Tectonic (Double Blind Study Book 3) by Heidi Hutchinson

Author:Heidi Hutchinson [Hutchinson, Heidi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-08-28T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Mix It Up

“Shane and Greta, sitting in a tree,” Bo sing-songed from the passenger seat.

“Keep singing that song, Beauregard, and I will eject you from a moving vehicle,” Greta threatened without looking over. Bo burst out laughing.

“Take it easy, Gret. I'm happy for you guys. You make sense together.”

That's what she kept hearing.

Greta didn't respond as she rested her left wrist on the steering wheel and let her mind revisit the past fifteen minutes.

Shane had asked if the kiss equaled driving the Viper. What he didn't know, what she was having a hard time believing, was that it surpassed everything she'd ever experienced in her whole life.

Heart palpitations? Check.

Forgot her own name? Check.

World muddled? Check.

And she could also throw in tingly skin, loss of breath, and rendering the laws of time and space meaningless.

Plus, he hadn't shaved in several days now, and her face was a little raw from his whisker burn. That gave her a different kind of tingle. She secretly hoped he wouldn't shave ever again. His hair was dark brown, but she had never realized that his beard would come in so dark and full. It was lush. Shane Brookings could definitely rock a beard.

She made a mental note to ask him about his future beard plans later that night when they “talked.” With a quick glance at the clock, she started the countdown in her head to when she could expect that to be. Then she immediately scolded herself internally for turning into a mushy, over-zealous girly-girl who couldn't function until her boyfriend got off of work.

She took her wrist off the steering wheel, transferred that elbow to her open window and rested her head in her hand. This had gotten weird. Fast.

Her jeans tugged at the tender part of her tattoo, reminding her of the promise she had foolishly and flirtatiously made before leaving his office. Yep, she was in trouble.

Shane had indeed thrown the rules out the window. Her rules. Did he even have the power to do that? No, he was a boy, and he couldn't tell her what to do.

Wait a minute, her inner vixen corrected her. Shane is no boy. He is all man. Have you seen the beard?

She rolled her eyes. She didn't even know she had an inner vixen until this moment. What the hell was Shane doing to her?

Kissing you like his mouth was made to fit against yours.

“Shut up,” Greta snapped under her breath.

“I didn't say anything,” Bo responded.

Greta ignored Bo and turned into their driveway, seeing the Volvo immediately. That meant that Clarke was back. Good, she needed to talk to someone reasonable. Someone who would tell her what to do to regain control of this situation.

Ooh! Don't forget to tell her about that delicious swirl thing that Shane can do with his tongue!

Greta closed her eyes after parking the Jeep and rested her head against the steering wheel as Bo jumped out.

“Freaking balls.”

***

As if her world wasn't all topsy turvy to begin with, it got a whole lot more wiggy that afternoon.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.