Tempting Love
by
Melanie Shawn
Copyright © 2014 Melanie Shawn
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This book is a work of fiction. Places, names, characters and events are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locations, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Excerpt: Crazy Love
Other titles by Melanie Shawn
About the Author
Chapter One
“How do my boobs look?” Haley asked her sister as she stood up straight, rolling her shoulders back and skimming her fingers down her flat—because she was sucking it in!—stomach. As she turned from side to side, her eyes scanned every angle of her body reflected in the beautiful full-length, wood-rimmed, oval antique mirror that stood in the corner of her room.
“Great,” Krista answered flatly from behind, lying on her stomach while engrossed in her book.
“You didn’t even look,” Haley pointed out.
With a sigh, Krista closed her textbook and pushed up to a sitting position. Crossing her legs crisscross-applesauce style, she said pragmatically, “Hales, do you really think that Eddie’s going to take one look at you in that tank top and jeans and suddenly realize that he’s in love with you? Do you think that that’s the outfit that will finally get him to notice you? After all these years?”
“I was going for casually cool,” Haley explained as she turned to face her sister.
“Casually cool may not produce the reaction you’re hoping to achieve.”
Haley swiveled again, focusing her attention back to her reflection, biting the inside of her lip. After a quick once-over, she knew her sister was right. “Good point.”
Grabbing the bottom of the white ribbed tank top, Haley pulled it up and over her head, stepping into her walk-in closet. As she scanned her impressively fantastical wardrobe, she felt the familiar tug of appreciation and gratitude for both her job and her boss. Haley had worked at Bella, a small boutique clothing store, for four years now. Amber, formerly Webb, Sloan—since she married Haley’s cousin Seth six months ago—was not only the booming businesses owner, she was also a designer and personally created a lot of the pieces that Bella carried.
Amber was most well known for her signature dresses. She had an uncanny ability to design dresses that were comfortable to wear while simultaneously complimenting one’s figure. Haley tugged off her jeans and grabbed two such dresses, holding each up beside her as stepped back into the bedroom.
“Blue or green?” She wiggled each as she asked her sister, who was busily highlighting text on the page in front of her.
Glancing up, Krista’s eyes popped open. “Pink.”
Haley’s brow furrowed and her eyes shot down to the two dresses she held. Neither was pink. It took her a moment before she realized that the bra and panty set she herself had just designed and was wearing—in order to test them out before she sent the design to production—was, in fact, pink.
Haley always tested out her samples for quality control purposes. She needed to personally ensure that they weren’t itchy, didn’t dig into the skin, or anything else that would make the wear unpleasant. Her goal with her lingerie line, Tempting, was and always would be to make pretty undergarments that women could feel sexy and comfortable in.
“Ha ha ha, very funny,” Haley said as she pulled the blue cotton dress off the hanger.
Krista shook her head, a mischievous smile growing on her face. “I’m dead serious. You show up on Eddie-boy’s doorstep in that and he will definitely take notice.”
As Haley put the blue dress on over her head, she said, “I’m going over there to watch Emily. I don’t think showing up in nothing but my skivvies is the most appropriate thing to do.” Although the thought of Eddie seeing her in nothing but her sexy lingerie did send a thrill skittering down her spine.
Krista set down her yellow highlighter pen and said with a sigh, “Can you hear yourself? Let’s examine this for a moment. Okay, you are going over there to babysit his daughter. Again. On a Saturday night. Again. You know he’s out there hooking up while you are at home with his kid.”
“You don’t know that for a fact.” Haley, unfortunately, did know that for a fact. She knew that once a month Eddie would hook up with one of his friends with benefits. She knew this to be a fact because sometimes they would call before he got home to leave a message about what a good time they’d had and how amazing Eddie had been.
Haley knew how amazing Eddie was, but not the way those women did. But, she reminded herself, they don’t know him the way I do.
Eddie took the phrase ‘private life’ to an almost stealth level. For years now, he’d never dated women in their small town, no matter how badly the female population of Harper’s Crossing—Haley most of all!—wished he would. Many of them had actively tried—and failed—to change his mind, some more blatantly than others. Haley had seen women throw themselves at him, literally heaving their bodies against his, and Eddie just ignore it.
The single moms of his seven year old daughter’s friends were a tad more subtle in their efforts. They would casually set up ‘play dates’ with Emily and their children. But after a particularly uncomfortable pool party where Eddie showed up with Emily in tow to find out that the kids would actually be watching a movie inside and the pool party would only be himself and Emily’s friend’s mom (who was wearing a G-string bikini), he’d stopped going on ‘play dates.’ Now, when one was planned, either Haley or Eddie’s sister Chelle would take Em, to the great disappointment of the moms at Harper’s Crossing Elementary School.
