A Lie for a Lie Read online Helena Hunting (All In #1)

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: All In Series by Helena Hunting
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Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 98612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
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The door swings open, and I’m greeted by a chest. A bare chest. A big, bare chest. Oh my. I allow my gaze to drop a little lower. Sweet heavens, he has an entire six-pack. And that V of muscle at his hips disappears into his jeans, leading my eyes down. I’ve only ever seen that V in magazines, never in real life. I thought maybe it was airbrushed or something, but clearly I was wrong about that. I wonder if the rest of him is just as defined . . . I snap my eyes up to his face. “Hi.”

“Hey. I was just thinking about you.” He rubs his lips, the hint of a smile playing on them.

“You were thinking about me while you’re shirtless?” Oh God. I didn’t just ask that.

He full-on grins. His smile is just so pretty. He has nice teeth. Perfect teeth, actually. “To be fair, I’ve thought about a lot of things while shirtless, but one of those things happened to be you.”

“Right. Of course.” I nod. “I would’ve called, but I didn’t take down your number.”

“I tried to call you earlier today, but you didn’t answer.”

“You called me?”

“I wanted to check in. See how you were getting along.”

“That’s sweet. I’m doing fine. Good, even.” I hold up the beer. “I brought you a gift. Well, it’s a thank-you—and an apology. It’s both.”

He inclines his head. “You wanna come in? We can have one of those.”

“Oh, uh.” I didn’t actually plan beyond bringing the beer over. “I don’t really drink beer.”

“You can still come in, though. I have other liquids you can consume, unless you have somewhere else to be.” A dimple pops in his cheek.

“I don’t have anywhere else to be.”

He steps aside and motions for me to come in. He really is a giant of a man. I’m not tall, but at five foot four I’m around average, and he makes me feel tiny.

He closes the door behind me and runs a hand over his cut abs. “I should put a shirt on.”

“You don’t have to do that.” I gesture to his incredible chest. “I mean, unless it makes you uncomfortable to be shirtless in front of me. Then of course you can put one on, but if you’re comfortable shirtless then you should just stay that way. Whatever makes you the most comfortable.” I should just stop talking. I set the beer on the counter and open a cupboard. I don’t actually know what I’m doing—other than trying not to gawk openly at his awesome chest. Which I sincerely hope he doesn’t cover up with a shirt.

I find a couple of glasses in a cupboard and flip them over. “I can pour you one?” I ask.

He steps up beside me, looking 100 percent perfectly shirtless. “I can handle that.”

“I’ve got it.” I crack the top and pour the contents into the glass, but it foams like crazy, half the glass filling with bubbles instead of beer. “Hmm, is it supposed to be like this?”

“You really aren’t big on the beer, are you?” he asks on a laugh.

“I don’t like the taste. Did I ruin it?” We have two restaurants that serve beer in the tiny town I grew up in, but my family didn’t eat out often, and my parents only drink alcohol on holidays. I tried beer in college, but I found it too bitter.

“You didn’t ruin it. It just needs to settle.” He reaches around me—he’s so close I stop breathing. RJ grabs a bottle from the six-pack and twists the top off, then picks up the extra glass. Angling it to the side, he empties the bottle into it, filling it about two-thirds of the way. His only foams a little. “Do you like lemonade or grapefruit juice?” he asks.

“I love grapefruit juice!”

His smile is what sunrises are made of. He saunters to the fridge, which means I have a moment to appreciate his very defined back muscles while he retrieves a jug of juice. He tops off the glass and hands it to me. “Give it a taste.”

I take a tentative sip. “Oh! This is yummy. I guess maybe I don’t mind beer as much as I thought.”

His smile widens. “You’re the best thing in the world, you know that?”

A warm feeling spreads through my entire body. No one has ever paid me such a nice compliment before. There are a lot of amazing things in the world, and that he thinks I’m the best is, well . . . surprising. So of course I blurt out my own self-assessment. “I’m awkward and nervous.”

“Well, I like it. A lot.” After a few seconds of intense silence, he motions to the couch. “Sit with me for a bit? We can be awkward and nervous together.”

“You’re not awkward.”

He shrugs. “Sometimes I am. We all can be, context and situation depending.”


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