Making Waves: A Perfect Kisses Novella by Ophelia London Read Free Book Online

“You miss it but you’re afraid.”
    She twisted her neck and tipped her chin to meet his eyes, her hair tumbling over her shoulder. “Yes.”
    “I understand.” When she straightened and faced him, Will reached out, carefully resting a hand on her shoulder, longing to remove the sadness from her eyes—if only temporarily. He didn’t know what he could do to help. What he wanted to do was obvious, but kissing her would be helping him not her. Still, his fingers curled around the top of her shoulder, offering as much comfort as appropriate.
    “What are your plans for the rest of the afternoon?” he asked.
    “Type the article then email it to my editor. Hopefully it will be online tonight.”
    Right. The interview . That damn devil on his shoulder was hissing now.
    He nudged his arm against hers. “I hope you know how much my life is currently in your hands.” He’d said it with a light touch, but he’d never been more somber.
    “I intend on making you sound both deliciously human and incredibly badass.” She nudged him back.
    Not for the first time today, he felt his two personas at odds. The Will side had faith that she would keep her promise. Then he would be free to come clean with her about the rest of the story. But the shielded Chase side wasn’t ready to trust her completely…not until he’d seen exactly what she’d written.
    “What about after you finish writing?” he asked.
    “Driving my rental back to Honolulu, I guess.”
    “You have your laptop with you?”
    “In the car. Why?”
    The Chase side of his brain was way ahead of his mouth. “What if I drive you down the island? You can write your article while I chauffer.”
    “Really?”
    “You might have more questions,” he said, the Will side justifying the scheme with logic. “And we still need to eat. There’s a taco stand along the way.”
    “Sounds great. Thanks.”
    “Give me a minute to change.” He pointed at the Eddie logo on his rash guard shirt. “No reason to draw attention.”
    “Yeah.” She smiled. “I forgot who I was with for a second. You’re famous.”
    Will chuckled. “Hardly. My face isn’t as recognizable when I’m not attached to a surfboard.” Without thinking, he started pulling his shirt over his head.

Chapter Five
    Justine knew she was ogling him as obviously as she had that morning, but she couldn’t make herself stop. She’d seen Will without his shirt on at the beach, but there was something about being alone with him in a hotel room…with a view of the ocean and a king-size bed right there…
    Not noticing her ogle, or maybe being polite and not calling attention to it, Will draped his wetsuit top over his shoulder, then disappeared around the corner. She was tempted to follow him—not wanting to miss one second of his bare chest. Instead, she sucked in a breath and turned toward the water, trying not to imagine what was going on around that corner.
    A few people were on the beach. A family, maybe, with two little kids. Justine could hear their laughter and happy shrieking as they played in the surf. A sharp desire that she hadn’t felt in a long time pressed against her heart.
    A few minutes later, Will reappeared in long gray board shorts and a white T-shirt. His dark hair still had those sexy windblown curls. She wondered what it would be like to twirl one of them around her finger.
    “Ready?” he asked.
    In the Jeep, they headed back to Waimea Bay.
    “I’ll drop you here,” Will said, idling in front of her car. “There’s some empty spots up the hill. Will you come pick me up?”
    She noticed the pretty good-sized crowd on the beach. Will probably didn’t want to get nabbed. Knowing that he’d rather be with her than with his adoring fans made a different pang of desire flare in her chest.
    He’d been nothing but sweet to her all day—not like the bastard she’d pegged him for after he’d disappeared. And she still couldn’t get that kiss out of her mind. If she’d set