basement.”
She laughed and his cock jerked.
“Is that where you keep the bodies?”
“Only the ones I can’t fit in the walls.”
She paused and he wanted to smack his head. Jesus, could he be any more of an idiot—
Then she laughed even harder and…
Holy shit, she got his sarcastic sense of humor and didn’t think he was a serial killer.
Even more amazing? He didn’t feel like a complete ass.
“So,” she drew the word out for several seconds, making his heart beat faster in anticipation. “I was wondering what you’re doing tomorrow night?”
“Nothing at all.” Please, god, let that be what she wanted to hear. Or was that pitiful? Oh wait. It was Christmas Eve. He’d forgotten.
A light huff of laughter came through the line and he hoped like hell she wasn’t laughing at his pathetic lack of a life.
“Well, I actually do have something and…I was wondering if you didn’t have anything to do, you’d want to go with me.”
The question in her voice should’ve rung a warning bell, but he knew he’d do anything she asked, just to spend time with her. Did that make him creepy or pathetic? Or both?
Then she continued. “A friend is getting married tomorrow night and I was thought maybe you could be my date?”
His brain short-circuited for a second. “Did you say wedding?”
Her laugh was softer and sweeter this time and made his muscles tighten.
“Yeah. I told you I work in a bridal salon, right? Well, one of my clients is getting married and she invited me to the wedding.”
She wanted him to go with her to a wedding? As her date?
His brain kicked into gear, tossing out danger signals.
Take a girl to a wedding and she’ll get ideas.
Which was total bullshit.
Dude, you’re not that great a catch. Seriously, get over yourself.
“Uh, sure.”
Somewhere in Nova Scotia, his roommate CJ was shaking his head and he had no idea why.
“I mean,” she quickly started to talk, “if you have something else, I’d totally understand—”
“No, no. I’ve got nothing to do. I’d like—love to go with you.”
Another pause and then, “Okay, great. That’s…good.”
He swore he heard a smile in her voice now and that made him smile, too. “So this is a formal thing, right? Suit and tie?”
“Yeah. Oh, is that a problem?”
“Nah. We’re required to dress for games. Unless I need a tux. Then you’re out of luck.”
“Nope, no tux needed.”
“Then we’re good. So what time should I pick you up?”
“I have to be there early to help the bride with her dress.”
“No problem. I’ve got nothing to do and nowhere to be.”
“Okay then, can you pick me up at four-thirty? I’ll text you the address. The wedding’s at six. I told her I’d be at the church by five but I want to be there early.”
“Great. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Thanks, Shane. I’m looking forward to it.”
When the call disconnected, he took a deep breath and couldn’t stop grinning.
* * * * *
Bliss hung up with a smile.
That was either the stupidest thing she’d ever done or the bravest. Guess she’d find out which tomorrow night.
Aren’t you the one who said you didn’t want to get involved with anyone? That you were just looking for a one-night stand.
That had definitely been her. But…there was something about Shane. Something about how quiet he could be and not seem withdrawn. Or how his humor was a little goofy, a little sarcastic and sometimes just plain weird.
How she knew all of that just from spending one night with him was weird. And a little scary. And a little exciting.
So she wasn’t surprised by the flutter in her stomach. Or the pulse between her thighs because, holy hell, the man had been amazing in bed.
The kind of guy a girl could fall for and who could break her heart.
With a sigh, she tried to shake some sense into her head.
“Completely getting ahead of yourself. It’s just sex.”
Really great sex. And a seemingly great guy.
Too good to be
She laughed and his cock jerked.
“Is that where you keep the bodies?”
“Only the ones I can’t fit in the walls.”
She paused and he wanted to smack his head. Jesus, could he be any more of an idiot—
Then she laughed even harder and…
Holy shit, she got his sarcastic sense of humor and didn’t think he was a serial killer.
Even more amazing? He didn’t feel like a complete ass.
“So,” she drew the word out for several seconds, making his heart beat faster in anticipation. “I was wondering what you’re doing tomorrow night?”
“Nothing at all.” Please, god, let that be what she wanted to hear. Or was that pitiful? Oh wait. It was Christmas Eve. He’d forgotten.
A light huff of laughter came through the line and he hoped like hell she wasn’t laughing at his pathetic lack of a life.
“Well, I actually do have something and…I was wondering if you didn’t have anything to do, you’d want to go with me.”
The question in her voice should’ve rung a warning bell, but he knew he’d do anything she asked, just to spend time with her. Did that make him creepy or pathetic? Or both?
Then she continued. “A friend is getting married tomorrow night and I was thought maybe you could be my date?”
His brain short-circuited for a second. “Did you say wedding?”
Her laugh was softer and sweeter this time and made his muscles tighten.
“Yeah. I told you I work in a bridal salon, right? Well, one of my clients is getting married and she invited me to the wedding.”
She wanted him to go with her to a wedding? As her date?
His brain kicked into gear, tossing out danger signals.
Take a girl to a wedding and she’ll get ideas.
Which was total bullshit.
Dude, you’re not that great a catch. Seriously, get over yourself.
“Uh, sure.”
Somewhere in Nova Scotia, his roommate CJ was shaking his head and he had no idea why.
“I mean,” she quickly started to talk, “if you have something else, I’d totally understand—”
“No, no. I’ve got nothing to do. I’d like—love to go with you.”
Another pause and then, “Okay, great. That’s…good.”
He swore he heard a smile in her voice now and that made him smile, too. “So this is a formal thing, right? Suit and tie?”
“Yeah. Oh, is that a problem?”
“Nah. We’re required to dress for games. Unless I need a tux. Then you’re out of luck.”
“Nope, no tux needed.”
“Then we’re good. So what time should I pick you up?”
“I have to be there early to help the bride with her dress.”
“No problem. I’ve got nothing to do and nowhere to be.”
“Okay then, can you pick me up at four-thirty? I’ll text you the address. The wedding’s at six. I told her I’d be at the church by five but I want to be there early.”
“Great. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Thanks, Shane. I’m looking forward to it.”
When the call disconnected, he took a deep breath and couldn’t stop grinning.
* * * * *
Bliss hung up with a smile.
That was either the stupidest thing she’d ever done or the bravest. Guess she’d find out which tomorrow night.
Aren’t you the one who said you didn’t want to get involved with anyone? That you were just looking for a one-night stand.
That had definitely been her. But…there was something about Shane. Something about how quiet he could be and not seem withdrawn. Or how his humor was a little goofy, a little sarcastic and sometimes just plain weird.
How she knew all of that just from spending one night with him was weird. And a little scary. And a little exciting.
So she wasn’t surprised by the flutter in her stomach. Or the pulse between her thighs because, holy hell, the man had been amazing in bed.
The kind of guy a girl could fall for and who could break her heart.
With a sigh, she tried to shake some sense into her head.
“Completely getting ahead of yourself. It’s just sex.”
Really great sex. And a seemingly great guy.
Too good to be
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