Page 2 of He Loves Me Knot

She wrinkled her nose. Then again, he was still in her way and taking up valuable floor space in a small store while talking.

His voice went up a notch with irritation. “Well, you’re never going to convince me of that. What was all that‘I will not interfere with your team’shite? And now you want me to accept some twat without blinking an eye?”

“Excuse me,” she finally murmured.

He scowled and stepped back to let her pass, not glancing her way.

Too bad.Hottie was quickly losing points.Maybe he’s just rude, after all.

Her gaze focused on the travel guides lining the bookshelf in front of her.

“Yes,” she murmured, spotting the book she’d come for. Elle had recommended it as a quirky, off-the-beaten-path guide to London.

“It’s just the sort of thing you’d love,” she’d said on the phone.“It has lots of fun little tidbits that you’d never know. Right up your alley.”

She reached for the book, and her hand bumped into the outstretched hand of the man on the phone.

Their fingers collided, and for the briefest moment, his fingers enclosed hers rather than grabbing the book. Startled, they both dropped back nearly at the same time.

Her eyes locked with his again and widened.

A blush heated her cheeks as though he’d caught her trying to steal something, and her hand darted back to her side.

God, he really is gorgeous.

“Let me call you back.” He hung up and shoved the phone away, grinning at her. “Normally, I don’t hold hands until the second date, but in your case, I’ll consider it.”

And there’s that charm that has the dates lining up. She rolled her eyes, hoping he’d notice.

“You know, I would, but I really don’t want to upset Natalie. Or Vivienne.”

A hint of startled amusement lit his eyes and then he released a chuckle. “It isn’t polite to eavesdrop, you know. At least not in British society.”

She shrugged playfully. “Then the rules don’t apply to me. I’m American.”

“Everyone here is American. Or a fan of Julia Roberts.”

“I’m more of a Hugh Grant kind of girl.” She gave him a grin of her own, tilting her head. “But what about you? You’re English, and you’re here.”

“Who says I’m from here?” He gestured toward the worker behind the register. “And I’d venture a guess he’s English, too.”

His answer was intriguing.

“What does that mean? You sound English.”

“Maybe. I’ve moved a lot. Been in London since I was eighteen. But I spent long stretches of my childhood elsewhere, too.”

Equally evasive.

I need to stop being intrigued by the hottie and just get my book. He has enough women to keep him busy.

She quirked a brow. “Interesting.” She grabbed the book she’d come for.

He held out a hand. “Actually, I was going to get that book.”

Seriously?

“Then get another copy.”