Dare Me Once by Shelly Alexander

Author:Shelly Alexander [Alexander, Shelly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781503901766
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Published: 2018-07-16T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

LILY’S LIFE LESSON #12

When bad habits won’t die, use a sharper knife.

Saturday evening, Trace stood under the shower, bracing his weight against the tiled wall with both hands. The hot water washed over him, and the tension in his tired muscles relaxed. He’d already lined up half the island’s business owners as clients, all of whom were just as frustrated as he was with the inconsistency of their current deliveries. The solution had been right in front of him, but it took Lily’s creative business mind for him to see it.

Same way it took Lily’s involvement with Ben’s science project for Trace to realize what a crummy father he’d been lately. Something he couldn’t allow to continue.

He hadn’t been completely honest with her. Work wasn’t the only thing distracting him. He wanted her. Badly. And if he’d thought one kiss would be enough to get her out of his head, he’d been terribly wrong. She’d tasted like the ocean breeze that blew in the tide on a warm summer evening.

Ocean breeze? Tide? Dudes didn’t use words like that to describe a woman.

He’d damn sure pump iron—or something just as manly—as soon as he got out of the shower. Elliott had a weight bench set up at his place. Trace would pay him a visit and bench-press a few thousand pounds to get his manhood back.

He stood under the water so long, it ran cold. Trace didn’t move. First time in his life he’d hoped for shrinkage. Did absolutely no good.

That kiss had only stoked his flames of desire, making his nights more restless while he thought of how soft and sexy she’d felt molded against him . . . of how much he wanted her against him again with his mouth exploring every crevice.

A thump sounded from the den, and Trace leaned back out of the stream of water. A swipe of a palm over his face wiped the drops away, and he listened.

Another thump sounded.

Trace slowly reached for the knobs and shut off the water. His father had taken Ben and Sophie to the mainland for the night, leaving Trace alone in the house. Either the raccoon that’d interrupted his kiss with Lily was back and making himself at home in the den, or the Remington had a prowler on the grounds.

He draped a towel around his waist and snuck down the hall to peek around the corner into the den.

Thing One and Thing Two had their feet propped on the coffee table and were helping themselves to beer. Far worse than a raccoon.

Trace relaxed. “Sure. Make yourselves comfortable.” He walked through the den to the kitchen to get a beer for himself.

“Hey, asshat,” Elliott said.

Spence took a swig. “We’re going to the Fallen Angel for a beer. Get dressed. You’re going with us.”

Trace sank into the chair and popped the cap off the bottle. “Too tired. I’m gonna catch up on sleep.” It had been in short supply lately. “Get your feet off my table.”

“Wuss.” Elliott uncrossed his ankles and put his leather all-weather boots on the floor.

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