was tempted.
    “You know me, I
aim to please.” He drained his glass. “Back in five, just gotta talk to a man
about a - ”
    “Dog?”
    “Horse.” He nodded across the bar towards a stocky figure I recognized
from the local riding school, gave my waist a last squeeze and strode off with
his easy ground-swallowing gait. Yes, cowboy. Charlie might or might not be a
surfer dude, but Dane was definitely all cowboy.
    “He is
abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous isn’t he?” Sophie had her hand on my knee and was
leaning so far forward that one more inch and she’d be off her barstool and in
my lap. The wistful sigh told a story all of its own. “So, cough up, I’ve known
him since primary school, but where exactly did you bump into him?”
    I matched her eye
for eye. I had told her, but Sophie didn’t always listen, she was usually off
on a tangent dreaming up her next escapade. “In here, and then it turned out he
was the farrier on the yard.” She was giving me a slightly blank look. “You
know, farrier? He shoes my horse?”
    “Ah yes, I forgot
he did that.” It was my turn for the blank look, what else did a farrier do?
Duh.
    “He used to just
do ironwork for his dad at the forge, I forgot he’d branched out. We never
really talked about work.” She grinned and rested her chin in her hand. “So why
haven’t you snaffled him yet?”
    “Well, I can tell
you have.” She didn’t take offence, just grinned.
    “Well, you can’t
blame me, Dane was the hottest guy at school and he’s still pretty good to look
at. Pity…”
    “Pity what?” My voice
came out sharp even to my own ears.
    “Nothing.” She
shrugged, but I could tell there was something. “Just a pity he went a bit
weird after Sally.”
    “Sally?” Shit,
don’t you hate it when you’re the only one in town who doesn’t know what anyone
is talking about?
    “Oh, just some
girl he went off with, she had her claws deep into him that one, and then they
split and he just…”
    “Went weird?”
    “Well, he kind of
stopped dating as much, he flirts and everything but he’s a bit of a one date
guy.”
    “And you wanted two?”
    “Oh shit, no.” She
giggled. “I had him first, way before long, tall Sal. I like him just the way
he is as a laugh, but he just seems a bit, I dunno, antsy.” She drained her
glass and plonked it heavily on the bar. “Ideal for you right now, a good no strings
attached, no expectations shag.”
    I sighed.
“Sophie.” Whatever Sophie wanted she went out and got, which was one of the
fundamental differences between us. Going out and getting what I wanted at work
was easy, but men were different. And even worse after James. “I don’t want—”
    “You bloody do!”
She had a slightly calculating look in her eye. “You really want him, don’t
you?”
    “It is possible to
look and not touch.” I tried to be huffy and failed.
    “Oh, I don’t think
so. And he’s nice, and he likes you.”
    I laughed,
slightly nervously because something told me that she actually meant it. “We’re
mates with a bit of meaningless flirting thrown in.”
    “Flirting is never
meaningless, girl.”
    I guess my problem
is that meaningless doesn’t come