Undenied - Unspoken #3 - Maya Banks Page 0,5

telling you?”

He sighed again.

She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek, and for a moment, all he really wanted to do was take her to bed. They had great chemistry and if anyone could reestablish his confidence it was Gracie.

“Give yourself a break, Wes,” she murmured as she pulled away. She put a hand to his cheek and rubbed her thumb over his goatee. “Chances are you won’t even see her again.”

He reached up and put his hand over hers then turned her palm over to kiss the exposed skin. “Thanks, Gracie. You’re the best. I mean that.”

The door from the garage opened and Luke Forsythe shouldered his way in carrying a case of beer in one hand and a bag of ice in the other.

Gracie’s face lit up, and Wes let her hand fall from his.

Luke dropped the ice on the floor and heaved the beer onto the island. He bent over to kiss Gracie then looked back up at Wes. “Am I interrupting an intimate moment here?” he asked with barely suppressed amusement.

“Not unless you guys are surprising me with another threesome,” Gracie said cheekily as she winked at Wes.

Wes laughed and shook his head. God, he loved this woman. He could never ask for better friends than her and Luke. Whatever his reservations had been in the beginning about a threesome causing awkwardness in the relationship, they were gone now. Nothing had changed between them, and if anything, there was a greater closeness.

“I was just giving Wes some chick advice,” she said. “Butthead needed it.”

Luke shook his head. “Not even going to ask.” He looked back over at Wes as Gracie snuggled into his side. “Well? We gonna stand around the kitchen all night having chick talk or are we going to drink some beer and watch the fight?”

Chapter Three

Payton wrapped her fingers around the steering wheel and sat staring at Wes Hoffman’s house. Why in the world she was sitting here in his driveway the day after he’d given her the most blatant brush-off was beyond her. Maybe she was a masochist. Or maybe she just wanted to know what the hell had inspired such a frantic retreat.

She certainly hadn’t come to town looking for him, but now that she’d seen him again, her curiosity was eating her alive.

He’d fascinated her as a teenager, but the adult version, the gorgeous man he’d grown up to be, well, he was downright mouthwatering.

She searched her memory, remembering the day they’d driven out to the lake, picnic basket in the back of the truck. They’d spread out a blanket by the water and spent a lazy afternoon gazing up at the clouds.

When evening fell, they’d moved awkwardly closer. He’d kissed her, lightly, searching, sweetly as only a first lover can do.

She emitted a small sigh as the corners of her lips surged upward. It had been a perfect day. Not unlike today. Beautiful, sunny. Really, even as hot and humid as it got so far south, she wouldn’t trade summers here for anything.

Her hands tightened on the steering wheel as she pressed back against the seat. She summoned her courage, taking in a deep, steadying breath.

“Well, you can sit out here all day like a freaking loon, or you can go knock on the door and invite him to lunch.”

She took in another deep breath, drew up her shoulders then let them fall before she opened the door and hauled herself out of her car.

He intrigued her. Always had. A soft smile eased her nerves as she walked up the short walkway to the door. No, he wasn’t a boy anymore. She’d figured that out about the time she hit him square in the chest last night. The possibilities his more manly physique presented were definitely appealing.

“And maybe it’s been too long since you got laid,” she muttered. Although it hadn’t been that long. Certainly not so long that she ought to be panting after the first available male she came across. No, desperation didn’t account for her reaction to Wes Hoffman. She was as attracted to him now as she’d been twelve years ago. In some ways, the attraction was heightened. She’d learned a lot more about sex since she tested the waters at sixteen. She grinned. A whole lot more.

She flipped her hair over her shoulders, smoothed her hands down her jeans and pushed the button for the doorbell. She looked from side to side and tapped her foot on the concrete porch as she waited