Chapter 1
SABLE COVE BOOK ONE
Brody let out a gruff sound. “Do you remember when I saw you at the beach that night?”
“I remember you trying to kick us off it," Delany said.
He rolled his eyes. “I wanted to ask you out. But I lost my nerve and instead said something that made me look like a jackass.”
Her mouth fell open. Holy crap—was he was going to ask her out?
“I didn’t know. I thought—” She bit her bottom lip and didn’t finish her sentence.
He stared at her intently, and she thought she might melt from his gaze. All sorts of wicked thoughts traipsed through her mind, and she once more wished she were wearing something sexier than her llama pjs.
He rose slowly to his feet and moved to stand before her. He looked down at her, all strength and male, and offered her his hand. She took it, and he pulled her up swiftly and against him, causing her to let out a squeak in surprise.
“You thought what, sweetheart?” He banded an arm around her waist and kept her close. So close she could feel his hard body against hers, particularly the ridge of his erection, which was digging into her hip.
Instead of answering that question, she whispered, “What are you doing, Brody?”
“Asking a question.”
“With me pressed against you? What is this, some kind of vampire lie detector?”
He snorted. “I can smell a lie, so I have no need to touch you. What I want is an answer.”
“Why did you lose your nerve?”
“Stop answering my questions with more questions.”
She liked him getting all growly. She thought shifters were the only ones who growled.
“I thought you didn’t want anything to do with me romantically,” she said.
“Do you want something to do with me romantically?”
“Weren’t we not supposed to answer questions with questions?”
He smiled, which took his sexy features and amped them up by a thousand.
“Indeed. I’m a chickenshit asshole who can’t be around you without getting tongue-tied.
I’m not perfect, and my background is pretty fucked up, so I don’t think you deserve someone like me.
It’s been hard keeping my distance, but it’s even more difficult not being around you. ”
“So you do like me?”
“Of course. How could I not? You’re gorgeous and powerful, strong and independent, and you’re just about the nicest person I’ve ever met.
But more than that, is that I feel connected to you on a soul-deep level, and I can’t keep things going the way they are without at least flaying open my chest and letting you know the truth. ”
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Say you like me back and you’d like to go out with me.”
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