Reflection (Game On Trilogy #2) by Lisa Sommers Read Free Book Online Page B

pretty little head of hers.”
    “Yeah, I just wish I knew what it was.” I mumble under my breath.
    Neither of us speak another word about Chelsea or anything else for that matter until we hear the click of the door.
    We both turn around to see Judith and Chelsea enter the room.
    “There’s my best girl.” Bob says as he makes his way to his wife.
    Chelsea lowers her head and just busies herself with a crate of champagne. I quickly walk over to her. “Let me help you.”
    She grips tighter to the box and doesn’t say a word.
    “Please. I can tell it’s heavy. Let me help you.” Damn stubborn woman.
    “I’m fine.” She turns to put the large box on the floor next to the counter. “If you want, you can grab the remaining bottles. They are on a cart in the hallway.”
    I quickly walk to the hallway before she has a chance to change her mind and do it all herself. I return with one box, set it on the floor next to the other one and go back to get the last box. Once I return, I set the box down and start helping with putting them in the refrigerator to keep them cold.
    My arm brushes against hers as we go back and forth putting the bottles away. I feel the warmth of her skin and I want nothing more than to brush my lips against her bare shoulder, but I refrain. Why does she have to look so damn sexy?
    We both reach for the last bottle in the box and my hand lays on top of hers and neither of us move for long seconds. She pulls away all to quick, but the feeling of her doesn’t escape me. I feel a little part of me die as she retreats further away from me.
    “Chelsea,” I have no idea what I plan on saying to her. But, she cuts me off all too soon anyway.
    “Don’t. Not here. Not today.” She says.
    “I wasn’t . . .”
    “Today is Alli’s day.”
    “I know that.”
    “Then let’s just get through today and then we’ll talk.”
    “When?” I ask. I need to know she is not going to disappear from my life.
    Finally, Chelsea looks up at me for the first time since she walked into this room. I see hurt in her eyes and it makes me wonder who hurt her. It’s clear someone in her past crushed her soul so bad that she can’t open herself up to something that could be so good. “I don’t know,” she shakes her head. “I don’t know.” She repeats.
    It sounds so final. I release all the air from my lungs, trying to reign in my emotions. She is still looking at me as if she is fighting something inside of her. “Are you okay?” I ask. I need to know what I am up against.
    She slowly shakes her head once again. “No,” she mouths that one single word to me.
    God so help me, that one word just breaks my heart. “Oh baby, please tell me what is wrong.”
    All too soon, the click of the door breaks our bubble and the aroma of food glide’s between us.
    Chelsea takes a step back leaving me to reach for her bare arm. I don’t want her to leave me. Not just yet.
    “I’m sorry.” She says and I slowly release my grip, trailing my fingers down her soft skin until I reach her delicate fingers and then the contact is lost. Chelsea is only four feet away from me, yet it feels like hundreds of miles between us.
    Once again, she busies herself with the caterers, setting up food on the counters and champagne glasses on the table. I retreat to the other end of the room with a beer in my hand and watch her. She is so beautiful. She’s wearing the most flattering pink summer dress. Although, she can be wearing sweats and a t-shirt and still look equally as gorgeous. However, the zipper that runs down the back of her dress begs for me to lower it just a little more so that I can run my fingers across the dip of her lower back. I knew today would be tough, but fuck me, I can’t seem to want anyone else but her. Her suntanned skin shimmers from the lights that shine down from the ceiling. Her hair, that glows with bursts of blonde and chestnut brown streaks, begs for me to fist it into my hands as I kiss my way