She's the One (Lowcountry Lovers Series Book 2) Read Online Free

Shane had spoken a language they’d understood. “Get your pool contractor over here. We’d like the work done before we come down for the summer. The guy shook Melissa’s hand, and the couple got in their high-end rental car and drove away.
    She was trembling when she got in the truck. Shane knew the house was listed at just over five million dollars and a sale like that would mean more than a three hundred thousand dollar commission for her since she also had the listing. He also knew she’d sunk everything she had into Island Bliss and she needed the cushion a sale like that would bring.
    “I’m sorry,” Shane said. “I just lost it, and I—”
    She caught him off guard, but her lips landed on his in a long, wet kiss.
    “Thank you,” she whispered.
    He’d waited six damn months for that kiss and it wasn’t nearly enough. He threaded his fingers in her long, blond curls and pulled her into him. This time, the kiss was longer, slower, the way he wanted to make love to her . Jesus, where had that come from? They were still sharing the same air when she sat up abruptly like she’d read his mind. She tried to wipe the kiss away, but her face was flush with wanting.
    “Don’t get me wrong,” he said, “that was a great thank-you, but I just let a half-million dollars walk.” His body still hummed from a simple kiss, heart hammering out of his chest. Hell, there was nothing simple about it. “Three dates would be a better thank-you.”
    “I already thanked you improperly , Shane. Just let it go at that.” She buckled her seatbelt and stared straight ahead, flustered and beautiful, refusing to look at him.
    Aw, to hell with it all. He was done pretending he wasn’t so far gone over this woman it was ridiculous. Had been since the day they’d met. “By the end of the second date, if you can look me in the eye and tell me you don’t feel this thing we have, I’ll let you out of the last one.”

Chapter Three

    M elissa’s heart was beating out of her chest, while Shane started the truck like nothing had happened. But that kiss had rocked her down to the soles of her Kate Spade sandals. He must have sensed her bewilderment and he was showing no mercy—silence. To make things worse, the island was busy, lots of tourist and pedestrians crossing the street to get a jump on their weekend beachcombing. Of course, Shane had to stop for every stinking one of them. They trailed across the road like a desert caravan with their beach carts and their coolers and three hundred little children in tow.
    “Turn here and take Back Bay to avoid the traffic.” There, she sounded all business like again, didn’t she? Maybe a little breathy. Oh, this was not good.
    He raised his shades. “I like this drive.” More time with you was implied. And to top it off, he looked at her with that stupid, gorgeous smirk that said too much.
    “Stop it.”
    “Stop what?” The last person moseyed across the road and waived at Shane, and he started down Palm Boulevard again towards Island Bliss.
    “Stop looking at me.”
    “Can’t do that.”
    “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
    “I’m not going to let you go,” Shane said as he pulled into the parking lot.
    He was doing his best to exasperate her, but she refused to give him that. “The oyster roast and coffee. That’s it.”
    “Three dates. Dinner on the island, the oyster roast doesn’t count. Coffee isn’t a date, but I know how much you love it, so if you want to meet for coffee, I’m good with that, too. Second date, dinner at Tristan’s.”
    Shit, only the most romantic restaurant in Charleston.
    “We’ll leave the third date open for now, but I’m thinking I’ll cook for you at my place. It’s not Tristan’s, but I’ve got some skills.”
    Melissa growled, got out of the truck, and hurried into Island Bliss.
    “Girl, that man can push your buttons like nobody’s business,” Pearl teased. “If I didn’t have Henry, I’d sure like some