Free Take Me in Tahoe by Shelli Stevens Page B

of Justin’s latest women? It would certainly make sense. The man slept with anything with breasts and a pulse.
    Snapping his cell shut, he walked back toward the bed. “You know Justin?”
    “No, it’s just a super big coincidence I guessed his name right. Of course, I know him. Do you ?” She looked downright irritated now.
    “I should know him. He’s my brother.”

Chapter Two
    Her jaw dropped and then snapped shut.
    “Well shit.” She groaned, and her head fell back against the pillow, her eyes drifting shut. “So let me get this straight. He gave us both the key to his cabin—”
    “It’s not his cabin. It’s my cabin.” He thrust a hand through his hair, his temper spiking. “Jesus, woman. What is it going to take for you to understand that?”
    “Well, you could have just told me. I can’t believe this is your place.” She tugged at the belt that secured her wrists. “I’m going to kill him when I get back. Seriously, is this necessary?”
    Damn. Seeing her trying to free herself reminded him what he’d done.
    He stepped forward and unfastened the belt, releasing her. “I’m sorry.”
    “What, for tying me up like you caught me robbing a bank or something?” She rubbed her wrists. “You absolutely should be.”
    He shook his head and fought the urge to snap his teeth together again. The woman was completely in the wrong. He’d just pointed it out, and yet she still insisted on making him out to be the bad guy.
    “I’ll just get my suitcase and head out.” She slid off the bed and walked back into the darkened living room.
    Leave? Chase turned on the lights and shook his head.
    “You want to leave tonight?” He glanced at the clock above the fireplace. “It’s almost one in the morning. Where will you go?”
    “I don’t know. A hotel?” She shrugged and headed toward the door.
    “You’re in Lake Tahoe on a weekend. You’ll never find an available room that’s at all decent.”
    “So I’ll drive all night back to San Francisco.”
    Was she completely insane?
    “ Wait .”
    She paused, turning to face him and raising an eyebrow.
    Or maybe he was the one who was crazy. Was he really going to tell Justin’s girlfriend to spend the night here? The icy wind whistled outside the windows, and the faint ticking of the clock confirmed his decision.
    “You can’t get back on the road this late at night. It’s supposed to snow.”
    “Snow?” Her eyes widened, and she looked horrified by the idea.
    “Yeah, snow. White, cold stuff? Couldn’t you smell it in the air?”
    “Smell the snow in the air?” She blinked and shook her head. “Umm. I’m from San Francisco. I have no freaking idea what snow in the air smells like. I figured since it’s April snow wasn’t a possibility.”
    “I think you should stay here tonight.”
    She cocked her head and her eyes narrowed. “Is that your attempt at hitting on me?”
    “My attempt…what? Hitting on you?” Heat raced up his neck. “No. Of course not.”
    “Hmm.” She dropped her suitcase on the floor and walked past him toward the bedroom. “Too bad. You’re kind of cute. Okay, I’ll stay.”
    She thought he was cute?
    He watched her retreating figure, noting again the curves under the bizarre but sexy outfit. He smothered a groan of alarm as the blood in his veins stirred.
    Oh God. What was he doing? She was not his type. She was nowhere near his type. Not to mention the massive fact she was Justin’s girlfriend.
    “So are we sharing a bed, or are you going to be a gentleman and take the couch?” She laughed, and the soft, feminine sound tantalized. “I promise not to bite if you want to share a bed. Unless you’re into that kind of thing.”
    She turned around and batted her eyelashes at him. Lord, she was a flirt. And damn it, it was working. He shifted, his pants feeling a little tighter in the crotch now.
    “I’ll take the couch.” Like any horny gentleman getting hit on by his brother’s gothic girlfriend