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“And clearly you’re not.”
His pupils dilated, black blotting out silver. “How do you know?”
She allowed herself another lightning-fast scan—purely for research purposes, of course. “You’ve got oil stains on your jeans, and filthy boots,” she said airily. “Not exactly hard to work out. Besides, I get paid to observe people.”
He dropped the cigarette butt and ground it under his heel. “Really? What do you do?”
“Why would I tell you?” That was snarkier than she’d meant; blame it on rampant lust.
“No reason. Except I asked.”
“If you want me to enter into a conversation, a name would help.”
“Solo.”
“Ha-ha, where’s R2D2?”
He dead-panned her. “Yeah, I get that a lot. More often Luke Skywalker, but that’s the name I go by.”
Polly propped her butt on the wall and crossed her arms. It was just too…arousing,standing facing him. He must have noticed her nipples like little bullets pointing at him from under the flimsy fabric of her dress. “Do you live up to it?”
He sat down next to her. “What do you mean?”
“Do you fly solo?” It was out of her mouth before her brain cells could engage.
He chuckled. “Are you hitting on me?”
Fuckity fuck.“God. No! I just meant, are you a loner?”
“That depends,” he said. “And you?”
“After that apology for an answer, I’m not telling.”
“Ah, right. So, if a woman wants to ask personal questions, that’s fine, but if the guy makes a move, he gets a bad rap.”
Holy shit, is he making a move?
A quick sideways glance snagged on a muscular thigh almost nudging hers and it took all her energy not to whimper.
Solo gave an exaggerated sigh. “Anyway, when I saidand you,I meant what’s your name? Only fair—I told you mine.”
She hesitated. “Polly.”
“Nice.”
She gave a snort.
“I mean it. I like your name. Come on, you’ve just ridiculed mine and I’m being genuinely complimentary about yours. Why are you so tetchy?”
He had a point. She was being a prize cow. Too much alcohol because her fuck buddy had got married when she’d come to the erroneous conclusion he’d always be single, and now her complete mess-up of an introduction to the sexiest guy she’d encountered in months, possibly years, wasn’t something to be particularly proud of.
Pushing off the wall, she shoved a curl off her forehead and gifted him her best apologetic smile. “Okay, I admit it. Champagne makes my tongue muscle misbehave. Let’s start again. My name’s Polly and I’m here at my friend Jake’s wedding, and when I’m not being a complete bitch to men I’ve just met, I work as a social worker.”
She thought a brief shadow passed over his face, then his lips tipped into a grin. “Nice to meet you, Polly. Passing through on my way to take up a three-month contract in Perth. No offence taken. I quite enjoyed sparring with your bitchy alter-ego.”
“Thanks, I aim to please. What are you doing in Perth?”
Again that misting of his features. “Working on a building project.”
