If Looks Could Kill by Heather Graham Read Free Book Online

forgiveness.”
    â€œWhat? Won’t Dad let you use his boat if I don’t think it’s just great that you’re back?”
    He smiled, shaking his head. “Madison, you’re acting like a brat. First, my job pays decently—I could rent a boat if I needed one. Secondly, you’re overestimating your power over your parent. He has his own mind.”
    â€œOh, really?” She started to sip her beer, then realized her glass was empty. She looked around, as if she wanted another. Quickly.
    Kyle leaned closer, somewhat amused. “I don’t think you should be drinking yourself silly—over me. Don’t you have another set to do?”
    â€œI’d never drink myself silly over you, Kyle Montgomery. I’m just so damned mad—”
    â€œAh! So you are hostile.”
    â€œHostile? That’s an understatement.”
    â€œI hurt you, Madison. And I’m sorry.”
    â€œSince we’re talking about overestimating things, I think you’re overestimating your power, Kyle. You don’t have the power to hurt me.”
    He shrugged, looking around. He saw the waitress and motioned to her. “I’ll take another beer, please—honey.”
    He’d added the last on purpose. The waitress didn’t notice, but Madison winced.
    â€œMadison…?” the girl asked.
    â€œMs. Adair is still working,” Kyle said pleasantly.
    â€œI’ll have another draft, Katie, thanks,” Madison said.
    Katie walked away to fill their order. He couldn’t help smiling as he stared at Madison, except that, as he looked at her, he felt a sudden tremor streak through him, hot as fire, constricting something vital in him. She was angry, nasty, could be bitchy as hell.
    God, he wanted her.
    He exhaled a long breath, staring at her, glad of his roomy denim cutoffs and the table hiding his arousal from her.
    She’d been cute and clever at thirteen. Beautiful in college. He’d felt affection for her when she was a kid, pride when she was older, and, always, a strange pull. Now she was pure, sensual elegance. It was startling to realize the strength of what he was feeling for her at that moment.
    She’d been his stepsister, for God’s sake, he reminded himself. But they weren’t biologically related, for which he was grateful, considering the purely physical reaction she was causing in him now.
    Except that he cared about her, too. Even though part of him wanted to be a million miles away from her. Even if he was…
    Unnerved.
    That was it. Completely unnerved by her.
    He cleared his throat. “Did you drive here, Madison?” he asked her.
    â€œYes, why?”
    â€œBecause you shouldn’t drive home. I’ll wait for you.”
    The beers were set before them. Madison stared at him, her eyes hard. “You’re not my big brother. You don’t need to wait for me.”
    â€œYou’re drinking too much.”
    â€œOh, I’m drinking too much. So I should ride home with a beach bum who’s been sitting here drinking for hours?”
    Kyle grinned slowly. “I’ll go to coffee next.”
    â€œDon’t bother on my account.”
    â€œAre you staying at your dad’s place?”
    She hesitated. “Yes.”
    â€œThen I’ll wait.”
    â€œMaybe I have a date.”
    He looked past her, studying the band members, who were again readying their equipment.
    Kyle lifted his beer. “Are you sleeping with one of them? Joey King, maybe? He looks like your type.”
    â€œHe’s married, with kids.”
    â€œGlad to hear that would stop you.”
    â€œDamn you, Kyle—”
    â€œSorry, sorry, I just haven’t seen you in a long time.”
    â€œWho I sleep with is none of your business.”
    â€œMaybe it’s the natural concern of an older brother.”
    â€œI thought we’d established that you’re not my brother.”
    He shrugged. “Have