“Hales, you have to start being realistic about this. Do you really think after knowing the man practically all your life that one day he’s just going to see you from across the room and everyone else will disappear, causing him to have an epiphany that he’s in love with you and always has been?”
Haley knew that her sister’s question was not meant to be answered, that she was just trying
to prove a point, but that didn’t stop Haley from doing just that. “It happened to Riley and Chelle.”
Haley’s sister fell back on the bed with a moan as she covered her face. “Oh my gosh! That is completely different.” As she sat back up, Krista’s arms flew out and she exclaimed, “Riley hadn’t seen Chelle in, like, ten years or something. You see Eddie every day.”
“So?” Haley shrugged as she once again turned her attention to her reflection.
“Sooooo…” Krista closed her book dramatically before stating firmly, “I love you and I am sorry to say this but you need to face the cold hard fact that he’s just not that into you.”
Haley mentally shook off her sister’s observation. She knew that not only Krista, but her other sisters, Jessie and Becca, thought she was crazy to pine away for Eddie. And maybe she was, but they didn’t know him like she did. They didn’t love Emily like she did. They didn’t see how he did special things for Haley like DVRing shows that he knew or thought she would like and making sure that the oil in her car was changed, or that her tires had enough air in them.
They didn’t see that he waited up when he knew she was out late and then texted her to see how her night was. They didn’t see the look of jealousy in his eyes every time Eddie saw her with a guy, whether it was just a friend or on the few occasions that she had gone out on a date over the past few years.
And they didn’t see how he was with her when it was just the two of them. How the sparks would fly and the heated look in his eyes that could best be described as panty melting.
“I gotta jet.” Krista stood and grabbed her books and notebooks. “I have a date.”
“With who, Chris?” Haley asked, spinning around on her heels.
“Yep. He finally got a Saturday night off so we’re going out on a real date.”
“Wow,” Haley unintentionally said aloud out of sheer shock. Sure, she knew that Chris, who was a bartender at The Grill, and her sister had been friends with benefits for a while now, but she was surprised that things might be getting serious.
Her expression must have revealed her inner astonishment-slash-curiosity because Krista came to an abrupt stop as she glanced over her shoulder before heading out the door. “What?” she asked defensively.
“Nothing,” Haley said, putting her arms up in surrender. If Krista was finally moving on, Haley could not be any happier for her.
“You”—Krista pointed at her with an accusatory stare—“of all people have no room to judge my personal life.”
“I’m not.” Haley tried to keep her expression as blank and innocent as possible. She and Krista were Irish twins, being born only ten months apart, and the two had always shared a very strong connection. She knew her sister would see right through her faux-innocent expression, but that didn’t stop her from putting it on. “I swear.”
Krista narrowed her eyes for several moments before nodding once. “Mmm, hmm,” she muttered before heading out the door.
After her sister left, Haley padded across the hardwood floor to the window in the corner of her room. She looked out between the white-wooded shutters. Her gaze immediately fell on Emily as the little girl rode her bike up and down the street, her long honey-blond hair trailing behind her in the wind. If Em was out in front, that meant…
Haley’s pulse picked up speed as her eyes scanned up the driveway. The hood of Eddie’s red pickup truck was propped open, blocking her view from the man beneath it. A tan, tattooed, muscled arm was all Haley could see of Eddie. But that was all it took for her lady parts to sit up and take notice. Tingles spread through her as she watched the chiseled lines in his arms as he worked on the engine.
Damn, there was just something so sexy about a man working on a car. It was so male. Haley didn’t fool herself, she knew that a large part of her attraction to Eddie came from the fact that he was just so capable. If it was broken, he could fix it. Which was…hot.
Just when she was about to step away from the window so she didn’t dip her toe into stalker waters, he stood. Rays of sun shone off his silky black hair as he stretched his neck from side-to-side. The olive skin of his straining neck peeked out from his white t-shirt. Her eyes continued up and locked on his lips. Oh lord, those lips. She couldn’t even count how many dreams—while asleep and awake—she’d had about those full, soft lips.
Not being able to tear her gaze away as he reached up and closed the hood on his truck, she watched, captivated. He used a rag he held to clean his large hands and an audible moan escaped her mouth. His movements weren’t rushed, hurried. They were measured, deliberate. Eddie Thomas was one hundred percent alpha male. The way he moved, the way he talked, the way he looked.
