Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 92777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
“So what you’re saying is that if I want to catch Gage’s eye, I should remove several pieces of clothing?”
“Now you’re getting it.”
She laughed, tossing her dish towel at me. I reached up and caught it easily.
For several moments we grinned at each other across the counter. It felt good but goofy, which was odd since I was seldom goofy.
“Seriously though,” I said, ending the weird bout of goofiness. “Get his attention with some skin and then roll out your sparkling personality.”
“Is that what you do? Flash your muscles and then roll out your sparkling personality like some grand prize on a game show?”
“I do know how to get ’em, even if I don’t always know how to keep ’em.”
She winced. “Oh God. I’m so sorry. That was insensitive of me. I poked a fresh bruise.”
“I’m kidding, Haven. Sort of.” But speaking of bruises. I leaned forward. “How’s your brother seemed lately?”
She huffed out a small breath. “He’s all but disappeared from the inn. I think he might be sleeping in my car. He probably thinks you’re going to murder him in his sleep.”
Well, that was welcome news. “Good,” I said, sitting back. “I owe you one for not saying anything that might ease those fears.” Murder as a revenge plot wasn’t something I’d even momentarily considered, but Easton didn’t need to know that. “Come as my guest tonight.”
She studied me for a moment, obviously thinking. “Okay, yes, I’ll take you up on your offer. I’d love to accompany you to Gage’s charity event.”
“Great. Be ready at seven.”
“Meet me at the bottom of the stairs,” she called after me. I was still smiling as I walked away.
Chapter Nine
Haven
I pulled my room door shut behind me, making my way toward the stairs. I smoothed the short, black cocktail dress over my hips, feeling unusually exposed. Although if I really thought about it, the dress was no skimpier than the shorts and tank tops I wore on a regular basis. Well, other than my almost completely bared back, laced with three crisscrossing string ties.
I’d bought the dress on the sale rack at the back of a clothing shop called Mandy’s on Pelion’s Main Street. Even on deep discount, the dress was a splurge, but when I’d put it on, it felt both daring and somehow me even though I’d never worn a cocktail dress in my life. The only event I’d attended that one might classify as a cocktail party was the social hour here at the Yellow Trellis Inn where prison hooch was served in red Solo cups.
The owner, Mandy herself, had laced the ties up for me, and when I’d asked her if it was too revealing, she’d smiled and said that no, I looked like a class act. Perhaps she’d just been trying to sell me the dress, but she’d seemed so kind and sincere, and I’d believed her.
My hair was long and loose, the curls tamed by a good amount of mousse and a diffuser I’d borrowed from Clarice. The ends of it tickled the bare skin of my lower back.
I rounded the curve in the staircase and saw Travis, his back to me. I was stepping slowly in the heels I wasn’t used to wearing, and though I was virtually soundless, Travis turned as though he’d sensed my presence. And his body went utterly still. His eyes swept down my body and I saw his throat move as he swallowed. He was even more gorgeous than usual in dark gray pants, a white shirt, and a blue-and-gray, patterned tie. He’d obviously gotten a haircut, which made him look more vulnerable in a way I couldn’t exactly explain. Younger. Eager to impress.
Time slowed, stretching like the sweet, pink taffy I’d watched being spun in the window of a candy shop in a coastal town Easton and I had stopped at for lunch before we’d arrived in Pelion. Our gazes held as I completed the final handful of stairs and stepped down to meet Travis where he stood. His face was so very serious, almost stunned, and my heart kicked. “Enough skin?” I whispered, a strange hitch in my voice.
He smiled almost sweetly, a smile I hadn’t yet seen from this man, my friend. My temporary friend. His gaze dropped again, and for a few moments he was quiet. When his eyes met mine, he said simply, “You’re perfect.”
My breath gusted from my mouth. I’d held it for a moment as I’d waited for his answer. Something moved between us, something lighter and hotter than the sweet, slow taffy that had just moved through my mind. It quickened my heart. It scattered fear through my system. “So you think Gage will approve?” I asked.
His face did something funny. He looked away for a moment, and when he looked back at me, his lip quirked. “He’s a fool if he doesn’t. Let’s go, Haven from California.”