From my WIP "The Bet," A contemporary romance
If any of you have read excerpts of this in my other sweet saturday samples you'll know what's going on. If not, here's a catch up: Kacey agrees to fake an engagement with her friend from high school Jake who also happened to break her heart in college, all because he's bribing her with money she needs to start her own business.
She agrees, not for the money, but because Jake makes it seem like a life or death situation, something to do with his grandma's dying wish.
Jake's parents think Kacey's pregnant which is why they are rushing to get married.
Travis, Jake's brother, has had a crush on Kacey for basically his whole life and thinks his brother is a selfish idiot.
Yup, that pretty much catches you up ;)
Kacey checked her phone for the tenth time that night. Nothing, not even a text from Jake.
What the heck was wrong with him? She was here helping him! And he had work? She didn’t buy it. She wasn’t stupid. But it did make her feel awkward when his parents kept giving her concerned looks.
They finally went to bed, shortly after the pie incident, which she decided was one of those freak moments where you lose control of bodily function as well as logic and make bad choices. Kind of like when you're drunk, which she wasn’t because according to Jake's parents she was carrying his love child.
Dang you, Jake Titus.
“Kace!” Travis strolled into the room, absolutely shirtless and wearing nothing but pajama pants. Was her tongue hanging out of her mouth? Oh Lord above, she was beginning to sweat. Geez, at least turn the air on in this place.
Averting her eyes, she managed an awkward laugh. “Whats up?”
“Movie night.” He threw a pillow at her and went to the DVD’s.
“Um, is it naked movie night? I’m not sure I got that memo?” She looked him up and down when he turned around.
“I’m sorry, does my mascuilinity frighten your prudish nature?”
She snorted. “Please, I just don’t want to get last nights skank on me, I hear diseases travel through too much skin contact.”
He rolled his eyes. “I’ll put a shirt if you take off yours.”
How tempting that was… "Take off my shirt? So you can finally see my chest? Oh gosh, Travis. Let me think. Give you the fantasy you’ve been dreaming of for years, or keep my pride. Yeah, I think I’ll keep my pride.”
He shrugged. “Suit yourself, but it really isn’t slumber party if you're not naked.”
“What the heck kind of slumber parties were you subjected to as a child?” Kacey asked.
Travis grinned shamelessly. “Only the good ones. Now seriously, go change into sweats. I’ll wait.”
“Fine.” She hopped off, her heart was beating erratically out of her chest. This witty banter had to stop. For crying out loud, they were adults! Not teenagers! She grabbed some short Victoria Secret shorts and a black tank and put on her slippers to make it look less...seductive. Not that she was seducing him. Her stupid skin betrayed her in the mirror as it turned a very nice crimson color.
She really needed to start dating more.
Taking the stairs two a time she went back down to the living room and saw Travis opening a bottle of wine. “Thought you could use this, even though it’s not good for the baby.” He winked.
“I would drink that whole bottle if I knew it wouldn’t get me completely drunk. I miss wine.”
“Um, you haven’t had it for one night, and you miss it?”
“Clearly you underestimate my relationship with wine, and what I do on the weekends when I’m by myself reading.”
“You wild thing you.” Travis nudged her and filled her glass to the brim. He should be sainted, immediately.
Their fingers brushed slightly as he handed the wine over. His eyes flickered to her shorts. He cleared his throat. “Those are nice.”
“Thanks.” She inwardly smiled.
“Are they shorts or underwear?”
Was he being serious? “Shorts, you jerk, now what movie are we watching?”
“Not in the mood, not near enough wine in my system for me to embark on such strenuous activities.”
“Ah, pregnancy brain, it does it to ya, it really does.” Travis got up and turned off the lights, then pressed play. “I thought you might want to watch a horror movie.”
A cartoon popped up on the screen. Kacey blinked as the music came on, then nearly fell out of her seat. “Oh my gosh, we can’t watch this Travis. I can’t watch this. It’s been forever, and...”
“Conquer your fears, Kace.”
Kacey scooted a little closer to him, just in case some of the cartoons did in fact decide to pop out and devour her.
He pressed pause and laughed. “Kace, really? I thought you’d be over this fear by now.”
“It’s not a fear.” Kacey drank her wine faster. ‘”It’s a scary movie!”
“It’s Alice in Wonderland.”
Kacey shook her head a few times and drank some more wine. “Curse that Cheshire cat.”
Travis held up his wine. “To conquering old fears?”
Something shifted between them then. His eyes, though it was dark, seemed to be hiding something as if he was talking about more than her stupid phobia. She leaned in, now completely relaxed after downing half her wine already and whispered, “To conquering old fears.”