Rebel with a Cause by Natalie Anderson Read Free Book Online

dolphin.’
    â€˜Oh, great. Someone with a big nose.’
    â€˜And with a habit of rescuing rather than destroying. It’s true.’ Rosanna sat up. ‘You need a good guy, Soph, someone safe and cuddly, not some dangerous type you couldn’t handle.’
    â€˜You don’t think I could handle him?’
    â€˜I know you couldn’t.’
    â€˜So you’ve no advice for me?’
    Rosanna looked up sharply. ‘I’m the last person you should take advice from.’
    How did she figure that? She was the one who had them all eating out of her palm.
    â€˜You were wearing that when you saw him?’ Rosanna’s expression clouded.
    â€˜What? What’s wrong with it?’ Had she committed some terrible fashion faux pas? She couldn’t think what.
    â€˜Nothing. But if he has a Grace Kelly fantasy, then you’re in trouble.’
    Sophy snorted. ‘Now who’s the sweetie-pie?’
    â€˜He’d gobble a kitten like you.’ Rosanna frowned. ‘Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Anyway, I’m grumpy, we don’t have time for a pedicure now. I’ve had to sit here all day doing nothing.’
    Kitten? She thought she was a kitten ? ‘Poor you.’ Now Sophy had zero sympathy. ‘It’s about time you stopped and did nothing for half a day.’
    Rosanna cupped her hand round her mouth, making a pretend mega phone. ‘Pot calling kettle, come in, kettle.’ She stood. ‘At least I’m busy pushing my career. You’re just busy doing everything for everyone else.’
    â€˜You’re going to miss your next flight. Go have a good trip.’ Rosanna was a buyer for one of the major fashion chains. Knowledgeable, chic, damn good at her job and away more nights than she was at home.
    Rosanna picked up the handle of her chic trolley case. ‘I love Wellington.’
    â€˜The boys are going to miss you.’
    â€˜It’ll be good for them.’ Rosanna bent and flicked an in visible speck of fluff from her black trousers.
    Sophy watched the studied in difference with a smile. ‘Are you ever going to make a decision?’
    Rosanna appeared to think on it for a moment, then smiled shamelessly. ‘I don’t think so, no.’
    Rosanna had been dating two men for the last month. They knew about each other. Hell, they all went clubbing together, the boys’ rivalry half jest, half serious. Rosanna, the black widow, liked to have as many in her web as possible to play with. And once they were caught, they were never freed. She had carcasses all over the globe. Emmet and Jay were her latest victims yet somehow she pulled it off with such charm they didn’t seem to mind—in fact they salivated over her.
    Sophy knew there was a heart of gold underneath the glam. It was just that Rosanna wouldn’t admit to it, certainly wouldn’t let anyone near it. She spent her life fencing, flirting on a superficial—if somewhat bitchy—plane. Sophy knew why; Rosanna’s heart had been broken and she wasn’t letting any man near it again. She was only about having light, harmless, fun and keeping any seriousness at a distance.
    Sophy’s heart had also been broken. Frankly she wanted some of the fun now too—and she knew who with. Shewalked with Rosanna to the door, waited for the taxi to arrive and tried to absorb some of her friend’s zest for life.
    Rosanna did all the things Sophy was too ‘responsible’ to do: she had crazy flings, she went to far flung destinations, she was impulsive and a risk-taker. She did danger—she’d do dangerous like Lorenzo Hall kind of dangerous.
    But Sophy had always had more than herself to consider. She loved her parents and had never wanted to embarrass them. As she was the judge’s daughter it would have made the perfect salacious storyline—if she’d gone off the rails, been a teen drinker, teen pregnant, or got