Page 52 of Taming Waves

Parker: Anything you’ll let me be.

I consider Heather’s words from the other night.“I’d love a chance to have hot, sweaty sex with my first one more time. If for no other reason than to show him how damn good I’ve gotten at it.”

Me: What if it’s only one meal? Would that be enough for the wolf?

My finger lingers over the back button a few beats before I finally say, “Fuck it,” and hit Send.

Parker: I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. Open the door.

A shiver of anticipation runs through me. Before I can type a response, my phone pings again.

Parker: Ten minutes.

Me: No. Not here. I’ll come to you.

Parker: Hurry.

Me: Be there in twenty.

Parker: Please tell me you’re going to have Warner drop you off at my condo.

I laugh as I read his response out loud.

Cocky bastard.

I talked myself in and out of this a dozen times as I freshened up and packed a light bag. Now, I’m in my car, headed to Parker’s house for … what? One tawdry night of sex?

The traffic light in front of me is yellow, and I slow to a stop when it turns red.

What the fuck are you doing, Audrey?

This is a bad idea. I should make a right turn and head back home, but I’m not going to because I’m an idiot.

Throughout dinner, all I could think about was Parker and that kiss. Poor Warner had to repeat himself every five minutes because I couldn’t focus on anything he said. If Parker hadn’t messaged me when he did, I’m not sure I wouldn’t have been the one to pick up the phone and call him.

I pull my car under the condo, grab my bag from the passenger seat, and walk around to the stairs that lead up to the deck.

Anson is descending them with a bag over his shoulder.

“Hey, Audrey,” he says when he sees me.

“Hey. Where are you headed this late?” I ask.

“I’m going to bunk over at Sebastian’s cabana for the night. Give you two some privacy.”

“That’s ridiculous. You don’t have to do that,” I say as he squeezes past me.

“Ohhh, yes, I do.”

I turn and watch as he tosses the bag in the bag of his truck.

“Anson, no,” I call.

“I don’t mind a bit. You two have a good night,” he says, waggling his eyebrows.

“Audrey.”

I look up at the sound of Parker’s voice. He’s standing at the top of the steps.

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