Fighting for Love(7)

By: L.P. Dover

Snickering, I shook my head and smiled. “And you’re probably right,” I agreed, nudging him in the side with my elbow. “But Hayley’s sister is the one I get to take the pictures. She’s the expert with the camera.”

Caleb looked a little different today; a hat hid his dark blond hair, and a pair of Oakley sunglasses covered his hypnotic green eyes. Peeking out from underneath the sleeves of his shirt I could see the markings of tattoos on his bulging biceps that extended all the way up his arms and over his bare chest, which I couldn’t see last night since he wore a thin, long-sleeved sweater to the party. My fingers itched to slide up his sleeves and over his skin to look at them. I loved tattoos on men.

As far as surfing, Caleb didn’t have the body type to be one at all. I would say he was about six foot two and probably two hundred and twenty pounds of pure muscle; he was a big guy and a personal trainer. Most professional surfers were lean and lithe, muscular but not overly bulky. Jace had that body type, but that was probably because he was actually a surfer in his spare time when he wasn’t acting.

“I’m glad you texted me. I honestly didn’t think I’d hear from you,” Caleb remarked.

Furrowing my brows, I turned to him and asked, “Why not?”

He took off his sunglasses and pinned his gaze on mine, shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t know. I guess because you’re a successful person and I’m not. I’m just a personal trainer and a volunteer fireman who likes to have fun and joke around. I know Hayley’s sister is your best friend and she’s with a lawyer. From what I’ve experienced, friends typically stick to the same type of crowd if you know what I mean. I don’t exactly fit into that style.”

Was he serious? I wondered incredulously.

Whatever I was going to say in response completely left me because I couldn’t stop laughing. Caleb couldn’t be any further from the truth if he tried.

He stared at me as if I’d lost my mind. “I’m glad I could amuse you,” he stated slowly. “Do you mind telling me what’s so funny?”

“You are, that’s what,” I answered. “Caleb, I couldn’t care less where you come from or how much money you have. Everyone is successful in their own way. You’re a firefighter, right?” He nodded. “Okay, so you’ve probably helped save lives. I’ve never done that! Besides, just because someone has money doesn’t mean they’re good people. Trust me, I’ve dated my fair share of wealthy men and they aren’t all that.”

With a smirk on his face, Caleb turned his body and put his arm on the other side of my legs; his back was to the water and he was facing me, caging me in almost. “So what you’re saying is that when I talked to you last night, and when I kissed you, it wasn’t just the alcohol that made you give in?”

There were a couple of reasons why I let him kiss me. Shaking my head, I replied, “No, it wasn’t just the alcohol. I mean, yes, it helped because I wasn’t so nervous, but it wasn’t the only reason why I let you. As much as I hate to say this, you remind me of someone I once knew.”

Everything about him reminded me of Matt except for the hair color. His eyes, his body, and the way he spoke were so similar. Is that the only reason why I’m interested in him? I silently asked myself. I didn’t want it to be, but if I intended to date this guy I needed to find out. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him.

“Who do I remind you of?” he asked softly, moving his lips closer to mine. “An old boyfriend?”

Reluctantly, I nodded, averting my gaze. “It was a long time ago. Sometimes I wish I could forget.”

Lifting his hand to my cheek, he bit his lip and smiled. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll be more than happy to help you forget about him.”

Closing my eyes, I felt his lips touch mine and I gave in. Yes, please help me forget.

IT WAS NICE, FOR ONCE, to wake up with a smile on my face. The smell of eggs, bacon, and sautéed bell peppers cooking travelled all the way down the hall into my room. Jace’s abilities in the kitchen were beyond incredible and I loved it when he was around to cook the meals. If he was away filming a movie, I happily cooked my own food—and I considered myself a good cook—but I didn’t compare to him. I’d barely seen him in two days and I couldn’t wait to tell him about Caleb.

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