You're Still the One by Erika Kelly

Author:Erika Kelly [Kelly, Erika]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781955462860
Publisher: EK Publishing, LLC

Chapter Thirteen

His first night in the new house had been miserable. Since it came furnished, he and his friends had only needed to bring in boxes and a few pieces of furniture from his apartment over the shop. Everything had gone smoothly.

No, the issue had been knowing Stella slept a few feet away in the carriage house. She’d kept the lights on all night—and he only knew that because he’d kept checking. He had a perfect view from his bedroom window.

What had kept her up all night?

He’d finally crashed around four, and now he was late for work and hurrying to get ready. Coming out of the bathroom, he heard female laughter downstairs and banged his shin on the dresser. “Dammit.”

So that’s how it’s going to be? She’s going to come and go as she pleases?

Yes, please.

What? No. That would be unbearable. He’d had a hard enough time agreeing to let her live in the guest house—he’d lose his mind if she were under his roof all the damn time. Grabbing jeans off the back of a chair and a clean T-shirt from the middle drawer, he tossed them on the bed.

He’d have to set some damn boundaries.

Ha. As if Stella paid attention to boundaries.

Which, of course, is one of the things I love about her. If he had to be honest, he sometimes felt caged by this constant state of…vigilance. And Stella was unencumbered. She was free.

But the last thing he needed was her scent lingering in the house or her laughter filling up his head because the constant reminder of her presence would wreck him.

Jesus, that afternoon in the cabin? The way her back had arched, the feel of her hand on his cock…fuck, he was getting hard just thinking about it.

Which is why I’m not giving her a key to the house.

Forget it. He couldn’t think about her right now. He had to get to the shop so he could be home when Austin got off the bus. If he had three fewer hours each day, he had to work harder and more efficiently with what he had.

Quickly pulling on his jeans, a long sleeve Boneyard T-shirt, and his black boots, he headed down the hallway. The whole place smelled like pancakes and syrup, coffee…and Stella. Music blasted, and he wanted to shout at her to turn it off. It was too damn early. But when he hit the dining room, he found Austin sitting at the table chewing and staring, mesmerized, into the kitchen.

He already knew what drew the boy’s attention, and he didn’t want to see it. Stella, shaking her ass as she sang along to the music, using the spatula as a microphone.

She’d danced for him plenty of times. Not to show-off. It was just what she did. She rocked out while she cooked, washed a truck, did laundry, or exercised.

She was fun, lively, and…

This isn’t going to work. They needed boundaries.

If Austin hadn’t called, interrupting them, Griffin would have made a huge mistake.

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