Trolling Nights

It only takes a second to fall in love forever. How will Tim convince Bevin he’s the man she hasn’t known she’s been looking for and that the need for her Trolling Nights is over?

Excerpt Chapter 1

“You owe me a dance,” came the drawl in her ear.

Tim. She honestly hadn’t expected him to claim it, thinking he’d asked her to help her save face with Courtney.

“I’m kind of tired,” Bevin mumbled and started forward, but the hand around hers tightened.

“It’s a slow one, little energy required. Please?”

She wanted the dance, to her surprise, so she decided to agree. The hand pulled her gently until she faced Tim Capshaw. He was smiling at her, and Bevin squelched down the urge to hide her face in that broad, muscular, sexy chest of his.

“Where’s Courtney?” Bevin asked, looking everywhere but at him.

“Back at the booth,” he replied. One hand settled on her hip, and she noted his touch was very different from Ulrich’s. More potent. His other hand grasped hers and he rested both against his chest. He was so tall. She had to crane her neck to look into his eyes, which she did fleetingly.

“Something wrong?” he asked after the third time they locked eyes before she darted hers away.

“No.”

He brought her closer, and she trembled. “I’m making you nervous?”

Bevin shook her head. “No?”

His chuckle was deep but without humor. “You don’t sound so sure. That’s not a good sign.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re so stiff and you won’t look at me. Your mouth says you’re not nervous, but your body is making a liar out of you.”

“Isn’t this just a pity dance, anyway?” Bevin asked before she could tell herself to shut up.

It was Tim’s turn to stiffen. “Why would you assume this is a pity dance? Did you think Ulrich’s dance was out of pity too?”

This time she had no problem pulling back and meeting Tim’s eyes. “Y’all know each other?”

“We’re on the same Team.”

“You’re Navy?” Bevin asked, then she gave him a quick once over and sucked her teeth. “’Course you are, with a body like that!”

She did not just say that aloud! Bevin stole a peek at him, and he was blushing and grinning down at her. Her embarrassment overrode her wariness over being so close to him and she hid her face in his chest.

“Such an idiot,” she muttered.

“Naw,” he disagreed and rubbed her back. “You’re really sweet. Thank you.”

Bevin just moaned.

“And for the record, this is not a pity dance. This is just a man wanting to dance with a nice, sweet woman, okay?” She nodded and started to pull back, but his hand pressed against her. “Where are you going?”

“I’m all up on you,” Bevin explained, then blushed at how it sounded.

His chest rumbled against hers with his chuckle. “I happen to like just where you are, Miss Bevin.”

She shivered again but decided to relax. The song would be over soon, anyway.

And it was, but Tim wouldn’t let go of her. Bevin laughed cautiously and tapped his hard biceps.

“You can let go of me now.”

“What if I don’t want to?”