The Last Available Man [antikvár]

Chapter OneThe white wine was warm, the pub was grotty, the jukebox was playing an old love song about Cupid. Georgina Harvey wanted to have a long chat with the lyricist of that one. Who thought it was a good idea for Cupid to draw back a bow and let an arrow fly straight into a heart? Hadn't anyone worked out that an arrow through the heart meant death, or at the very least severe disability? What was so romantic about an arrow? If Cupid had dispensed love by scattering rose petals on his targets' heads or making them drink a sweet potion, fine. But he worked his magic with a deadly weapon.Of course, that might be the point. Love can be fatal. Because you can never be sure, when the arrow pierces your heart, that there's another one out there winging its way into the heart of the person you adore. You can be stuck there, pinned to the spot, while the object of your affection goes about his business entirely unscathed.Taking a tiny sip of her wine, Georgie looked around her. She could sense some of the men in the pub staring at her. Well, let them. She knew what they were thinking: a thirty-something woman on her own in a pub must be trying to pull. Why else would she be there? They wouldn't believe she'd just had a business meeting, they'd think she was out to1