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turned back to Marc. "Take that one out meant to look at him, really look at him. and shoot him," she requested mildly, then looked q He was tall and now, as always, seemed a bit too up at the booth. "That's a wrap," she called out thin. His hair was as dark as her own but waved where hers was needle straight. It was thick and full over his ears and down to the collar of his shirt. His face hadn't changed; it was still the same face that drove girls and women to scream and swoon at his concerts. It was raw-boned and tanned, more intriguing than handsome, as the features were not altogether even. There was something of the dreamer there, from his mother's Irish half. Perhaps that was what drew women to him, though they were just as fascinated by the occasional British reserve. And the eyes. Even now Raven felt the pull of his large, heavy-lidded aquamarine eyes. They were unsettling eyes for as easy-going a man as Brand Carstairs. The blue and green seemed constantly at odds. But it was the charm he wore so easily that tilted the scales, Raven realized. Charm and blatant sex appeal were an irresistible combination . "You haven't changed, have you, Brandon?" "Funny." He smiled, not the quick, flashing grin he was capable of, but a slow, considering smile. "I thought the same of you when I first saw you. I don't suppose it's true of either of us." "No." God, how she wished he would release her hands. "What brings you to L.A Brandon?" "Business, love," he answered carelessly, though his eyes were taking in every inch of her face. "And, of course, the chance to see you again." "Of course." Her voice was coldly polite, and the smile never reached her eyes. The sarcasm surprised him. The Raven he remembered hadn't known the meaning of the word. She saw his brow lift into consideration. "I do want to see you, Raven," Brand told her with his sudden, disarming sincerity. "Very much. Can we have dinner?" Her pulse had accelerated at his change of tone. |
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