NYC Angels Flirting with Danger - By Tina Beckett Page 0,40

plain as day.

She ignored it and shifted her glance to the neurosurgeon, taking in his brooding eyes, wide shoulders, long fingers drumming on the table’s Formica surface. The man was freaking gorgeous. No wonder Layla had fallen hard and fast for him all those years ago.

“So how did you two wind up in the meatpacking district?” Layla asked.

“We were trying to get away from the crowds,” Alex said.

Layla’s brows went up, and her lips twitched. “So were we.”

Instead, Brad and Alex had found the two people who were trying to avoid this very meeting. And while she and Layla were having to work to be heard, the men’s voices seemed to carry with ease, seemingly unaffected by the room’s noise.

“Have you ordered dinner?” Brad’s arm went to the back of her chair in a strangely proprietorial move that would have made her laugh under different circumstances. But now it just made her nervous. Did he think she was going to practice her flirting skills on Alex or something? And there was no way she would, even if she were tempted. Not after what Layla had told her.

“We ordered appetizers.” She licked her lips. “We can share if you’d like.”

Something touched the back of her blouse and she almost jumped out of her skin before she realized it was his thumb, stroking back and forth from its perch on the chair. She stared straight ahead, afraid that if she looked at him he’d flash that lazy smile at her that turned her words to gibberish and her insides to mush.

“I might share,” he said. “Or I might want more of the same. It depends on what you’re having.”

More of the same?

Good heavens. Was he talking about food or their time under those mirrors? This man was out of her league in so many ways.

“I’m having sh-shrimp cocktail.” Yep, even without looking at him she was having trouble getting her words out.

Layla spoke up. “I’m having nachos.”

“Sounds good to me.” Alex’s eyes fastened on Layla’s and the other woman went pink. If Chloe hadn’t known better, she’d think there was still something between these two.

Thankfully, once the men’s drinks arrived and the extra appetizers had been ordered, Alex and Brad proceeded to talk shop, trying to see who’d had the oddest cases over the years. Some of them made everyone at the table laugh, and some were just plain bizarre. When Cade’s name came up later in the conversation Brad’s mouth thinned as he asked how he’d come to be in New York.

Alex paused for a moment, before shaking his head. “I’ll tell you about it later.”

Layla caught her eye, the pediatrician’s released breath puffing out her cheeks before she mouthed, “Can you believe this?”

Her thoughts exactly. Chloe’s laugh changed to a cough when both men stopped to look at her.

“Something funny?” Brad asked.

“Oh, um, no.” She glanced at her watch. Almost eleven. “I’m probably going to need to get back to the apartment, actually. I’m wiped.”

Yeah, last night had been long. Followed by a day that had had her emotions swinging from high to low. She really was tired.

“Me too,” said Layla.

Alex leaned back in his chair. “I’m going through your part of town. Can I give you a lift?”

Chloe saw the other woman’s teeth come down on her lip, and she looked torn. Finally she shook her head. “No, I’m good. I’m going to catch a cab and head right to bed.”

Alex’s jaw tightened but he didn’t argue. “Okay.” He glanced at Chloe and Brad. “How about you two?”

“I’ve got my bike.”

“Right.” He tossed a couple of bills on the table and stood. “See you tomorrow?”

The words were directed at Layla, who nodded. “Tomorrow.”

Giving Brad and Chloe a stiff nod, he headed out the door.

Layla’s eyes followed his exit, making Chloe’s heart ache for her friend. She reached over and caught her hand. “Are you sure you don’t want me to go with you? I could even sleep over if you want.”

Brad’s mouth murmured close to her ear, “Scared?”

His words may have been lost in the din around them but she heard it loud and clear. And the answer was a great big yes.

“I’ll be fine.” Layla squeezed her hand. “Thanks, though. And for tonight. I had a good time.”

So had Chloe, even after Brad and Alex’s unexpected appearance. Or maybe it was because of it. Something she didn’t want to spend too much time thinking about in case the answer wasn’t one she wanted to face.

Because despite what had