Whisky State of Mind by Karlene Blakemore-Mowle Read Free Book Online Page B

overbearing thing…it was time I got out and spread my wings a little. ”
    Over the main course she continued to learn a little more about his family and his upbringing. He’d seen his parents struggling to raise their family, and she understood why he was so determined to make something of himself.
    They walked the short distance to her apartment, chatting about their favorite music and movies and when her building came in sight, Sky realized she was disappointed that their evening had come to an end.
    Or was it? You could ask him up…look at him! She tried to ignore the little voice that grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her. He was extremely doable. God, he was so damn…perfect, she sighed blissfully.
    Perfect. The word reverberated inside her mind. The only thing perfect about her was that she was perfectly sure she had a long way to go before she was worthy of perfect! Who was she kidding? What did this guy , who had the world at his feet, see in her? Maybe Marcy was right…this was a guy who was on his way up his career ladder and had his life worked out to the very last detail…what was he doing with her? A waitress with a half-finished degree and a family that put the dis into dysfunctional.
    “Thank you for dinner…I had a great time,” she murmured, digging in her handbag for keys.
    A finger under her chin brought her gaze into line with his and she felt like a deer caught in headlights as she stared helplessly into the twin pools of his dark, sinful, hot-chocolate eyes. “I want to see you again, Sky,” he said softly.
    “I…” She started then stopped. The way he was looking at her mouth distracted her, making her lose her train of thought. “You’re beautiful,” she whispered, then froze.  OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod she didn’t just blurt that out loud…did she? But his deep chuckle told her she had.
    “That’s supposed to be my line,” he said, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face and leaning in to plant a feather-light kiss across her lips.
    Her head began to hurt as a flood of conversation broke out between her conscience and her libido. They both agreed he was smokin’ hot, but there was a definite disagreement between his motives. She didn’t think he was a player—far from it, she’d never seen him trying to chat up any women at the coffee shop—and she would have seen that! But Marcy’s words continued to haunt her.
    Did she really want to be a one-night stand for this guy? Or worse yet—his fill in sex until he met the ideal woman who would fit into his life plan? The thought managed to douse what was left of her desire to drag him upstairs and rip his clothes off. Reluctantly, she stepped away from his tempting warmth. 
    “Goodnight, Caleb. Thank you again for dinner.”
    “Goodnight. Sweet dreams,” he smiled, waiting until she’d fumbled with her keys and managed to open the front door before turning away.
    It didn’t seem real, she thought as she climbed the stairs to her apartment, slowly. She’d been daydreaming about this guy for the last few months and now, here she was…she’d gone out to dinner and kissed him. Even the brown droopy plant outside her door couldn’t take away from the giddiness of the moment. She really did need to water that thing soon .
    She unlocked her apartment door and made sure it locked securely behind her. Closing her eyes she dropped her head against the wall and groaned. What an idiot! She had a drop -dead gorgeous guy who would have happily spent the night with her and what did she do? Run away like a terrified rabbit!
    The sound of the buzzer close to her head made her jump. Before she could even press the intercom to answer, it buzzed angrily a second, then third time. “Alright!” she snapped, pressing the intercom down. “Hello?”
    “It’s Sawyer. Let me in,” came the terse reply.
    Sawyer? What the hell? “What do you want?”
    “Buzz me in. I need to see you.”
    For a moment she glared at the intercom,