Free Seaside Kisses: A Sweet Romance (The Seaside Hunters Book 4) by Stacy Claflin Page A

book. She'd grown into a beautiful woman, both inside and out. If he started a relationship with her—if she'd even go for that—he would likely ruin her. Rafael would bring in all of his heartbreaking experiences from LA and thrust them upon her.
    She didn't deserve that. What Amara deserved was a nice guy who could give her the white picket fence and two-point-five kids every sweet girl from Kittle Falls dreamed about. Rafael wanted neither an ugly white fence nor children.
    Besides, she deserved better than to be his rebound. It had only been a few months since everything imploded on him in the southern part of the state. He needed to ignore the growing feelings he had for her.
    Amara stirred again, and Rafael jumped back. He needed to go to another room before he gave into his desire to kiss her. He adjusted the blanket around her feet and then went back to his bathroom. After being around the clothes from the previous night, he'd be wise to shower again.
    He had a lot to do today, and even more now that he had to deal with his garage door and getting a new cell phone. Why hadn't he bothered to have a landline set up? Now he couldn't even call his dad to talk about the door, or call his insurance company to see if they would cover it. There was probably a waiting period, and he certainly wouldn't have met it, but he had to at least try. With all his business expenses, he didn't have the money for any extras.
    Rafael found his laptop and emailed Zachary and Cruz, both of whom still lived at home. He asked them to tell their dad he'd stop by to talk with him soon.
    Zachary, who was probably writing his story, responded right away, saying he would, and asked if everything was okay. Not wanting to get into it, Rafael said yes, that he'd just broken his phone. No need for anyone to worry about the break-in or his new cat allergy.
    After showering and wearing fresh clothes, he felt as good as new. Checking in the mirror again, he couldn't see any signs of last night's reaction. He was back to normal, except for the confusion toward the beautiful woman asleep in his living room. He shaved, and then felt good to go.
    He stepped into the hall, and his mouth watered before he registered the delicious smells of bacon and coffee.
    Rafael went to the kitchen to see Amara standing over the stove, flipping a slice of bacon. She was even wearing his favorite apron—and she rocked it much more than him.
    His heart leaped into his throat. No woman had ever worn one of his aprons before, and he couldn't get over how much he liked it on her.
    He cleared his throat.
    Amara looked over and smiled. "I hope you don't mind, I decided to make some breakfast. I heard the shower, and thought you might be hungry."
    "I am." But it wasn't only for breakfast. He glanced down at her curves, but then forced his gaze up to her face. He couldn't allow himself to think of her like that.
    "Want me to make some orange juice?" he asked.
    " Make some?" she asked, her eyes wide.
    "Of course. You don't think I'd buy the store bought stuff, do you?" He realized how stuck-up that sounded, so he smiled, hoping that would make it seem less obnoxious than it had come out.
    "I don't suppose I would. Do you like your bacon crispy?"
    "However you like it." Rafael pulled his gaze from her and went to the hanging basket with the oranges. He rinsed, peeled, and then stuck them in his juicer. He added just a dab of organic sugar, and before long, had a full pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice.
    He turned around and found his table set for two. She'd made bacon, eggs, and pancakes. Two steaming cups of coffee sat next to each plate. Amara was something else.
    "That looks delicious," he said.
    She beamed. "But not as good as the juice. I can't wait to try it."
    Rafael couldn't help smiling. He poured two glasses and then carried them along with the pitcher to the table. The food was as good as it looked, but he couldn't take his attention off Amara. She was beautiful,