He was a nameless guy in a bar–a man Grace couldn’t get out of her head…
A week later, she came home to find him sweaty and shirtless with a tape measure in hand, remodeling her loft. As a Parker-King, she’s not allowed to want someone like Noah Dalton. She’s sick of her life, though. Sick of the rules of being a Parker-King. She wants something more, even if it isn’t forever. Somewhere in history there was that one time where hot, no-strings-attached sex didn’t end badly, right? Finding comfort in the arms of a former SEAL is easy, not falling for one . . . not so much.
Noah left the military and moved to New York for one reason: his daughter. Not for some uptight businesswoman–a Manhattan elitist. So when Grace offers him the kind of relationship that no hot-blooded man can turn down, he should say no. And when her seemingly put-together life spins out of control, and his instincts to protect and save kick in, he should turn away. But he doesn’t.
Can two people from different worlds really live in the moment, knowing they’re on borrowed time, or is someone bound to get hurt?
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Until You Were Gone, Chainsmokers
Castle on the Hill, Ed Sheeran
Stay with Alessia Cara, Zedd & Alessia Cara
Blue in Green, Miles Davis
Waves – Robin Schulz Edit, Mr. Probz/Robin Schulz
Everytime We Touch, David Guetta/Chris Willis
Someone Somewhere Tonight, Mark Bloomsteel
Slow Hands, Niall Horan
Something Just Like This – Alesso Remix, Chainsmokers
“I live on a boat at the docks.”
Goose bumps cover my arms at his words. “I hate the water,” I say, without thinking first.
“Really?” He takes a swig of his beer as our eyes connect in the window. “Why?”
“Um.” Why did I have to open my mouth? I don’t tell people this about me. I always use excuses to back out of any plans that involve lakes, rivers, or oceans. I’m not supposed to have weaknesses. I’m a Parker-King.
“You’re afraid of water or…?” He’s giving me the chance to finish, to share, but I hesitate and take a couple of steps back.
“I don’t like the unknown,” I say softly. “I hate not being able to see what lies beneath the surface.”
It’s the truth. A watered-down version of the truth.
“Hmm.” His palm touches the window as his bottle rests against the side of his jeaned thigh. “Sometimes what’s beneath the surface is worth getting to know.”
I stare out the window and off into the distance. The moon falls like a soft glow over the city—and I’d almost swear the light finds him too.
“But sometimes what’s beneath the surface is ugly,” he adds in a deep voice, emotion threading his words.
It’s hard for me to believe this tough guy has been hurt before, but there’s a definite pain there, and I don’t think it’s from his time in the military.
“Do you think it’s worth the risk, though?”
Noah takes a drink and turns to face me. “Sometimes.”
He angles his head and closes the small gap between us.
I feel awkward. I don’t know what to do with my hands or how to stand. These aren’t feelings I’m accustomed to. I’m self-assured and confident.
Except that when my life flashed before my eyes in that hotel in Athens, I realized I don’t have a damn clue who I am, only who I’ve been pretending to be for twenty-nine years.
“Were you a Marine?” I need to change the topic. I barely know this man, and somehow I think we just drifted into deep territory that neither of us was prepared for.
Noah scrubs a hand down his jaw. We’re standing in front of each other like two teenagers waiting for the other to make the first move. But that’s ridiculous, because we don’t know each other, and whatever I’m feeling for this guy is purely physical. And maybe he doesn’t even have any interest in me. Maybe he wasn’t lying when he said I wasn’t his type.
“I was a SEAL,” he says at last.
“Really?” A grin sneaks up on me. “You guys are kind of badass, or so I hear.”
His mouth broadens into a deep smile. “Only kind of?”
Part of me wants to slip my hands up his chest because that feels like the natural thing to do.
There’s this tight band of tension between us, and I take a breath and release it as I wait for that tension to snap.
Is he going to kiss me?
His eyes are on my lips, and I instinctively wet them. The muscles in my stomach tighten as I find my gaze steadying on his mouth. The dark scruff around his lips—he has that sexy kind of dangerous look…but I can tell this man is only dangerous because he’s forbidden.