Mirin, Christelle - Emma's Heart (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Christelle Mirin Page B
Authors: Christelle Mirin
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dropped her hand from her ear and chuckled. “We’re some pair, huh? Both of us a bit on the bleary side and not a drink in sight.”
Those blue eyes were trained on her, a look of intensity creasing his forehead. Emma felt almost like a bug under a magnifying glass. Strangely, the feeling didn’t bother her. What was it about this guy?
“Would you like to go have a drink?” the guy asked, out of the blue and speaking a hundred miles an hour.
A weird fluttering tickled inside Emma’s chest then was gone. “You know, I wouldn’t mind that at all. Looks like it might be kicking up a storm anyway.” Maybe he was interested in her. Going for just one drink wouldn’t hurt, would it?
The young man smiled for the first time, dimples in his cheeks deep, his straight white teeth nearly sparkling. Emma’s stomach tightened. This man before her was even more handsome when he smiled. Emma drew in a slow breath and forced herself to relax. It wasn’t like one drink was going to lead to anything more.
The young man stood up, carefully lifting his coat from the back of the bench and draping it over his arm. “Shall we meet at The Neighborhood? It’s a pub about six blocks down, on the corner at West 117 th ?”
Emma stood, sliding her hand into the pocket of her jeans, and pulled out her keys. “You sure I can’t give you a ride…I’m sorry, but I don’t know your name?”
“Logan.” He offered his hand.
Emma took it, noticing how soft and warm it was and how nice it would feel sliding up her thigh— “My name is Emma.”
“Glad to meet you, Emma.” Logan pulled his hand gently out of the handshake. “I hope you don’t mind that I prefer to meet you at the pub instead of riding with you. I don’t want to leave my car parked here. You’re not offended in any way, are you?”
Emma shook her head. “Of course not. Why would that offend me? I totally understand, and I’ll tell you what, I’ll buy the first round.”
That smile again, blooming on his lips. Damn.
“I’ll see you in a few minutes then.” Logan turned and began to cross the park to another parking lot.
Emma watched him go. Even the young man’s walk seemed familiar. Emma tossed her keys up in the air a few inches then caught them in the same hand, feeling better than she had a few minutes ago. Turning, she headed for her car, wondering where in the world she’d seen Logan before. It wasn’t that she’d seen him once or twice, either. It felt more familiar than that. Like she’d seen him every day or something.
She beeped the lock on her car and slid into the driver’s seat, still puzzled. She started the car and backed out of the space and turned toward 117 th Street. Maybe she could solve the mystery of where she’d seen Logan over a drink.
The way Logan talked though, the words he chose and the way he said them, even the way his mouth moved when he talked gave Emma the impression he wasn’t a beer-drinking kind of guy. Even the word “guy” didn’t fit him. “Young man” was better. Emma shook her head, wrist resting on the steering wheel while she waited for the traffic light to change. Logan seemed so upper crust and higher class that she couldn’t imagine where she’d met him before. What made him ask me out for a drink? I’m not like him. It must be because he was interested in her.
The light changed, and Emma moved forward. Even if he was interested, Emma wasn’t sure she was ready for a relationship. Sex, well, the doc had said she was ready for that. From the way her tummy and her pussy had responded when Logan smiled that great smile of his, Emma wouldn’t mind getting a little closer to the guy. Maybe even a lot closer. Emma tucked her hair behind her ear. She was nervous now, and she shouldn’t be. But it had been a long time since she had been intimate with anyone, and even though the doc said she was good to go about having sex, she was worried about her heart. “Never know until you give it a
Those blue eyes were trained on her, a look of intensity creasing his forehead. Emma felt almost like a bug under a magnifying glass. Strangely, the feeling didn’t bother her. What was it about this guy?
“Would you like to go have a drink?” the guy asked, out of the blue and speaking a hundred miles an hour.
A weird fluttering tickled inside Emma’s chest then was gone. “You know, I wouldn’t mind that at all. Looks like it might be kicking up a storm anyway.” Maybe he was interested in her. Going for just one drink wouldn’t hurt, would it?
The young man smiled for the first time, dimples in his cheeks deep, his straight white teeth nearly sparkling. Emma’s stomach tightened. This man before her was even more handsome when he smiled. Emma drew in a slow breath and forced herself to relax. It wasn’t like one drink was going to lead to anything more.
The young man stood up, carefully lifting his coat from the back of the bench and draping it over his arm. “Shall we meet at The Neighborhood? It’s a pub about six blocks down, on the corner at West 117 th ?”
Emma stood, sliding her hand into the pocket of her jeans, and pulled out her keys. “You sure I can’t give you a ride…I’m sorry, but I don’t know your name?”
“Logan.” He offered his hand.
Emma took it, noticing how soft and warm it was and how nice it would feel sliding up her thigh— “My name is Emma.”
“Glad to meet you, Emma.” Logan pulled his hand gently out of the handshake. “I hope you don’t mind that I prefer to meet you at the pub instead of riding with you. I don’t want to leave my car parked here. You’re not offended in any way, are you?”
Emma shook her head. “Of course not. Why would that offend me? I totally understand, and I’ll tell you what, I’ll buy the first round.”
That smile again, blooming on his lips. Damn.
“I’ll see you in a few minutes then.” Logan turned and began to cross the park to another parking lot.
Emma watched him go. Even the young man’s walk seemed familiar. Emma tossed her keys up in the air a few inches then caught them in the same hand, feeling better than she had a few minutes ago. Turning, she headed for her car, wondering where in the world she’d seen Logan before. It wasn’t that she’d seen him once or twice, either. It felt more familiar than that. Like she’d seen him every day or something.
She beeped the lock on her car and slid into the driver’s seat, still puzzled. She started the car and backed out of the space and turned toward 117 th Street. Maybe she could solve the mystery of where she’d seen Logan over a drink.
The way Logan talked though, the words he chose and the way he said them, even the way his mouth moved when he talked gave Emma the impression he wasn’t a beer-drinking kind of guy. Even the word “guy” didn’t fit him. “Young man” was better. Emma shook her head, wrist resting on the steering wheel while she waited for the traffic light to change. Logan seemed so upper crust and higher class that she couldn’t imagine where she’d met him before. What made him ask me out for a drink? I’m not like him. It must be because he was interested in her.
The light changed, and Emma moved forward. Even if he was interested, Emma wasn’t sure she was ready for a relationship. Sex, well, the doc had said she was ready for that. From the way her tummy and her pussy had responded when Logan smiled that great smile of his, Emma wouldn’t mind getting a little closer to the guy. Maybe even a lot closer. Emma tucked her hair behind her ear. She was nervous now, and she shouldn’t be. But it had been a long time since she had been intimate with anyone, and even though the doc said she was good to go about having sex, she was worried about her heart. “Never know until you give it a
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