WalkingSin by Lynn LaFleur Read Free Book Online Page B

have wonderful scrapbooks from high
school on.”
    “Nothing before that?”
    “No.” Her life had been a huge mess before
the age of ten when she went to boarding school. There hadn’t been anything
she’d wanted to remember enough to put in a scrapbook.
    “Well, if you ever want anyone to work
with, my mom would love the company.”
    She hadn’t met Beverly Coleman yet, but
Alaina and Emma adored her. “I’m sure I’d enjoy that.” A sudden breeze blew a
tendril of hair on her cheek. She pushed it behind her ear. “She and your
father must be so excited about Alaina’s and Rye’s engagement.”
    “They don’t know yet. They’ve been out of
town.”
    Kelcey remembered Alaina and Emma talking
about Beverly and Kenneth going to the coast over the weekend. “They picked up
your grandfather from his cruise, right?”
    “Yeah.” Dax chuckled. “Pops is amazing.
He’ll be seventy-four next month, but I think he has more energy than I do.”
    “I’m eager to meet him.”
    “You will, Sunday at dinner.”
    Kelcey cringed at the mention of dinner at
the Colemans. She didn’t feel she had any right to be a part of family
traditions. “I won’t be going to your parents’ house Sunday.”
    A frown furrowed Dax’s brows. “Why not?”
    “Because it’s a family dinner, Dax.
I’m not part of your family.”
    “You’re Alaina’s and Emma’s best friend.
That makes you family.”
    “Dax—”
    “I promise you, if you don’t show up
Sunday, my mom will hunt you down and drag you there.”
    She wouldn’t argue with him. She simply
wouldn’t go on Sunday. That would solve everything.
    Another breeze ruffled her hair and she
could smell a hint of rain on the air. She looked up to see puffy clouds
quickly building up in the sky. “The rain must be coming earlier than the
weatherman predicted.”
    “Yeah.”
    She heard his camera snap. Kelcey returned
her gaze to Dax just as he snapped again. “Why are you taking pictures of me?”
    “Because you’re lovely.”
    Warmth traveled up her neck and into her cheeks.
She wasn’t used to receiving compliments, especially from men. “Maybe it’s time
for you to have your eyes checked.”
    “Did that last month. I have perfect
vision.” The camera snapped again. “C’mon, give me a smile.”
    Kelcey couldn’t help it. She laughed. “Dax,
stop it.”
    The rapid click-click-click of his
camera proved he held down the shutter button, taking many pictures only
seconds apart. “Pose for me.”
    “I don’t know what to do. Besides, you’re
supposed to be taking pictures for your mother.”
    “I can do both.” He turned the camera at a
ninety-degree angle and snapped again. “I’m sure Alaina would love some
pictures of you and Emma.” Click-click-click . “I should get the three of
you down here. The creek makes a great background for pictures.”
    A sudden gust of wind molded Dax’s T-shirt
to his chest and stomach. He always wore his long hair back in a ponytail.
Kelcey had a vision of his unbound hair blowing in the breeze. She knew it was
soft from touching it Saturday night.
    Other parts of him hadn’t been soft
Saturday. She’d felt his hard cock pressed against her tummy. It hadn’t been
the first time an aroused man had pressed up against her, yet she’d never
regretted pushing him away. She regretted that with Dax.
    He let his camera drop to the end of its
leather strap and rest on his chest. “There’s a great spot about fifty yards up
the creek where it widens and the water creates a deep pool. It’s shaded and
very peaceful. Want to see it?”
    Kelcey hesitated. Although she enjoyed his
company, she knew spending time with him would only cause her more frustration.
“I’d better get back to work.”
    She thought she saw disappointment in his
eyes before he glanced away. That emotion was gone when he looked back at her.
“Alaina’s a slave driver, huh?” he asked with a grin.
    “She hides her whip in the desk