Her Guardian Angel 4-Her Angel Series by Felicity Heaton Read Free Book Online Page A

already. It wouldn’t surprise her. He had looks,
a fabulous body, was quick to defend women, and had proven himself
intelligent in the brief conversations they had shared. Her younger
sister would have taken one look at him, with his dark tousled hair
that caressed the nape of his neck and sometimes fell down to brush
his forehead, causing him to sweep his fingers through it to groom
it back, incredible pale blue eyes, and scorching hot body, and
declared him ‘smexy’. Smart and sexy apparently. Her mother would
have taken one look at him and told her that he was a keeper and
not to give up on him.
    Someone
else was probably already keeping him.
    Maybe
that was why he had taken his hand back so quickly.
    Marcus
looked across the table at her and Amelia felt cold inside from the
emptiness in his eyes. Where had the nice Marcus gone? Had she
chased him away? A sense of impatience surrounded him, as though he
didn’t want to sit with her anymore, and he couldn’t hold her gaze
for more than a few seconds.
    Amelia
mused that he was always detached from everyone and distant. She
shouldn’t be so surprised that he had withdrawn from
her.
    “I
wouldn’t be any good for you,” he said, his deep voice as devoid of
emotion as his face, and Amelia held her hands up, desperate to
shift the course of conversation away from her feelings. “You are
better off keeping away from me.”
    “I didn’t
mean it like that.” She had but he didn’t need to know that. Her
heart ached as he crushed it in her chest with just a glance and a
handful of words. She blushed, her face on fire, and stuttered,
trying to get an excuse into order.
    She
couldn’t find the words as he stared at her, his expression
gradually turning from awkwardness towards anger, and she knew in
her heart that she couldn’t have been more wrong about
him.
    His
appearance now was a harsh contrast to how he had looked just a few
minutes ago and last night. The heat that had touched his handsome
features then, warming them and giving her the impression that she
stood a chance with him, and the undeniable spark of desire that
had lit his eyes, made her feel as though she had met a different
person in that moment and not the real Marcus.
    Perhaps
all her thoughts about him were wrong, even last night, and he was
right. She really didn’t know anything about him. Her white knight
might just be another black one in disguise and she really didn’t
need that on top of everything else. What would she do if Marcus
turned out to be another wrong choice when he looked so much like a
good man? It would certainly compound the growing notion inside her
that she was doomed to spend her life with a string of Mr Wrongs in
an impossible search for one Mr Right.
    “Did I
thank you for last night?” Desperate times called for desperate
measures. All she could do now was try to deflect his attention
away from what she had done in some dire hope of easing the tension
mounting between them.
    He
nodded. Silent treatment was it? He was the first man to do that to
her, but it wasn’t going to deter her. Once they were back on
steady ground, she would make her excuses and leave, and hopefully
things wouldn’t be too awkward between them whenever they met in
the hallways of their apartment building.
    “Was your
coffee good?” Amelia looked at the white mug. He had barely touched
it. In fact, he hadn’t done or said much since sitting down with
her. He really didn’t want to be here. Had he only agreed to coffee
out of politeness?
    Marcus
lifted his broad shoulders in a shrug. He had looked so good in
only his deep grey sweat pants, his bare upper body on display as a
midnight feast for her eyes. She tried to keep her focus on the
more pressing matters of her present situation and failed, ending
up picturing him as he had appeared last night instead. He had an
athletic physique, toned and powerful but not overly built. The
sort of body she would love to run her fingers over and