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candlelight, she was exquisite. “I’ll bet you caught hell for all of this.”
Yeah, he had, but Shane didn’t give a shit. Getting ribbed by a bunch of construction workers was the least of his worries. He calculated the distance between the water and the tent and figured they had a couple of hours before the guys needed to pack up everything. They were all hanging out at the Windjammer Bar on Front Beach, waiting for his call.
“So, do you want to stay a while longer?” He felt like the weight of the entire ocean was on his chest.
“Yes,” she whispered.
With the moon behind the clouds, Shane couldn’t see her face clearly. But then her head was on his shoulder, and she let out a deep sigh like she was home. He didn’t want to move, didn’t want to break the spell. He couldn’t help himself; he crooked his finger under her chin and tilted her face to his and kissed her. She melted into him, fisting her hand in his shirt, her breath quickening when she kissed him back.
A group of teenage boys walked by. “Get a room,” one of them said and they laughed.
She let out a long, breathy sigh, her forehead pressed against his. “This was amazing, Shane, but I’d better get home. Thanks for everything, I—” and then she stopped.
Damn, she was hard to read. When he and the guys had been down on the beach earlier setting up, they’d ribbed him about just trying to get laid. He didn’t expect Melissa to invite him to her bed. Or, hell, maybe he did just a little, but when she’d said she’d better get home, he couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.
“I saw you parked across the street from my house after the oyster roast.”
“Melissa, I put Cassie in a cab and went back for you. When you weren’t there, I went to your house.”
“Bo was—”
“Look, you don’t owe me an explanation.” But he was damn glad she felt like she did.
She seemed relieved. He didn’t blame her, talking about that guy was as awkward as talking about Cassie, and Shane didn’t need awkward. They walked back up the path from the beach, his arm around her shoulders and hers snaked around his waist. About halfway up 30th, Shane heard the faint sound of an acoustic guitar. As they got a little closer, he saw the red Prius in her driveway. Un-fucking-believable. She unwrapped herself from around Shane, but he held her hand.
“I’m sorry, Shane. I didn’t know Bo was going to be here.”
“It’s okay.” It wasn’t okay, but it wasn’t her fault.
If this guy wanted to go toe-to-toe for Melissa, Shane was all for it. He was sitting on her porch with that whole blond, Curt Cobain thing going on. Bare feet propped up on the only other chair, presumably the one he was saving for Melissa. Shane opened the arbor gate, the guy nodded at them like it didn’t bother him in the least to see Shane with Melissa. He kept playing while Shane’s anger grew and Melissa gave off a massive oh shit vibe.
As they started up the walkway, the asshole had the nerve to get up and kiss her on the cheek like Shane wasn’t even there. “Hey, babe. Brought your guitar back. It sounds good.”
There wasn’t a whole lot Shane could do or say that wouldn’t make him look like a Neanderthal, but that’s exactly what he felt like.
“Thanks, Bo.” She took the guitar from him. “This is Shane. Shane, Bo.”
Shane nodded at the guy and turned his attention to Melissa. “Dinner tomorrow night?” She owed him a second date. Tonight, she seemed to want more than that.
“Oh, she didn’t tell you?” Bo pushed his hair out of his eyes. “She’ll be with me.”
“Their bass player is studying for exams. I’m sitting in for him.” She was almost apologetic. “We’re practicing every night this week.”
“We have a gig at Vickery’s on Shem Creek Friday night and then at Home Team on Saturday. You should come hear us.”
What was with the ‘we’ and ‘us’ shit?
“We’re good, but with Melissa, we’re
Yeah, he had, but Shane didn’t give a shit. Getting ribbed by a bunch of construction workers was the least of his worries. He calculated the distance between the water and the tent and figured they had a couple of hours before the guys needed to pack up everything. They were all hanging out at the Windjammer Bar on Front Beach, waiting for his call.
“So, do you want to stay a while longer?” He felt like the weight of the entire ocean was on his chest.
“Yes,” she whispered.
With the moon behind the clouds, Shane couldn’t see her face clearly. But then her head was on his shoulder, and she let out a deep sigh like she was home. He didn’t want to move, didn’t want to break the spell. He couldn’t help himself; he crooked his finger under her chin and tilted her face to his and kissed her. She melted into him, fisting her hand in his shirt, her breath quickening when she kissed him back.
A group of teenage boys walked by. “Get a room,” one of them said and they laughed.
She let out a long, breathy sigh, her forehead pressed against his. “This was amazing, Shane, but I’d better get home. Thanks for everything, I—” and then she stopped.
Damn, she was hard to read. When he and the guys had been down on the beach earlier setting up, they’d ribbed him about just trying to get laid. He didn’t expect Melissa to invite him to her bed. Or, hell, maybe he did just a little, but when she’d said she’d better get home, he couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.
“I saw you parked across the street from my house after the oyster roast.”
“Melissa, I put Cassie in a cab and went back for you. When you weren’t there, I went to your house.”
“Bo was—”
“Look, you don’t owe me an explanation.” But he was damn glad she felt like she did.
She seemed relieved. He didn’t blame her, talking about that guy was as awkward as talking about Cassie, and Shane didn’t need awkward. They walked back up the path from the beach, his arm around her shoulders and hers snaked around his waist. About halfway up 30th, Shane heard the faint sound of an acoustic guitar. As they got a little closer, he saw the red Prius in her driveway. Un-fucking-believable. She unwrapped herself from around Shane, but he held her hand.
“I’m sorry, Shane. I didn’t know Bo was going to be here.”
“It’s okay.” It wasn’t okay, but it wasn’t her fault.
If this guy wanted to go toe-to-toe for Melissa, Shane was all for it. He was sitting on her porch with that whole blond, Curt Cobain thing going on. Bare feet propped up on the only other chair, presumably the one he was saving for Melissa. Shane opened the arbor gate, the guy nodded at them like it didn’t bother him in the least to see Shane with Melissa. He kept playing while Shane’s anger grew and Melissa gave off a massive oh shit vibe.
As they started up the walkway, the asshole had the nerve to get up and kiss her on the cheek like Shane wasn’t even there. “Hey, babe. Brought your guitar back. It sounds good.”
There wasn’t a whole lot Shane could do or say that wouldn’t make him look like a Neanderthal, but that’s exactly what he felt like.
“Thanks, Bo.” She took the guitar from him. “This is Shane. Shane, Bo.”
Shane nodded at the guy and turned his attention to Melissa. “Dinner tomorrow night?” She owed him a second date. Tonight, she seemed to want more than that.
“Oh, she didn’t tell you?” Bo pushed his hair out of his eyes. “She’ll be with me.”
“Their bass player is studying for exams. I’m sitting in for him.” She was almost apologetic. “We’re practicing every night this week.”
“We have a gig at Vickery’s on Shem Creek Friday night and then at Home Team on Saturday. You should come hear us.”
What was with the ‘we’ and ‘us’ shit?
“We’re good, but with Melissa, we’re
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