The Light of Day Read Online Free
Author: Kristen Kehoe
to get me out of here.”
“Are you calling me lazy?”
I shrug, relaxing a little as our banter progresses onto familiar ground. “Well, it doesn’t look like you’ve had to work too hard for what you want, not with a face like that, so it’s understandable.”
“Ah, so you are interested.”
“More like observant.”
“Semantics.” He leans closer. “You sure you don’t want to take a walk? I’d put twenty on the fact that I could change your feelings from observant to interested in under a mile.”
Under a half-mile if my body keeps reacting to him this way. Because I’m actually tempted, I smile and pat his cheek condescendingly. “You’ll have better luck with the blonde over there in her daisy dukes and combat boots — she already looks primed. You might just get to keep being lazy.”
With that, I turn and head toward Mia and Nina, letting out a slow breath. I know if I turn his eyes will still be on me and for that reason I don’t, but I picture him in my head, all brown skin and dark eyes, that disheveled hair and tough body that speaks to who he is. Delectable, absolutely delectable. And bad, like most good things are.
Jake never makes contact the rest of the night, but each time I glance at him he’s looking at me, and each time I feel his look as if it’s his hands. Breathing deep, I turn away, but not without the slightest of shivers. Heading back to our hotel a few hours later with the Scientist and the bride in the car, I listen absently to their chatter, thinking that Wedding Week just got a whole lot more interesting.
Chapter Five
Jake
The warm desert air blows through the golf course and offers a slight bit of relief from the unseasonably warm late December weather. La Niña, they call it, though right now the heat might be from the lovebirds, I think as I watch Murph make up vows during this practice run, misquoting Shakespeare like an asshole. He’s got both of the Angel’s hands in his, and from the way she’s looking at him, with both tears and laughter in her eyes, I’m guessing this must mean something to her, like it’s their thing (though the English Lit major in me wants to pull Murph aside and let him know that Macbeth is most definitely not a romantic tale to be whispered to his bride).
When Murph finishes, Mia brings his lips down to hers, rising on her toes to meet him, to get closer, and the guy running the wedding has to break them apart so we can practice our procession off of the golf course and into the clubhouse for the reception. They laugh and out we go, the lovebirds first, followed by Max and Blue, who’s looking gorgeous tonight in a pale pink dress that should be demure with its simple lines and fitted material that slicks down her body almost to her knees, and has instead ended up making me want to lick her like a piece of candy.
When that image makes me uncomfortably hard, I shift and take a deep breath, working to alleviate the need that seems to claw its way through me every time I’m anywhere near her.
We’ve been circling each other all week. I’m staying in Ryan’s guestroom, and Cora’s staying at Mia’s house, which is conveniently located across the street. I haven’t had much time with her since we’ve been pretty divided by wedding parties, girls to luncheons and fittings, boys to tee times and bars, but I’ve glimpsed her going for a run every morning, sometimes with company, sometimes without, and I have to say, watching her move is a real pleasure.
Like right now, as she strides confidently down the aisle in some sort of barely-there shoe with a sky-high heel, showcasing her legs and other assets in that pretty candy pink dress.
I hear the wedding coordinator chirp my name and say go, as if I couldn’t figure out when to step next, so I tear my eyes away from Blue’s retreating figure and step to the
“Are you calling me lazy?”
I shrug, relaxing a little as our banter progresses onto familiar ground. “Well, it doesn’t look like you’ve had to work too hard for what you want, not with a face like that, so it’s understandable.”
“Ah, so you are interested.”
“More like observant.”
“Semantics.” He leans closer. “You sure you don’t want to take a walk? I’d put twenty on the fact that I could change your feelings from observant to interested in under a mile.”
Under a half-mile if my body keeps reacting to him this way. Because I’m actually tempted, I smile and pat his cheek condescendingly. “You’ll have better luck with the blonde over there in her daisy dukes and combat boots — she already looks primed. You might just get to keep being lazy.”
With that, I turn and head toward Mia and Nina, letting out a slow breath. I know if I turn his eyes will still be on me and for that reason I don’t, but I picture him in my head, all brown skin and dark eyes, that disheveled hair and tough body that speaks to who he is. Delectable, absolutely delectable. And bad, like most good things are.
Jake never makes contact the rest of the night, but each time I glance at him he’s looking at me, and each time I feel his look as if it’s his hands. Breathing deep, I turn away, but not without the slightest of shivers. Heading back to our hotel a few hours later with the Scientist and the bride in the car, I listen absently to their chatter, thinking that Wedding Week just got a whole lot more interesting.
Chapter Five
Jake
The warm desert air blows through the golf course and offers a slight bit of relief from the unseasonably warm late December weather. La Niña, they call it, though right now the heat might be from the lovebirds, I think as I watch Murph make up vows during this practice run, misquoting Shakespeare like an asshole. He’s got both of the Angel’s hands in his, and from the way she’s looking at him, with both tears and laughter in her eyes, I’m guessing this must mean something to her, like it’s their thing (though the English Lit major in me wants to pull Murph aside and let him know that Macbeth is most definitely not a romantic tale to be whispered to his bride).
When Murph finishes, Mia brings his lips down to hers, rising on her toes to meet him, to get closer, and the guy running the wedding has to break them apart so we can practice our procession off of the golf course and into the clubhouse for the reception. They laugh and out we go, the lovebirds first, followed by Max and Blue, who’s looking gorgeous tonight in a pale pink dress that should be demure with its simple lines and fitted material that slicks down her body almost to her knees, and has instead ended up making me want to lick her like a piece of candy.
When that image makes me uncomfortably hard, I shift and take a deep breath, working to alleviate the need that seems to claw its way through me every time I’m anywhere near her.
We’ve been circling each other all week. I’m staying in Ryan’s guestroom, and Cora’s staying at Mia’s house, which is conveniently located across the street. I haven’t had much time with her since we’ve been pretty divided by wedding parties, girls to luncheons and fittings, boys to tee times and bars, but I’ve glimpsed her going for a run every morning, sometimes with company, sometimes without, and I have to say, watching her move is a real pleasure.
Like right now, as she strides confidently down the aisle in some sort of barely-there shoe with a sky-high heel, showcasing her legs and other assets in that pretty candy pink dress.
I hear the wedding coordinator chirp my name and say go, as if I couldn’t figure out when to step next, so I tear my eyes away from Blue’s retreating figure and step to the
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