Seal It With A Kiss (McClellan Trilogy)

Seal It With A Kiss (McClellan Trilogy) by Judy Hagemann Read Free Book Online Page B

Book: Seal It With A Kiss (McClellan Trilogy) by Judy Hagemann Read Free Book Online
Authors: Judy Hagemann
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you?”
    “Lisa. I have never seen you here before.”
    “You must come here quite a bit.”
    “Now and again.” She replied.
    “So you know a lot of people here right now?”
    “A few, but there are some newbies here tonight including the brunette that you keep looking at.”
    “So what is the normal crowd like?”
    “Pretty much the college scene.”
    “Are you one of them?” He asked trying to see if he could get any possible information on who to keep an eye on.
    “What brings you in here?”
    “Did you just ignore my question?” He asked in a surprised tone.
    “If I was, would I be too young for you?”
    “Age is only a number.”
    “Good to know. Speaking of numbers, here’s mine.” She said as she pulled out a pen and wrote on his palm. “Well, I have to bounce—I have a paper to write by tomorrow morning. Nice meeting you Brock—I hope you know what to do with that number.”
    “Nice to meet you too Lisa.”
    At a quarter to nine, Brock watched Holly get up from her barstool and head to the door. “I will give her five minutes.” He thought to himself as he watched the other patrons in the bar. After the five minutes had passed and no one else had left, Brock decided it was time for him to leave too.
    Holly kept checking her rearview mirror, but it didn’t appear that anyone was following her. She had taken a longer route to Brock’s house just in case. Pulling into his driveway, her first impression of his house was that it fit him well. It was a brick ranch style home that looked to be very homey. She couldn’t wait to go inside and give herself a tour. Using the key he had given her, she unlocked the door and walked in locking the door behind her as she felt the wall for a light switch. “Found it.” She said aloud. Flipping it on, she slowly made her way into the kitchen. She was amazed how large and current it was. A lot of space to entertain she thought to herself. Next, she headed down the hallway passing a bathroom and two bedrooms—again very neat and tidy. The door at the end of the hallway was closed and she assumed that it was Brock’s bedroom. Even though her mind was screaming not to open that door, her hand reached forward and opened it. Flipping on the light switch, her eyes were immediately drawn to the large bed that took up a great deal of the room. She noticed that it was taller than most and oh how it looked inviting. Not being able to help herself, she removed her shoes and climbed up onto the bed and laid on her back with her eyes closed enjoying how soft and comfortable it felt. A moan escaped her lips.
    Brock couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Holly stretched out on his bed and when he heard her moan, he nearly came undone. “Comfortable?”
    Holly’s eyes shot open and she scrambled to get off of the bed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—I shouldn’t have…”
    “Honestly, I didn’t mind the scenery. I was just thinking that I wish it was me that made you moan and not my damn bed.”
    “I need to get home.” She said as she tried to run past him.
    Brock grabbed her on the way by and pulled her tight to his body. “I don’t want you to leave.” He whispered.
    “We can’t do this.” Holly said shaking her head and averting her eyes.
    “Why not? I know you want to—I sure as hell want to.”
    “It will never work—I have seen these types of relationships and they never work.”
    “Those relationships aren’t us.”
    “But they could be.”
    “So you would rather suffer and deny yourself a chance at what we could have?”
    “No! Of course not, but one of us has to be reasonable here.”
    “Reasonable? That is what you think you are being?”
    “I’m scared.” Holly finally admitted.
    “Of me? Did I give you a reason to be scared?” He asked as he searched her eyes.
    “No, I’m not scared of you. I’m scared of letting myself have feelings for you and getting hurt. I’m scared of turning this page; because once we do there is no

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