Shea, Amelia - [Lock-Hart 01] - Declan by Amelia Shea

Author:Amelia Shea [Shea, Amelia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-08-06T17:41:51+00:00

Chapter 15

THEY had spent a few hours at the lake before Evie and Declan headed back to the

cabin while the other stayed behind. He’d heard the shower stop about fifteen minutes

ago and waited for Evie to emerge from the bathroom. His scared little kitten was slowly

coming out of her cage.

It helped knowing that Trent, Kellan and, especially, Jordan, had taken to her. Aside

from his mom, Trent and Jordan were the two closest people to him. He knew they’d

make an effort—Trent because he genuinely liked Evie and saw how much she meant to

Declan, and Jordan because he’d asked her to. Growing up only two years apart, she’d

always had his back.

Kamryn was another story. He was ready to boot his little sister’s ass home. He

didn’t make a big deal about what Kellen had told him, if only to spare Evie the

embarrassment, but he was seconds away from handing Kam her ass if he heard one more

snide remark come out of her mouth.

Declan was seasoning the steaks for the grill when Evie came down the hall, her

footsteps soft. Gazing up, he saw her stop in the doorway to the hall. The black tank top

and cut-off shorts were new. Jordan had brought her some stuff. He smirked at the way

the shirt cupped her breasts and a sliver of midriff peeked out of the hem.

“I left my bathing suit in the bathroom to dry. Is that okay?”

He nodded. “C’mere, you can help.”

He went to the counter, grabbing the potatoes and putting them near the sink.

She came up next to him. “What can I do?”

His mind wandered. Just a simple question, and he had a hundred answers, though

none of them had to do with food. Curling the corner of his mouth, he said, “That’s a

loaded question.”

Her cheeks flushed pink and she tightened her lips, resisting a smile. “With dinner.”

He chuckled. “You can wash the potatoes, cover them in foil, and fork them.”

“Fork them?” she questioned, confused.

So fucking cute.

“Poke holes in them with the fork.” Leaning in to capture her lips, he pressed a small

quick kiss before pulling away and moving towards the steaks. He wasn’t a masochist.

He knew he’d have to wait to have her again. He was only torturing himself by getting a

hard cock he couldn’t do anything about until after everyone left tomorrow afternoon.

They worked in silence, getting the food ready. The group would be at the cabin

soon and complaining, if he knew Kellan.

“I like your tattoos.” Evie’s soft voice broke the silence.

“Yeah?” Declan spoke, wanting to hear her voice again.

“Yeah, they’re pretty.”

Declan looked over his shoulder to see her doing the same, and smirking.

“In a very manly way.”

Declan smiled, continuing to chop the vegetables.

“I always wanted one, but you know, I couldn’t. Paul said nothing identifiable, but I

almost got one. A small flower on my hip.” She sighed. “I chickened out, though.

Decided it wasn’t smart.”

Declan could hear the sorrow in her voice. He’d taken for granted his freedom in

marring his body with what he wanted, never giving it a second thought. He was himself,

exactly who he wanted to be.

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