Free Tyler's Undoing by L.P. Dover

back pocket and handed it to me. I didn’t recognize the number.
    “Hello,” I answered, trying not to sound breathless.
    “Kacey, hey it’s Liam.”
    “Oh, hey, how are you?” Tyler’s stubble tickled my skin as he kissed my neck, and it took all I had not to giggle.
    “I’m doing well. I wanted to call and make sure we were still on for dinner. You haven’t changed your mind have you?”
    “No, but if I go I want to make something clear. I’m not . . .”
    Liam chuckled and finished my sentence, “Not ready for something serious. I get it, Kacey. We can go as friends. All I want is to go out to dinner with you and get to know you.”
    “Okay, great. Friends it is.”
    “Do you want me to pick you up at your house?” he asked. “I can be there by six.”
    “That’ll be great.” I gave him the address to my house and said my goodbyes.
    Tyler lifted up on his elbows and stared down at me. “I know you already told this guy you’d go out with him, but I have to say I’m not liking it.”
    “He knows we’re going out as friends,” I reiterated. “And besides, I didn’t know I wasn’t allowed to go out with other people. It’s a little too soon to be exclusive, don’t you think?”
    Furrowing his brows, he pursed his lips. “Kacey, don’t get me wrong. You can do whatever you want. It’s just the thought of sharing you with other men gets my blood boiling.”
    “What about you?” I challenged. “I know your reputation. If I were to invest time in whatever we have going on here, I have to tell you, I don’t like to share either. You’re not exactly a one woman kind of guy.”
    His face was a stony mask. “There’s only one way to find out isn’t there? You will just have to trust me.”
    “We’ll see,” I whispered.
    He nodded his understanding and glared over at the clock on my bedside table. “Are you sure you don’t want to come with me to the fight tonight?” Sliding off of me, he pulled me up to my feet.
    “I can’t, Tyler. I’m sorry. You can call me afterward and let me know if you won.”
    He tapped my chin with his finger. “Are you sure you’re not going to be too busy with your date?”
    Rolling my eyes, I pushed him out of my bedroom and chuckled. “No, I can promise you I’m not that kind of girl.”
    “I’m glad to hear it.”
    Opening the front door, I walked Tyler out to his truck in silence, my mind a jumbled mess. What was I doing getting involved with him? It was the stupidest thing I’d ever done. Yet, it was the one thing I wanted more than anything at this moment.
    If my brother found out about this, he would make it his life’s mission to keep Tyler away from me. He would ruin everything.
    “What are you thinking about?” he asked, pulling me closer. “Are you having second thoughts?”
    I shrugged. “Kind of. It’s just, there’s a lot you don’t know about me. If you knew what my life was like, you’d run as far away from me as possible.”
    He chuckled. “The same could be said about me, but you seem like a tough girl. I have no doubt that whatever it is we’ll be okay.”
    “Do you honestly believe that? What if it’s something really bad?”
    “Trust me,” he murmured, bending down to kiss my lips. “Whatever skeletons you have in your closet probably don’t come close to the ones I have. Have a little bit of faith in me, okay? I’d rather not divulge our deepest, darkest secrets on only our second date.”
    “Okay, but as long as you have faith in me . . . wait, did you just call this our second date?”
    He kissed me one more time. “Just think, the next time we get together will be our third date,” he wiggled his eyebrows and slapped my ass.
    I giggled as he walked around his truck. “In your dreams, buddy,” I called out.
    Laughing, he said, “Just don’t forget me tonight.”
    That wouldn’t be possible. I really wanted to go to his fight, but there was a huge possibility my brother or his friends would be there. I