Blurring the Lines Read online

  “Kill me now.” I dragged my hands through my hair. This was getting out of control. First, waking up on his porch. Now in his bed. My mind had developed some weird GPS system that had dropped a homing pin on Burke. Ding! You have arrived at your destination.

  I needed to get my head together before I faced him. I hurried into his bathroom to take care of the necessities and to game plan for what would be one hell of an awkward conversation. But even after an internal pep talk, I found myself lingering in his bathroom longer than I should have, taking in all the little details of Burke’s private space.

  The room was nicely appointed with dark wood cabinets, a big glassed-in shower, and a Jacuzzi tub. What I would expect in an upscale condo. But that wasn’t what held my attention.

  Instead, it was the mundane things. His razor and shaving cream, his electric toothbrush, the soft green hand towels that weren’t quite folded evenly. For some reason, seeing all of Burke’s personal things spread on the counter felt unbearably intimate. I could picture him there in the morning, guiding the razor along his stubbled jaw, those blue eyes watching each careful swipe. A sharp pang went through me.

  I pressed my fingers to the center of my chest, trying to stave off that familiar pain—loss twined with longing. Sometimes, I missed those humdrum routines of life more than anything else. Seeing your lover get ready in the morning. Chatting about nothing. The easy rhythm of it all.

  But this time, that longing came with a heaping dose of guilt because the man I was picturing wasn’t shaving blond fuzz off his face; he was shaving dark stubble. Burke was invading my mind and pushing out my memories. Memories I wasn’t ready to let go of.

  And it was entirely possible that I’d already gone further than that and had sex with him. In my sleep.

  Hello, nervous breakdown. Nice to see you again.

  A knock on the door startled me out of my ping-ponging thoughts.

  “You okay in there, cher?”

  I splayed a hand against the door, my heart pounding. “Fine.”

  So not fine.

  “I scrambled eggs if you want some.”

  “Okay.” I wanted to stay behind the locked door and never come out. Maybe if I didn’t face him, I wouldn’t have to ask the question. I could shimmy out the narrow window above the vanity. I could survive a four-story jump, right? Or scale the wall like Spiderman?

  “Gretch?”

  Dammit. I yanked open the door.

  Burke filled the doorway, wearing a knowing smile and bedhead. “Mornin’, sunshine.”

  My belly dipped. Part of me had gotten used to how incredibly beautiful he was since I’d known him so long. But seeing him right out of bed did things to me it shouldn’t. And the way he was smiling—like he had a secret—had me fighting off a blush. “Hey.”

  “You wouldn’t be hiding in my bathroom and freaking out, would you?”

  “What? No,” I said, my voice too high and tight.

  His smile tilted into a smirk. “So you’re totally cool with everything that happened last night, then?”

  Oh, fuck. I tried to swallow past the fist-sized lump in my throat. “Uh-huh.”

  His eyes narrowed. “So you remember crawling into my bed and coming onto me.”

  I couldn’t keep the strangled sound from escaping, like a mouse being choked. My face burned hot.

  His expression softened, and he reached out and took my chin in his hand. “Breathe, cher. I can see in your face that you don’t remember a thing and that you’re painting all kinds of conclusions. You really think I’m the type of guy who’d take advantage of you when you’re sleepwalking?”

  All of my breath sagged out of me, replaced with an incoming rush of relief. “No. But you might’ve not known.”

  “I would know, Gretch.” He tilted my face up, those blue eyes not leaving mine as he moved closer. “You wouldn’t be able to sleep through what I’d do to you.”

  My entire body flushed at that, and I wet my lips. No words came.

  He smiled and planted a kiss on the top of my head before stepping back again. “You wandered into my room in the middle of the night and got into bed. I think you were dreaming and I didn’t want to wake you, so I left and slept on the couch.”

  I had a feeling he wasn’t telling me everything. I had done more than that. I could see it in the way he eyed me, like he was remembering. But I had no doubt that he stopped whatever it was before it could go too far. Burke would flirt with any woman from age eight to eighty, but he wouldn’t take advantage of one.

