Out of the Blue by Opal Mellon Read Free Book Online

someday.”
    “Someday soon?” Her blue eyes sparkled at him.
    “Someday soon.” He gave her knee a quick pat then moved his hand away. They both sat and watched the trees until Sean and Nicole came out to meet them.

Chapter 3
    M olly was starting to notice new things about Justin on her second visit to the club. One, he was a lot more comfortable around her now that they’d talked. He’d come smile at her, pat her on the shoulder, and then do the same with another customer.
    She still had so many questions. Five years ago he’d disappeared. He hadn’t had a single deep conversation with her outside the club since.
     
    “I’m going to take a walk,” Molly said, leaving the board game Nicole had started. She went to the back window and looked out. Did Justin see this view every night? Maybe that would make working here worthwhile.
    “Mind if I join you?”
    She turned to see Justin walk up beside her. She smiled and turned back to the window.
    The city below was so dark, so sheltered under the clouds over the bay. She felt Justin beside her like warm air across her skin, soothing the hairs down into submission.
    “So are you going to make this a habit?” he asked, too close to her neck, sending a tingle down a nerve that seated at the bottom of her hip. She hid the shudder.
    “What, coming to the club?” she asked, putting a hand up to press against the glass.
    “You know I have to wipe those fingerprints off.”
    She left her hand on the glass but looked at him with one eyebrow raised. “I didn’t know.” She dragged the hand down, watching the heat smudge left behind spreading on the glass.
    She gasped when he slid a hand over hers, holding it in place, for a moment. She looked at it, at its tanned largeness, the long fingers strong and masculine and manlier than she’d expected. His hands were rougher too.
    He nudged his fingers around to wrap her hand, and squeezed for a second. Molly was about to say something when he pulled her hand from the glass. And released it.
    “Actually, I do clean it pretty diligently. That glass is probably still not the best thing to rub on.”
    “Because it’s not clean?” she asked, wondering if he was being protective. The old Justin always had been.
    “Because you might ruin the view for the other clients,” he said.
    He was impossible. She shoved him halfheartedly.
    “You are impossible.”
    “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”
    “Hmph.”
    “Wait here a moment.”
    He grabbed two chairs and brought them over to the window.
    “Let’s sit,” he said. “If you are going to be certain the window is the most fascinating part of the building, you might as well sit in comfort.”
    “So spoiled,” she said. “I guess you aren’t used to much exertion.”
    “Are you kidding? I’m a male escort.”
    She flushed, a sick feeling in her stomach. Why had he resorted to this? The Justin she had known was smart, one of the top in the class, with very little effort, certainly much less than she had put in. So why?
    He pushed a chair behind her legs in a way that made her topple down. Then he held the back and turned it to face slightly inwards towards the other chair, which he sat in.
    “Why?”
    He glanced at her, then back out the window and sighed.
    “Why this, you mean? Why the club? Why not engineering?” He frowned. “Why not?”
    “Because you were studying engineering, and you were good at it.”
    “Still am.”
    “Still?”
    “One of the stars at night school. Got a couple online courses as well.”
    “I see.” She smiled. “Still ditching class?”
    “Sure, but there’s less class to ditch.”
    “Great.”
    “So tell me more about what you’re doing.”
    “Work?”
    He nodded and she leaned back in the chair and pulled one leg up to rest on the other.
    She thought about it and could feel Justin’s eyes on her. She looked over and saw he was looking at her mouth. He turned back to the window when she caught him.
    “You’re