Page 11 of Dating the Rebel
Except that it had been a long, taxing day...and she’d wanted a distraction from thinking of her current business woes.
And Grant Snyder was distracting, with his big, muscular body and deep golden hair.
“It is nice,” she agreed, but her gaze had slipped down to his heavy thighs. She cleared her throat. “The plane is nice. But I don’t think Blair would be upset about just it.”
He glanced at her with a twinkle in his dark blue eyes. “Really? What else would she be upset about?”
“Me,” she said. “I am your sister’s best friend, you know. If you do anything to hurt me, she’s going to hate you.”
The twinkle dimmed, and he turned back to the controls. He was definitely up to something...something that neither she nor Blair was going to like.
He didn’t look at her again until after takeoff, which she had to begrudgingly admit was extremely smooth. But still, her suspicions were not alleviated, and he must have noticed, because when he glanced back at her, he chuckled. “Stop being so nervous! I’m not going to hurt you.”
She narrowed her eyes even more.
He chuckled again. “Seriously, I am going to be the perfect gentleman for this perfect date.”
She laughed now. “So you’re going to perform a miracle and turn into someone else?”
He wiggled his eyebrows. “Maybe I already have, and you just haven’t noticed.”
Was that possible? Was he different than he’d been when they were kids? He was bigger, more handsome, but his personality?
It seemed much the same.
Miranda had changed, though. So it was possible...
She was no longer the wild child she’d once been. Now she didn’t seek to escape from responsibilities she hadn’t chosen. The responsibilities she had now were ones that she’d chosen. Like making the business a success while staying true to her friendships.
Making Matteo Rinaldi and Blair the perfect match was more important than having him available to date more clients even though they were starting to lose clients.
“So it’s going to be like that?” Grant asked.
She shook her head to clear her mind of the doubts her sisters had planted and focused instead on the one Grant had planted. Could he have really changed?
“What are you talking about?” she asked.
“The fact that you’re not talking,” he said. “You’re going to make this audition tough on me, huh? Or is this what the women with your dating service are like? Suspicious? Uncommunicative? Uninteresting?”
She sucked in a breath as his insult struck her like a slap. “Did you just call meuninteresting?”
He sighed. “Well, I have to admit... I’m kind of bored.”
She glared at him.
“And you, you haven’t even noticed the view? You’re just sulking over there.”
Heat rushed to her face. She had been sulking. About her sisters, about him.
She glanced out the window, and while her stomach flipped at the height, she sighed over the beauty of the water beneath them. It was such a crystal-clear turquoise.
“Beautiful...” she murmured.
“Yes,” he agreed, his voice gruff. But he wasn’t looking out the window; he was looking at her.
She narrowed her eyes again. “And I have every right to be suspicious of you,” she reminded him. “You haven’t ever been nice to me.”
His gaze ran over her like a caress, from her silver-tipped toes peeping out of her silver sandals, up her bare legs, over her body, until finally he stared into her eyes. And his mouth curved into a slight, sexy smile. “I would enjoy being nice to you. Very, very nice to you...”