  I cleared my throat, trying to find my voice again. “I’m so sorry. I should’ve told you to lock your door just in case.”

  “Yes,” he said, schooling his expression into a grave one. “I should remember that it’s hard for any woman to resist me. I must lock my doors to protect my virtue.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Right. Your virtue. You lost that a long time ago in Abby Melancon’s pool house from what I heard.”

  “No,”—he raised his finger in a correcting motion—“I lost an erection, not my virginity. Her dad caught us before anything happened, and he chased me out with a rake while I was yanking up my pants. Not my finest moment.”

  I laughed. “Oh my God. She told people you two did the deed.”

  He shrugged. “I wasn’t going to deny that rumor. She wanted to make her ex-boyfriend jealous, and it was a better story than me getting run off with my pants around my ankles and my junk in my hand.”

  I stepped out of the bathroom and patted his arm as I passed. “Oh, no, that’s a way better story.”

  He followed me out the bedroom. “Now it is. Back then, it would’ve ruined my carefully honed rep.”

  The kitchen smelled like fresh coffee and sizzled peppers. Mmm. It’d been ages since I’d eaten a hot breakfast. Usually cereal was about as creative as I got. I slid onto one of the barstools. “So who did you end up losing your virginity to?”

  He walked around the counter and grabbed a plate. “Bree Dawson, junior prom. And I guarantee I rocked her world. For the whole spectacular seventeen seconds.”

  I grinned as he set a dish of eggs mixed with chopped onions and bell peppers in front of me. “That long, huh?”

  “Give or take a second.” He spooned eggs onto his plate and then grabbed a bottle of Crystal hot sauce from the counter to tilt over his food. “Now, I’ve worked my way up to at least thirty—forty, if the weather’s right.”

  I smirked and stole the hot sauce from him. “A veritable marathon.”

  “You know it.”

  No, I didn’t actually—I didn’t know at all. But I’d thought about what he’d be like in bed more than was healthy. Based on the stories he’d told me about his adventures, I had a feeling Burke was far from a wham-bam lover. This was a guy who would take his time exploring, unearthing every secret spot a woman had.

  He set a cup of coffee in front of me. “You’re blushing, Gretch.”

  “Thank you for pointing that out. I so appreciate it.”

  His grin was unrepentant as he sat on the counter opposite me and sipped his coffee. “Thinking about what those forty seconds would be like? It’s okay, you can be honest.”

  “You’re shameless.”

  “Mmm,” he said with a nod from behind his mug. “Truth.”

  “And don’t flatter yourself. I was thinking about the sleepwalking thing. It’s embarrassing knowing you can do things in your sleep with no awareness at all.”

  “And scary,” he said, the humor draining from his tone. “I’m glad you stayed here last night. You may have ended up on the road again.”

  “I know. I need to suck it up and just take the pills.” I stabbed at my eggs, hating the idea of medication but knowing I couldn’t go on like this. “Because beyond the sleepwalking, even though I got some rest last night, I don’t feel like I did. It’s like my mind refuses to shut down at night.”

  “Yeah, that’s no good.” He set his cup on the counter, and we ate a few bites of o
ur breakfast in silence, but I could almost hear the gears grinding in his head as he watched me.

  I put my fork down, finally too self-conscious to keep eating while he stared. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

  “Sorry, I was going over something in my head, trying to figure out if you’ll think I’m crazy or not.”

  “Well, the ship has sailed on me knowing you’re crazy, so feel free to share with the class.”

  A little wrinkle appeared between his brows as he apparently weighed his options, but finally he asked, “What if I told you I have a better idea than pills?”

  “Pot?”

  He laughed, some of the tension leaving his expression. “Funny. No, I’m talking about giving yourself a break. Taking a vacation and getting away from everything for a while.”

  I sighed. It was something I had thought about and shot down more times than I could count. The temptation to leave it all behind remained, but I’d already run away from New York. Running didn’t work. Demons followed. “I don’t have the time or the funds to justify that right now. I need to be painting.”

