Escaping Christmas (Contemporary Romance) by Charlotte Ashwood Page A

purse for her keys, she risked a glance behind her and was slightly disappointed to find he was no longer there. She had not heard the elevator, and she knew it was because she had been preoccupied by lingering thoughts of a pair of brown eyes. Well, not exactly brown. More like liquid gold. Even now, she was thinking about them, and that irritated her to no end. She had not come to Kuala Lumpur to think about men, no matter how gorgeous they were. She finally located her keys and let herself into her apartment. Who needed men when one had ice cream?
    Several days later Angie walked into the Starbucks just around the corner from her apartment building. The cool air in the café was a welcome relief from the hot sun outside. Even though it was only 10:00 a.m. the heat was almost unbearable. It was the first time she had ventured outside her apartment in three days. She had spent the time writing, thinking about her life and trying not to think about her brown-eyed neighbor. She had not seen him again, but he’d made his presence known. A container of ice cream had been delivered to her door with an A scrawled in a rough man-script on a tiny card.
    It was a small gesture, yet it had had a profound effect on her. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had done something nice for her. Well, apart from Elizabeth, her mother-in-law, but she had a guilty conscience to assuage.
    “What can I get you, ma’am?”
    She blinked at the smiling barista and her mind went blank. After a few seconds of scanning the menu, she went with the first thing that caught her eye. “Hi, I’ll have a caramel latte.”
    Now why on earth had she ordered that, she wondered to herself. She didn’t even like lattes, for crying out loud…and caramel? She knew who she had to blame for that choice.
    With a small smile, she paid for her coffee and took a table by the window. She gazed out onto the street with unseeing eyes. Sitting there, staring out the window on a sunny morning in a quiet area of Kuala Lumpur, she finally felt a semblance of peace. The past year had been hell, and she didn’t know how to put the broken pieces of her life back together again, but at that moment it didn’t seem to matter so much that she had nowhere to call home, or that she was unemployed and an emotional wreck. For the first time in a year, she was just glad to be alive.
    Angie was lost in thought when she suddenly got the feeling she was being watched. She turned her head, and right there, sitting within her direct line of vision at the other side of the café, was her caramel-eyed neighbor. He was staring at her with such intensity that she felt her face fill with color, much to her annoyance.
    Angie stared back for a few seconds, which stretched into a full minute. The surrounding noise faded into the background as they looked at each other across the room. There was a pull in his eyes that drew her in so far she felt like she was drowning. Her pulse picked up speed. She told herself that she needed to look away, but she couldn’t seem to break the gaze.
    Just then someone waved a hand in front of Alex, and he looked away. That was when Angie noticed that he had a companion with him—a beautiful woman with large brown eyes framed by long, dark lashes and thick waves of dark brown hair spilling down past her shoulders. She was looking at Angie with amusement.
    Angie averted her eyes. She was not disappointed because he had a girlfriend. She was just annoyed that even though he was involved with such a beautiful woman, he had flirted with her by the elevator. What was it with men, anyway? Was it so impossible to find a faithful one?
    She took a sip from her latte and grimaced. It wasn’t so bad; it just wasn’t her thing. As she absently brought the mug back to her mouth, she casually glanced at the table where Alex had been sitting with his companion and found it empty.
    “Looking for someone?”
    Angie’s head snapped up, and there he was, standing