Morning Light: A Day of Pleasure, Book 1 Read Free

the deed.”
    Obviously he wouldn’t lie to her, but it was still surprising. “She implied she was here to jump your bones while you were in the shower!”
    “Well, I’m sure that was her plan when she got here. But I locked the bathroom door. I think she was waiting for me to make a break from the bathroom.”
    She shot him a sly look. “Are you afraid of the crazy chick?”
    Chris looked slightly chagrined. “I’m not afraid of her.”
    “You wait until I tell Noah. You will never hear the end of this!”
    “Get your sexy ass off my couch and back into those killer shoes. Noah’s going to be pissed if we’re late.”
    “And I’ll totally explain to him you have the worst taste in women and you were too busy hiding in the bathroom to get dressed before I got here.” Slipping her shoes back on with a slight wince, she added, “Are you driving? I think we should arrive in style.”
    “Only if you keep your lips zipped about Lexie. I’ll even let you drive the Camaro.” He tossed the keys to the ’69 Chevy Camaro her way. A car he’d spent nearly the past ten years rebuilding with his dad in the old man’s garage. It had only recently come from the body shop with a fresh coat of perfect black paint. Tenn had never been in the driver’s seat.
    It was exactly the right bribe to keep her mouth shut about the Chris and Lexie situation.
    “Deal.” The pain of her sexy shoes completely forgotten, she practically skipped down the hall and out the door to the garages in the back of the complex.
     
    Chris watched her disappear from his sight. Following in her wake, he could practically feel her glee at finally getting her hands on his baby. It was his weekends-only car and his pride and joy. He was always going to let her drive it once it was finished, but he wasn’t above letting her think he had caved. She was the only woman he knew who had a deep and abiding respect for a classic American muscle car.
    Not to mention she was a damn fine driver. Her dad had raced on the local circuit back in the day, and Tenn had spent a great deal of her childhood weekends hanging out at the track. Her mom had bailed before Tenn was five, and she’d been raised by her doting father and grandfather.
    Being raised by two men had given her a unique perspective on life. At the age of nine she’d punched the school bully in the nose for picking on one of the kids in their class. It had never occurred to her she was the smallest kid in their class. When the bully reached out to smack her back, Chris had stepped in. At nine, he hadn’t been a very good brawler and had ended up with a nice shiner, but at least Tenn hadn’t taken a fist to the face. They’d bonded over the lengthy wait for their parents to come collect them from the principal’s office and had been as thick as thieves ever since.
    Chris caught up with Tenn as she eased the Camaro out of the garage space assigned to his apartment. She pulled up to where he was standing in the lot and lightly revved the engine.
    “Your chariot awaits, Mr. Harper.” She patted the empty passenger seat in invitation.
    He climbed in and noticed she’d kicked off her heels and was driving barefoot. The girl could get all dressed up, but she would always be a tomboy at heart. Any other woman would have left her heels on, knowing the effect it had on a man, but seduction was never on her mind in his presence.
    But that made him think. Why was she all dressed up for a few beers at the pub?It was a weekly ritual for the two of them to grab a bite to eat and a drink or two on Friday nights. Since Noah had arrived on the scene, they’d made a weekly visit to the pub instead of any of their other regular spots.
    He glanced over to the driver’s seat and took in the scene before him. Tenn’s face was lit from within. She practically bounced in her seat as she stretched to reach the clutch and shift into third gear. The car offered a low rumble as she smoothly accelerated into a turn on