  Especially since the last piece I’d had in the gallery in New York had sold three months ago. After Harris’s suicide, there’d been no insurance money since we hadn’t been married yet, and what we had in our joint savings had been way less than I’d thought. So if I didn’t start producing sellable work soon, I’d be left living off the earnings from my gran’s store, which wasn’t much after covering all the expenses.

  “Funds don’t need to be an issue. Newsflash: you know a guy.”

  I lifted a brow. “I knew it. You’re in the mob.”

  “All I’m saying is that people throw free trips at me every week. And I happen to have an invite for two to a private island in the Atlantic—all expenses paid, seven days, no crazy daredevil shit. You could come along.”

  I straightened at that. “You want us to go on a trip together?”

  He shrugged. “I want to check the place out and you need a vacation. Plus, I could keep an eye on you with the sleepwalking. It makes sense.”

  “Burke—”

  “I’ve seen some photos. The place looks like paradise. Endless ocean, white beaches, no daily reminders of normal life. Imagine waking up with a whole new view for a few days. It might kick-start your muse.”

  A surprising eagerness had leaked into his tone, and I got a little swept up with him as I imagined the scenery he painted. No daily reminders? No dark corners lurking in my bedroom? Maybe no more blank canvases? Temptation gnawed at me. “But you never do relaxing vacations.”

  He set his plate aside and rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “Maybe I could use a change up, too. I pushed myself to my limits on the last trip. I could stand for a little R&R. And it’d be nice not to go alone this time.”

  I frowned. “You’re never alone on your trips.”

  An odd expression crossed his face and he glanced away. “Gretch, those are clients. It’s not the same. You can be alone in a crowd.”

  Something about his tone made me hold back any snarky comments about the Miss Georgias of his stories. If there was anything I knew for sure, it was loneliness. And in that moment, I sensed that Burke wasn’t as unfamiliar with that particular feeling as I’d thought.

  But could I go on some exotic tropical vacation with him? Spend a week together? Things would get even murkier the more time we spent with each other. A few lines had already been blurred with me staying at his place—the kiss last night, me crawling into his bed. I wasn’t dumb. We were friends, but there was an undercurrent between us. Something physical and potent. Anytime I was around him, my body reminded me how starved for touch I was. But if I gave into that lust, I’d risk blowing up the only good thing I had in my life right now.

  Part of me wished I were just another girl who’d met him on some wild vacation. I could escape into the physical relationship and not have to worry about feelings getting hurt. We could enjoy each other then part ways at the airport. For that, I envied Miss Georgia.

  But then I wouldn’t have my best friend.

  “You’re thinking loud again, cher. What’s going through that mind of yours?”

  I glanced up, finding Burke wearing a humorless half-smile. “I was thinking I wish it wasn’t so complicated.”

  His brows lifted. “What’s complicated about two friends going to the beach?”

  “You know what I mean. I wish we were just two people without all this heavy history hovering in the background. Like college kids—not a care in the world, heading out for a fun spring break.”

  He smiled fully this time. “When your mission is only tanning, sex, and lots of alcohol?”

  “Exactly.”

  He slid off the counter. “Who says we can’t be that?”

  “Uh, well, age for one. And tanning really isn’t good for your skin.”

  He waved a dismissive hand. “Fuck that noise. It’s not about age. It’s about how you look at things. I say if we want a vacation from our every day lives, we do that full tilt. No one on that island is going to know who we are. We can be whoever we want to be.”

  “Sure, easy peasy. Just become new people.”

  He stepped around the counter, ignoring my sarcasm, and put his hand over mine. “It could be that easy, Gretch. Believe me, I’ll never know exactly what you’re going through, but I know some. I lost him, too. I know what that weight of wondering what I could’ve done to stop it feels like.”

  My gaze dropped.

