On His List (Entangled Flirts) by Wendy Sparrow Read Free Book Online

annoy him if he knew it was getting mussed.
    “I like to have things defined,” he said.
    “Yes, I have told boyfriends what my full name was.” If he wanted boyfriend status, that would definitely mean them being in the same state a good portion of the time—at the very least. Besides, they’d only known each other a short time. This was just a business trip fling for him—with someone very, very different from his norm.
    But maybe it wasn’t.
    Maybe she could visit Miami…with her hordes and hordes of money. Her stomach soured at that.
    “What if I guessed it? Would you tell me if I were right?” he asked.
    She felt the weight of her expectations as they crashed and burned in a glorious four alarm fire. A loophole. He was trying to find a loophole to the boyfriend rule to satisfy his curiosity about her name. “No,” she said, trying not to stiffen up and drop his hand. A loophole. Damn.
    “Oh, c’mon, Remy,” he said, laughing.
    “It’s getting a little cold.” She used the excuse to drop his hand and rub her arms, which backfired completely when he put his arms around her.
    “You’re very sensitive about your name.”
    His breath on her neck sent electricity down her spine. Mmm. He was so delicious, but if it ended in a few hours, that might destroy her. She tended to invest with her whole heart and soul.
    Live a little, Remy. Take a chance. Why did her heart always seem to get the final say in everything? Her mind had just given up with a “well, we tried.” Idiot.
    “Yeah, I guess.”
    “C’mon, let’s break out of this joint and go get some grub,” he said.
    “Had to throw out some prison lingo? I don’t think grub is prison talk, though. That’s more like an old prospector.”
    He slid his hand down her arm and grabbed her hand. “I’m clearly not meant for the criminal class.”
    They wandered back toward the dock. “Tell me about Miami.”
    “What about it?”
    “Well, you must like it because you live there.” Would she really visit him in Miami if he wanted it? Her heart tickled at the thought. Crap. She totally would. She hadn’t felt this way about her ex-boyfriends here. She’d broken it off with a guy when gas prices had skyrocketed, and she’d realized he wasn’t worth the gas money. Now, she was thinking of plane tickets and getting a second job to afford them. Maybe she could waitress at night again. This was bad. So very bad.
    “You really want to know?” he asked her.
    “I really do.”
    Owen Savoy, control freak, who’d probably made more money in the last five minutes than she’d make all day, grinned like she’d offered him the world.
    He told her about the beaches and the Art Deco. He was big into Art Deco. She’d have never figured him for an art guy—it seemed too unstructured and emotional. Art was a bit messy, in her opinion. Then he described his condo’s style and referred to the clean, crisp lines of Art Deco for the eightieth time. Okay, maybe Art Deco was the exception to creative chaos.
    The apartment she shared with Denny was clean, but could only be described as cast-off heaven. Their kitchen table was older than her. The couch had been a sidewalk find they’d scooped up before the garbage truck had.
    What am I doing?
    They were so different.

Chapter Five
    They ate fish and chips down on the wharf and watched seagulls dive-bomb someone foolish enough to set their food down to take a phone call. Owen had his arm around her, and she was starting to get the vibe that he was going to kiss her.
    “Remy?” a voice called behind her. She turned on the bench to see a guy carrying takeout from one of the restaurants.
    “Hey, Cade, how’s it going?” she asked, standing up.
    “Good. I haven’t been by to see you for a couple months.” Cade looked at Owen with eyebrows raised.
    Was it her imagination or did Owen shift closer to her? “This is Owen. Owen, this is Cade.” They shook hands but neither looked friendly about the exchange.
    “I