Hot and Bothered - Erika Wilde Page 0,42

something was off. And no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t pinpoint the source of her own discomfort and uncertainty.

Melodie bit into her sandwich and chewed. “My lunch is incredible. How about yours?”

Natalie recognized a change in topic when she heard one, and let it slide. “It’s good.”

Melodie obviously kept her mouth filled so she didn’t have to answer more questions about Natalie’s engagement, and the silence prompted her to sneak another peek at the man sitting by himself. He was still watching her steadily, as if he hadn’t taken his eyes off her since he’d arrived.

Once again, a shiver rippled down her spine, and despite knowing she ought to ignore his disconcerting stare and cocky, knowing smile, her gaze kept straying back to his table. She told herself she was merely curious, but she couldn’t deny that something inexplicable was drawing her attention back to him, again and again.

“Is something wrong?” Melodie asked. “You look distressed all of a sudden.”

Natalie drew a deep breath, which did nothing to diminish the tension within her. “It’s probably just me, but that guy over at the table behind you has been looking this way since he arrived.” Even now, while eating his hamburger, his attention was still on her.

Melodie dragged a French fry through a pool of ketchup and popped it into her mouth. “Is he flirting with you?”

“No, not really.” There was no real charm to his demeanor, but rather he possessed an intimidating quality that made her feel uneasy. “He’s just watching me in a way that’s unnerving.”

Melodie cast a quick, surreptitious glance over her shoulder to check out the guy for herself, then looked back at Natalie, her expression suddenly wary and concerned. “He’s being rude. Just ignore him.”

“I’ve been trying to.” Appetite gone, she pushed her half-eaten salad aside. “He’s just so obvious.”

Melodie finished off her lunch while doing her best to distract Natalie so she’d keep her gaze off the man, though there was no denying that the guy’s presence seemed to bother Melodie, too. Natalie breathed a grateful sigh of relief when he finally paid his bill and left.

“I’m sorry,” Natalie said, wondering if she’d turned neurotic since her accident. “I’m probably just tired and making more of the situation than there actually was.”

“Maybe,” Melodie agreed, but there was something in her tone that made Natalie wonder what her friend had seen when she’d looked at the other man.

Melodie insisted on paying for lunch, and once that was done they stood and gathered up their purses.

“I need to go to the ladies’ room,” Natalie said, wishing she could shake the restlessness settling within her.

“I’ll go with you,” Melodie said quickly, her tone insistent.

Natalie slanted her friend a curious look. The woman was suddenly being overprotective, and while she, herself, was overwhelmed by all that had transpired, Melodie appeared just as affected—and determined not to leave her alone.

Together they made their way through the casual restaurant to the restroom located down a long hall in the back. Natalie glanced around at the patrons, in search of the guy who’d been watching her, and felt ridiculous, though immensely relieved, when she didn’t see him anywhere.

They slipped into the ladies’ room, and since there were only two stalls, one of which was currently taken, Natalie went first, then switched with Melodie. She washed her hands and glanced into the mirror at her reflection. At the same moment, the man’s face flashed in her mind, and without warning she was overwhelmed with a feeling of claustrophobia.

She pulled in a deep, calming breath, but her lungs constricted in her chest. She had to get out of there and into a wide-open space. “Mel, I need fresh air,” she said abruptly. “I’ll meet you out in the waiting area.”

Before Melodie could object, Natalie exited the restroom into the hall…and bumped into a solid male chest. The impact brought her up short, and the strap of her purse slipped down her arm and fell to the floor with a resounding thump. She didn’t move, too paralyzed by the sight of the man who’d been admiring her out on the patio. Now he stood in front of her, so close she could see swirls of gold in his hazel eyes.

He didn’t move, just continued to stare at her, as if waiting for some kind of reaction. Then his gaze traveled the length of her body in a long, slow once-over, visually undressing her, making her feel dirty and exposed.

Her stomach lurched sickeningly, and