Page 123 of Crossed Wires: The Complete Series

“Great.” Andrew winced. “So you see me as a brother figure?”

Amy laughed. “Bloody hell, no. I may be a country hick from out Whoop Whoop, but we’re not into incest.”

“Aha. So my sister isn’t in Sydney.”

Amy didn’t look concerned. “Oh yeah. That really narrows it down for you. All I’m saying is I used to wish I had a brother like you. Then Harper told me some more, um, personal stuff and my brother fantasy morphed into one that was a lot dirtier.”

“Dirtier than what we’ve been indulging in the past two nights? Details.”

Her smile remained. Amy was far more forthright than most women he’d been with in the past. She didn’t possess a single ounce of modesty.

“Harper sort of let it slip that you belong to a sex club.”

Andrew closed his eyes. “How in the hell did that come up in conversation?”

“I told her I wanted to visit one when I came to America.”

He thought he was beyond the point where anything Amy said surprised him. He was wrong. “Why?”

Her eyes widened with excitement. “Why not?”

He sighed. Why not indeed?

Her face was still flushed from the chilly evening air. She looked vibrant, healthy, beautiful. Despite his bone-deep weariness, nothing was going to stop him from taking Amy to bed, stripping off her clothing and losing himself in her body. He’d spent most of the day flying at half-mast thanks to her skin-tight jeans and the game of cleavage peekaboo her blouse had played with him. Hell, she even smelled good. Every time he caught a whiff of her citrus-y perfume, he’d been forced to readjust his pants.

Amy, the little minx, had known all about his pained condition and went out of her way to make it worse byaccidentallybrushing against his dick with her ass or her hand no less than a dozen times. She’d treated him to a healthy dose of his own medicine after lunch when he’d suggested they cut the sightseeing short and catch the next train home. She’d given him a wicked grin, pointing out that “anticipation makes the reward sweeter”.

Even now, she appeared to be in no hurry to move their party to the bedroom. Instead, she walked straight toward the kitchen. He followed, watching as she pulled a couple beers from the fridge.

“Want one?” she asked, holding them up.

He nodded. “Sure.”

Uncapping the Bud Lights, she tapped her bottle against his before taking a sip. She winced. “What the hell is this? Tastes like piss.”

“Harper likes it. I prefer Blue Moon myself. Let’s see. You’re an Aussie girl, so I’m guessing you’d prefer?—”

She held up her hand. “If you say Foster’s, I will grab my suitcase and walk out of this house right now.”

He rolled his eyes. “I was actually going to guess Carlton Draught or maybe VB.”

“Wow. Very good, Mr. Shaw. I’m a Toohey’s fan, but I’m impressed with your knowledge of Australian beer.”

He shrugged. “Like I said yesterday, I’ve been to your continent three times thanks to work. I hope you won’t take this the wrong way. It’s a great place to visit, but I wouldn’t want to live there.”

Her hands flew to her hips, defensively, angrily. There was no doubt Amy was proud of her country. Last night he’d been treated to a glimpse of her pajamas, a tank and panty set that sported the Australian flag.

“What’s wrong with Australia?”

He raised his hand, counting off on his fingers as he made his list. “It was ungodly hot. Something tells me it would be cooler living on the sun.”

“It’s not always hot. The winters can get downright cold. Not Australia’s fault you were a bloody dickhead who traveled there in the summer. I think we already determined that your producers are a bunch of tools.”

“Fine.” He lifted a second finger. “The spiders there are bigger than our goddamn cats.”

She laughed. “Not a fan of spiders?”

He faked a shudder. “Not at all.”