  “But we can’t carry that around nonstop without it doing damage. There’s nothing wrong with putting that heavy backpack aside for a few days to live in the moment. It’s one of the reasons I’m always going on my trips. When I’m pushing my body to the limit, there’s little room left in my mind for anything besides immediate needs. It’s cathartic.”

  I peered at our stacked hands. “But I’m not going to be hanging off the side of some mountain. I won’t be challenging myself that way.”

  “There are other ways to force yourself out of your comfort zone,” he said quietly.

  My gaze lifted to his, and I could tell by the way he was looking at me that he knew more of my secrets than I’d thought. Anxiety crept through me with tingling awareness, numbing the tips of my fingers. “What happened last night, Burke?”

  “I told you.”

  “No, you told me you didn’t take advantage of the situation, and I believe you. But you’re not telling me everything. What happened?”

  He released a breath but didn’t let go of my hand. “You called for me in your sleep.”

  My lips parted, the revelation stealing my air for a moment. I called for him. Memories of my dream hit me with full force. Me moving my hands over Burke, the sharp need I’d felt, the desperate way I’d talked to him. He was being kind with his choice of words. I hadn’t called for him. I’d begged for him. I pulled my hand from his and rubbed my forehead. “Christ.”

  “Gretchen—”

  I shoved away from the counter and hopped off the stool. “I need to go.”

  “What?”

  My hands fluttered around in some haphazard motion, trying to clear air that would probably never be clear again. “I need to get to the store and—”

  He grabbed my arm with gentle pressure. “Hey, hold up. Don’t run off like this.”

  I shook my head. “It was just a stupid dream, Burke. You’re reading—”

  Before I could finish my sentence, he tugged me toward him, gathering me against him. He lowered his head until our lips were centimeters apart, making me forget my words, but he didn’t close the distance. His gaze burned into mine. “You asked that next time I give you fair warning. Consider this your warning.”

  I blinked.

  “In three, two…”

  My eyelids fell shut and no protest came. When his lips touched mine, I forgot all of my best intentions and melted into it. He made a gruff noise at my obvious surrender, and his other hand spanned my waist,
easing me even closer. I didn’t pull away. I didn’t resist. I didn’t want to. By the time his tongue stroked mine, my body was fully pressed against his, my softness meeting the hard planes of his chest and thighs, our quickly beating hearts banging out a double-time rhythm.

  Touch. Warmth. Heat.

  I wanted to cling to him, to dissolve into the feel of him. The ache I’d awakened with fired up anew, and more colorful images from my dream flashed through my mind. But before I could completely lose myself in the kiss, he drew back, leaving me panting and flushed.

  He reached out and moved my hair away from my face, his eyes blue embers. “Last night you called my name, and I can’t tell you what it did to me. I know you don’t want anything serious. I get it. But I also know you want me. And Gretch, I fucking want you, too. It doesn’t have to be complicated. I can give you that escape you need. Sand, sun, and anything else you might be craving. One week. We can be two other people—whoever we want to be, no expectations, no past, no ghosts. At the end, we’ll let whatever happens stay there on the island.”

  “Burke—” The objection rose fast in my throat.

  He put his fingers over my lips. “Don’t, cher. Don’t say no before you even consider it. Make your decision based on something else besides knee-jerk fear. You have to know you’re safe with me. I would never do anything to hurt you.”

  I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them again. He was right. My heart was pounding way too fast, and I was hot all over. I was scared. Terrified. I’d never been with another man besides Harris, and the guilt from even considering being with his brother in that way was absolute. What kind of person would that make me? And beyond that, it could muck up the only true friendship I had.

  But as frightening as it was, the idea prodded at the back of my mind, begging for me to open the door and pay attention. A week of freedom and escape. A week with a version of Burke I’d only imagined. A week where I didn’t have to be that girl who’d lost her fiancé.

  I met his eyes, and he moved his hand away from my mouth so I could speak. “You could really leave it all there? We wouldn’t have to talk about it when we got back?”

  He nodded. “You have my word. The choice on how you want to handle it when we come back home is completely yours.”