Bachelor's Bought Bride by Jennifer Lewis Read Free Book Online

the city, eaten countless meals and even—gasp!—held hands.
    But not a single kiss on the lips. He brushed her cheeklightly with his lips when they said goodbye, but that was it.
    Maybe he wasn’t attracted to her, after all?
    She should be exhilarated after her shoot. Despite a late start, everything had gone smoothly and the proofs were to die for. The star was every bit as charming and polite as she’d imagined, and she’d managed not to blush and stammer like a teenager in his presence. She even showed him her portfolio so he’d have some idea of who the heck was taking his picture, and he’d asked all kinds of questions and seemed genuinely enthusiastic about her work.
    She should be over the moon. Her first professional assignment was safely under her belt and she had another date with the most gorgeous man in San Francisco.
    So why did she feel so…uneasy?
    Gavin seemed to be interested. Something twinkled in his eyes when he looked at her, and she’d caught him sneaking glances at her cleavage, which had been on display more over the last couple of weeks than ever in her life.
    He laughed at her jokes and appeared intrigued by all the odd anecdotes she’d picked up over the years. At one point, in the quiet gloom of an abandoned Alcatraz cell, she could almost swear he was going to step forward and kiss her. Tension hummed in the air like whispered voices of the people who’d been captive there. Her skin tingled at his nearness and she hoped with bated breath that he’d reach out to her.
    But he didn’t. And once again, after the ferry ride back, he said goodbye by pressing his lips gently to her cheek.
    Good old Bree. Not really the kissable type. Perhapshe saw her more as a friend. Or a sister, even, as that catty woman at his office party had suggested.
    A sharp knock on the door tugged her back to the present. Her heart pounded under her latest clothing purchase, a stylish blouse with fine green and gray stripes. She added an extra hint of gloss to her lips for luck. Maybe he’d notice them and want to put his own lips on them tonight. If not, she might have to take matters into her own hands.
    As if she had the nerve for that.
    She pulled open the door and, as usual, her lungs squeezed with excitement and a big goofy grin pulled at her lips. “Hi, Gavin.”
    “Hi, Bree.” The chaste cheek kiss he gave her still made her knees weak. How could a man smell so good after a long day at the office? Like wind and sea air and adventure. He’d changed into a pale blue shirt and faded jeans that hugged his thighs like a lover. “How do you feel about a walk to the Coit Tower on Telegraph Hill?”
    “Great.” Yeah, just great. The most popular proposal spot in the city and she was going to go there and maybe hold hands if she got lucky.
    Unless…
    She swallowed hard. No. Gavin Spencer was not going to propose to her tonight. This was the twenty-first century, not the eighteenth. A man did not ask a woman to marry him after accompanying her on a few bracing walks.
    “There’s a neat little Italian restaurant nearby, too, so we could grab some dinner.”
    “Sounds lovely.” Her reply came out sounding a bit forced.
    Gavin cocked his head. “Are you sure? Because we don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”
    “No, really, I’d love to.” She reached down to grab her bag.
    “And I was thinking that afterward, if you’d like, you could come back to my place for a nightcap.”
    “Oh. Sure, that would be great.” Suddenly she was all breathless excitement. Her cheeks heated. He surely wouldn’t ask her back to his place unless he intended to…
    Butterflies unfurled in her stomach. What exactly did he have in mind? Possibly quite a bit more than a kiss.
    “Let’s go.” He held out his hand and she took it. The door slammed behind her with a resounding thud.
    They walked briskly through the streets to Telegraph Hill, where the pale spire of the tower rose above the surrounding houses. The