Free The Driven Snowe by Cathy Yardley Page B

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    â€œThanks,” Josh said. “But what does that have to do with my social life?”
    â€œThat’s just it. You’ve never put anything from SolarBars on hold for a date. This is unprecedented.” Adam sounded more than curious—he seemed downright intrigued. “So. Anybody I know?”
    â€œNot exactly,” Josh hedged.
    Adam stared at him, a broad grin creeping across his face. “You did it. You found the virgin.”
    Josh groaned. “I don’t think you should refer to her that way,” he said.
    Adam’s grin grew even wider. “That’s true, you took care of that.”
    â€œWatch it.” Josh’s voice was steel-edged. “Yes, I’m going out with Angela tonight. Angela, ” he said, with emphasis. “Wow. Angela must be a damned fast learner,” Adam said, laughing despite Josh’s warning glance. “Girl must be a gymnast or an acrobat or something to get you to take a step back from work. What do you have planned for tonight? As if I need to ask.”
    â€œI’ve got plans,” Josh said. “We’re going into Sacramento, catching a show, dinner, the whole nine yards.”
    And by the time the night was finished, he was going to know everything there was to know about one Angela Snowe—and she was going to know that her next six months, perhaps longer, were going to be booked solid by Josh Montgomery.
    â€œYou’re doing it again.”
    Josh dragged himself back from his thoughts. “Doing what?”
    â€œThat corporate-takeover smile,” Adam said, his jovial tone curbed. “This is a lot more serious than I thought.”
    Josh made a negligent gesture. “She’s different. I appreciate the different.”
    Adam started to say something, then stopped abruptly. “Well. Here’s something I can appreciate,” he said finally, nodding at something behind Josh.
    Josh turned, then narrowed his eyes. “Shelly? Is that you?”
    She had honey blond haircut in a stylish shag, and her very full breasts were straining at the buttons of her cherry-red blouse. She wore a short denim skirt and a pair of heels. He could see how Adam would be attracted by her. He could see how any man in the joint would be.
    â€œJosh?” she said. “Josh, is that you?”
    He stood up, reaching arms out for a friendly hug. He noticed that her full chest pressed against his a little longer than he was expecting, then brushed the thought aside. “I haven’t seen you since high school,” he said, smiling fondly. “You haven’t changed a bit.”
    She smiled, the same luscious smile that had his whole defensive line drooling, back when he’d played football at Manzanita High. “It’s been a long time,” she said, her green eyes looking at him with open admiration. For the first time, he felt uncomfortable with it, thinking of big brown doe eyes—the kind that looked at him with a mixture of innocence and longing.
    I’m just saying hello. But the little pang didn’t go away, and he frowned.
    â€œSo how have you been?” he said quickly.
    At this, her pretty face frowned slightly, showing a spasm of bitterness that she wasn’t quick enough to hide. “I’ve been…well, things haven’t been so good.” Her righthand moved reflexively to her left hand, rubbing her ring finger. “I’ve recently been divorced, actually.”
    â€œI’m sorry to hear that,” Josh said, and meant it. Shelly had always been a pistol in high school, a flirt and a terror of sorts, leaving broken hearts in her wake.
    â€œI’ve just moved in with my parents, until I get back on my feet again. It’s just temporary,” she assured him, as if waiting for him to judge her. “I’ve gotten a job at the Travel Center, as a travel agent, so it’s just a matter of time before I get a place of my