Can't Help Falling by Kara Isaac Read Free Book Online Page A

emotions. Tried to work out what was tangled there. Was relieved to see that it didn’t seem to be dormant attraction.
    Certainly nothing compared to the girl who’d fallen out of the wardrobe, which was insane considering he had a long and complicated history with the girl standing in front of him and absolutely none with the one he’d met in the most unorthodox of ways.
    â€œSince I ran into you, can we talk?” Sabine placed a hand on his arm.
    â€œBine, I don’t think we have anything to talk about.” He tried to say the words gently. It had been six months since their relationship had ended. It had been hard enough at the time, pain filling her face the day he’d broken it off. He didn’t see what good could come from revisiting it.
    â€œPeter, please.” She looked up at him, hurt on her face. “Don’t I deserve more than that after three years?”
    Was he being too hasty? Was the reason he was here tonight to mend some kind of bridge with Sabine? He ran a hand through his hair. “You’re right. I’m sorry. How are you?”
    â€œI’m good.” She looked up with the limpid gaze that had caused many a male rower twice her size to turn to jelly in her presence. “I’ve heard you’re trying to save SpringBoard.”
    He was momentarily speechless. That wasn’t what he’d expected her to say. “Yeah.”
    â€œI want to help.”
    â€œSabine, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Working with his ex-girlfriend trying to save his dead cousin’s charity? That had all sorts of shades of disaster painted around it.
    â€œAnita was my friend too. This isn’t about you. I can help.”
    She was right. He wasn’t being fair. He still forgot he wasn’t the only one who had loved Anita. He sighed. “Okay. I’ll let you know—”
    â€œSorry to interrupt.” Jackson didn’t look sorry at all. Peter might’vehugged the guy if his arms hadn’t been laden with coats. “Do you mind taking these upstairs? We’re out of room here. Al says there should be some space in her wardrobe. Otherwise just leave them on her bed. Her room’s first on the right.”
    Peter took them. “Sure thing.”
    â€œI don’t think we’ve met. Jackson Gregory.” Jackson poured on the charm as he held out his hand to Sabine. At which point Peter knew he’d been sent over by Allie with orders to extricate him. The guy was so besotted with his fiancée, he didn’t give strange girls the time of day unless there was a good reason.
    Sabine held out her hand. “Sabine Montclair.”
    â€œNot the Sabine Montclair nominated for sportswoman of the year?”
    Peter did a double take halfway into his exit. He hadn’t known about that. It had been one of her dreams for as long as he could remember. He tamped down the urge to give his ex-girlfriend a hug, but she deserved the accolade as much as anyone he knew. Sabine may not have been the girl for him, but he still wanted great things for her.
    Sabine’s eyes widened, and her jaw dropped a little. She clearly hadn’t expected it either. Then a radiant smile spread across her face. “Yes. It was a huge surprise.” Peter gave it about thirty seconds before Allie returned to stake her claim. It was now or never if he wanted to escape.
    Stepping back, he squeezed through the crowd and headed for the stairs. Lifting the coats so they didn’t drag on the floor and trip him up, he turned on the landing and walked to where the first door on the right stood open.
    He dropped the coats on the bed, grabbed one of the hangers that Allie had left on the cover, and hooked a red wool coat over it.
    Turning, he paused at the sight of a large, ornately carved wardrobe. A smile played on his lips. The last time he’d seen one of these, it had been under far more interesting conditions.
    No doubt