His muted voice drifted up to the window as he called out into the street. She couldn’t make out what he was saying, but she figured he was probably calling in Miss Emily. His eyes lit up as he watched his daughter ride her bike up the driveway. Her heart skipped a beat as a small smile tugged on his full, perfect, panty-melting lips.
Bells started going off in her head. There it was. That was the reason, no matter how hard she tried, she could not get over her feelings for Eddie—because of the way he was with Emily. Haley had always had a crush on Eddie, but while watching him after he’d become a single dad, Haley had fallen irrevocably, madly in love.
Step away from the window, a small voice inside her head piped up. You are dangerously close to stalker status.
Begrudgingly adhering to the pesky little bugger inside her head, she took steps back, stopping in front of the mirror. As she studied her reflection, she tried to look at things logically. To take into consideration what her sister had so willingly and eagerly pointed out—that Eddie “was just not that into her.”
She knew that Krista could very well be right. He might not have any feelings for her. That was definitely a possibility. But deep down in her heart, she honestly believed that…he did.
* * *
“All right, squirt! Let’s bring it in!” Eddie yelled to his daughter as he wiped off the excess grease he had on his hands with a rag.
Changing the oil had taken longer than he’d anticipated. Glancing over his shoulder to the round clock that hung on the far end of his garage, he saw that he had about an hour until he needed to leave. Which meant a quick shower and then a fast and easy dinner for him and Em.
Emily happily rode her bike up the driveway, asking excitedly, “Is Haley coming over tonight?”
“Yep,” Eddie answered as he picked up the wrench and empty container of oil.
“Can I stay up until ten with Haley? I’ll do the dishes all week,” his daughter bargained, her large brown eyes beaming up at him. Her bedtime was firmly eight o’clock on school nights and nine o’clock on weekends.
“All right,” Eddie easily agreed, surprising even himself.
His parenting style normally didn’t include negotiations. If a rule was made, it was not up for discussion. When he found himself raising Emily on his own, he’d read every parenting book he could get his hands on. One thing they all seemed to agree on was that consistency was the key to raising a well-adjusted, disciplined, happy child.
Eddie wasn’t a pushover. When he said no, it was no. Big puppy-dog eyes, begging, crying, pouting—he’d seen it all after almost eight years and he was immune. In life, there were rules and there were consequences. As much as he would love to be able to protect Em from the real world, he knew that wasn’t his job as a parent, especially as a single parent. He had to prepare her for the world, not shelter her from its harsh realities.
After hearing that he was allowing her to push back her bedtime one hour, his daughter squealed with joy, jumped off her bike, and flung her skinny little arms around his waist.
“Thank you, Daddy! I love you!” Emily squeezed him tightly.
As he looked down at the top of her golden hair and felt her tiny arms wrapped around him, Eddie’s heart melted in his chest. These were the moments he lived for. The moments that put all the s
tress of life, the stress of parenting, and the stress of just plain living into perspective.
Eddie hugged her back. “I love you too, squirt.”
Loosening her grip, Emily looked up at him, wearing a very serious expression as she said, “I’m almost eight. I’m not a squirt.”
“You’ll always be my squirt.” Eddie picked his daughter up off her feet and spun her around several times. She giggled as she held her slim arms snugly around his neck. Setting her down, he ruffled her hair as he instructed, “Go wash up and set the table. I’m making mac and cheese and hot dogs right after I take a quick shower.”
“Okay!” Emily skipped happily into the garage to head into the house. Before she stepped inside, she paused and looked over her shoulder, a huge smile pasted across her little face. “You’re the best dad ever!” she proudly proclaimed before disappearing inside.
Eddie shook his head, smiling to himself. Of course she thought that. He’d given in and broken a rule. Maybe he was becoming a pushover. Or maybe he’d said yes because of the guilt he felt over going out and taking time for himself. Or maybe it was because he’d heard the same desperation in his daughter’s voice when she talked about seeing Haley that he felt every time he thought about their blond-haired, blue-eyed, sexy-as-hell neighbor.
Which was often. Way. Too. Often.
Especially considering the fact that he and Haley could never happen. For more reasons than he could count. Not the least of which was the fact that he was not going to get into another serious relationship, or any relationship for that matter, until Em was in college. He wanted her to have a stable home environment, even if that meant having only one parent. There was no way he was going to have a stream of women in and out of her life.
As Eddie was just about to close the garage, he saw the front door of Haley’s house open and his hand froze on the handle. A twinge of disappointment twisted in his chest when he saw red hair shining in the sun as Krista stepped onto the porch. He nodded in greeting as Haley’s sister waved on the way to her car.
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