Chance of A Lifetime (Anderson Brothers #3) by Marissa Clarke

Author:Marissa Clarke [Clarke, Marissa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B016VIVL7A
Publisher: Entangled: Lovestruck
Published: 2015-11-16T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Chance fastened his top button and swept the hair out of his eyes.

“So, why’d you put on a shirt if we’re going swimming?” Gen asked as they crossed the beach together, walking so close they bumped each other like they used to when they were younger. If he kept a straight line and constant speed, she didn’t need a cane or to hold on to him. The powdery white sand was obstacle-free, so she could easily navigate. He loved moments like this in which she had autonomy. He’d actually whooped out loud when he found out she’d moved out of her parents’ house and into an apartment of her own two months ago. A woman like this needed to spread her wings, not be separated from the world by safety glass.

“Because we’re playing spin the bottle first, and fair is fair. You have on two items of clothing, and now so do I.”

“It’s going to be a short game with only two.”

“It seems like an unfair game anyway,” he said, stopping under the shade of a cabana erected near the water. “At least for you, it seems unfair. It’s visual. Players get to see each other with their clothes off.”

She took a large swallow of the beer he’d given her, and the movement of the muscles in her throat mesmerized him. “You’re assigning way too much value to the sense of sight in this game. I’m going to enjoy this every bit as much as you.” She finished off the beer and handed him the bottle, then tilted her head. “You didn’t drink one, did you?”

“No.”

“Andy, my bartender friend, says you never drink at all.”

“I don’t.”

“You used to in high school. A lot.”

“I swore off alcohol a while back.”

“And it doesn’t bug you that I drink?”

“Not at all. It’s a matter of excess. You drink socially and for pleasure. I drank to get drunk. Period. I know myself well enough to know when it’s wise to step up or step back.”

She reached out and touched his face, tracing his features. As she ran her fingertips over his lips, he kissed them, and she grinned. He pulled her to him in a hug and kissed the top of her head. “Time to play. Prepare to lose.”

He spread a large beach towel on the sand under the thatched-roof cabana and smoothed the area in the center, placing the bottle on its side. Not ideal spinning conditions, but it would be a short game, so it would have to do. “Ready?”

“Always.” She shuffled closer, feeling for the towel with her toes, then leaned down to locate the bottle and a place to sit, nearly spilling her breasts out of the swimsuit. Chance took a deep, controlled breath and bit back a groan. A very short game.

“So, who spins first?”

“You do.”

She grinned and found the bottle. Then gave it a twirl. Because of the soft sand and towel, it only spun a half turn, straight at him. She leaned forward and ran her hands over the bottle, then sat back triumphant.

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