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

had
fantasised about. The sweat pants had barely hidden the muscular
shape of his thighs and had rode low on his hips, revealing a V
line that had stirred all manner of wicked thoughts in her head, as
well as a treasure trail of dark hair that her lips and fingers
ached to follow. When he had punched Mike, his entire body had come
alive with movement, fascinating her. The way his muscles shifted
and moved with him, tensing or stretching beneath his pale skin,
had been mesmerising. It had taken her a moment to realise that
Mike was flat on his backside and that she should react to it in
some way other than gawping at Marcus.
    When she
had taken him into her apartment and iced his knuckles, she had put
his body to memory, including the beautiful tattoo of angel wings
he had on his back. She hadn’t figured him as a tattoo type so the
swirling blue-grey elaborate wings that decorated his shoulder
blades had surprised her. She had wanted to ask him about them but
hadn’t been able to find her voice at the time, and asking him
about them now certainly wouldn’t help her cause, not when she
wanted to ask him why such an elementally masculine man had such
beautifully delicate tattoos. They seemed like a strange
choice.
    Unless he
was gay.
    Was that
a possibility?
    Amelia’s
gaze darted to his face and her eyes widened when she caught him
staring at her chest. He quickly looked away, turning his right
cheek to her and taking in the people walking along the street,
lending her a view of his noble profile. Bi? He was gorgeous,
clearly looked after himself, and also kept to himself. Was that a
bad sign? Amelia frowned at her thoughts. She was overanalysing
things. Just because he was good looking and not interested in her
didn’t mean he was gay or involved in a relationship, or any of
those things that she wanted him to be so she would feel better
about his rejection.
    He just
didn’t find her attractive.
    He had
said it straight. Stay away.
    Maybe she
would do just that.
    Amelia
went to pick up her black leather handbag and then hesitated.
Flushed with bravery and unwilling to give up so easily, she fixed
Marcus with a hard look and was surprised when he turned his head
and looked at her, as though he had felt her staring.
    “Is
something wrong?” Not a trace of a tremble in her voice. Her heart
pounded, adrenaline thundering in her veins, but she held her
ground. It was a horribly personal question to ask him but she had
to find out whether his reaction to her touch was because he didn’t
want her or because he did but felt he wasn’t good for her, as he
had said.
    Marcus
stared at her for almost a full minute, the fading evening light
reflecting off the windows and his white shirt, illuminating his
face and chasing the shadows away. The edge of darkness his
expression had gained lifted to reveal something that wasn’t quite
warmth, but wasn’t icy cold either.
    “Why?” A
slight frown pinched his black eyebrows together.
    “You…
it’s just you seem more out of spirits than normal.”
    He gave
her an odd look. It was the truth. He never seemed very happy and
now she couldn’t help wondering why. His warning to keep away from
him had brought back all the previous times she had seen him and
the distance he maintained between him and everyone in their
building, and now she wanted to know whether the man sitting
opposite her was more similar to her than she had thought
possible.
    Did he go
from one bad experience to the next too?
    He had to
have a reason for wanting to keep his distance from everyone and
not letting anyone in. Was he afraid of being hurt or feeling
something for someone? She feared that too, entered into
relationships believing that eventually they would end and she
would be hurt, but as much as she tried to live alone and be the
independent woman she wanted to be, she couldn’t help feeling
lonely and wanting to share her life with someone.
    For a
brief moment, Marcus had seemed like someone she could