Page 5 of Every Bit As Perfect
That damn butterfly took off at the sound of his voice.My head snapped up.“Daire!What are you doing here?”
He grinned at me easily and teased, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know this was Harley’s private property.”
I looked him over and immediately decided men should not be permitted to wear jeans barefoot.
Irritated at how good he looked, and what it did to me, I replied, “It should be.”
The muscles in his arms flexed as he crossed them over his broad chest.Long legs encased in denim and a fitted white t-shirt did amazing things for his arms and drew my eyes like a magnet.
When my gaze finally returned to his face, he winked at me.
I blushed but forged ahead boldly.I’d be damned if I let his pretty face cow me.“You can’t blame me.”
“What do you mean?”
I shrugged and braved my way through.“Man candy is man candy, Daire.If you’re going to walk around looking that good, women are going to look at you.”
He barked out a laugh.“I look good to you, Harley?”
I scoffed and turned away.“Oh, I think you know you look good to most everybody.”
“No,” he replied softly.“I didn’t know that.But it’s good to hear.”
An awkward silence settled between us.
I shuffled along stiffly.I was being ridiculous.There was no need for this juvenile timidity.I was a grown woman and I’d hung out with Daire on numerous occasions in the two months he’d called Sage Ridge home.
But I’d never, not once, been alone with him.
And being alone with him now reminded me of the places my dreams took us when I turned out the lights.
His feet entered my peripheral vision.“What are you looking for?”
“Sea glass,” I answered perfunctorily.“There used to be a glass factory on the other side of the lake.When the waves are high, they bring in a ton of sea glass.”
He bent low and picked up a piece of frosted teal.“Is this one?”
“Yup.Probably from a bottle of mineral water or an ink jar.”
“How do you know?”
“The color.”
“It comes in different colors?”
“Yes.Mostly amber and white.Greens are harder to come by, blue and red are extremely rare.”
He offered it to me.
My eyebrows flew up as I met his dark gaze.“You don’t want it?”
He studied me for a moment.
This wasn’t the first time I’d been the recipient of his brand of attention.It unnerved me in the best and worst of ways.Shuttering my heart, I looked away.
“I think you’ll enjoy it more than I would.”
Nestled in the palm of his hand, he offered it to me.
