The Lemon Sisters by Jill Shalvis

Author:Jill Shalvis
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2019-04-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

“Grilled cheese sandwiches are life.”

In the time since Brooke had arrived at Whiskey River, the night had gone dark and windy. As Garrett walked her out, a heavy gust knocked her right into him. “Oops, sorry,” she started, but the words backed up in her throat as he used her momentum against her, his arms closing around her.

And damn, if he didn’t smell amazing. She sucked some of it in before she could catch herself.

In response, he blinked lazily and smiled, practically a sex act all in itself, and she pointed at him. “Stop that.”

“Stop what?” he asked innocently.

Uh-huh. “We’re not like that, remember? And I have plans for the night.”

“You still do.” Leaning in, he put his mouth to her ear. “Me.”

She laughed. She might be halfway drunk—and at least two inches shorter just from melting for him—but she hadn’t lost her memory. “I don’t think you understand exactly what my plans are.”

“Actually, you made them quite clear.”

She pushed him back a step and turned to walk across the parking lot, proud of herself for two things: resisting Garrett, and her ability to walk a straight line. Halfway across the asphalt, the sky let loose and started dumping.

She was drenched in seconds.

At her side, Garrett did his best to shield her with his body as he nudged her into the passenger seat of his truck. When the doors were shut, she sat there, dripping water everywhere, gasping at the shock of it. Garrett jogged around and slid behind the wheel.

“The entire night’s out to get me,” she said.

Garrett turned to face her, just as drenched. He stared at her for a long beat. “I’ve handled this all wrong from the start. I’ve handled you wrong.”

“Please,” she scoffed, looking away so he couldn’t see the unmistakable thrill that zipped through her at the thought of being “handled” by him. “You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.”

He gave a rough laugh and leaned in, tipping her face up before brushing his mouth to hers. Not a kiss, exactly. A pledge, with his intense dark eyes locked on hers, his voice serious. “You wanted something tonight.”

“Yes. Mindless sex.”

“I’m on board with that.”

“Have you forgotten you don’t want me, not ever again?”

“I’ve wanted you from day one, Brooke. What I don’t want are the games.”

She had no comeback for that. “So what do you want?”

“Same thing as you,” he said quietly, stroking a finger along her temple, tucking a wet strand of hair from her face.

Mindless sex.

For the night.

It was what she’d told him, and the thought of being with him was admittedly a thrill, and also a comfort, because there was no doubt they were extremely compatible in bed. In fact, in bed was where they’d done their best work. The question was, once morning came, could she walk away from him again?

GARRETT HELD HIS breath on Brooke’s response. She was in a pair of white shorts that were killing him, and in a gift from the gods,

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