Accidental Lovers (The Accidental Series, Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

a taxi on her behalf, but this option
gave him more time to spend with her.
    Taking the elevator to the third floor, he
swiped his keycard to unlock the door to his room, allowing her to
walk in before he did.
    Shayla kicked off her shoes, sat on the bed
and watched him set the take-out bag on top of the microwave. He
took off his suit jacket, threw it on the back of a chair then
slowly sauntered in her direction. He sat next to her – so close,
his leg touched her leg.
    “Well, isn’t this déjà vu?” he asked.
    Shayla interlocked her fingers and crossed
her legs at the ankles. “Yeah. I guess so.”
    “You wanna lay down?”
    She nodded.
    He stood, gestured for her to stand and
pulled back the comforter.
    Shayla crawled to the center of the bed and
just like before, when he was in her hotel room in Norfolk, he
tucked her in.
    “Rest. We can finish dinner when you wake
up. Okay?”
    She gave him a drowsy smile and a slight
nod, her eyes batting closed.
    Donovan walked over near the windows again,
staring out into darkness and the lights that decorated the
boardwalk area. Then he looked over at the bed, at the beautiful
woman lying there and for a moment he imagined she was his.
    No longer able to resist being close to her,
he walked over to the bed and sat there, watching her sleep. He
leaned close to her, staring and taking in the features of her face
from up close for a change – as close as he wanted to be. He
studied her long eyelashes, how they made her gorgeous eyes appear
even bigger. Her round cheekbones caught his interest too, so much
so that he gently stroked her there with his index finger. Then
inching closer to her, he could smell her scent, her fragrance and
wondered if she was wearing one of the body sprays he’d bought her
from Victoria’s Secret. And speaking of what he bought for her,
where was the silver charm bracelet she loved so much?
    His eyes locked on her lips next – those
small, pouty, pink lips that could catch any man’s eye. He leaned
even closer to her face, played with the loose curls of hair that
framed it.
    Easing up from the bed so as not to disturb
her, he removed her keys from her purse and walked across the
street to Chili’s. He found her car in the parking lot then drove
it back over to the Hilton, parking next to his rental.
    He sprinted back to the room and upon
opening the door, he saw her lying still, sleeping peacefully in
the center of the bed where he’d left her. He stood next to the bed
and admired her again. Had he ever seen a more beautiful sight? As
he stared, he contemplated how Carter was able to sweep her off her
feet. The man wasn’t right for her in his opinion. Yet and still,
he had to admit that Shayla must’ve been an incredible woman to get
Carter’s attention.
    Donovan sighed, thinking about this. Why
could Carter find a woman like her and he couldn’t? Or better yet,
what would it take to make Shayla his woman instead? He leaned
close to her again, played with a coil of her soft hair then ran
his finger across her cheek. If only she was his…
     
    Standing in the shower, Donovan thought
about his life when his wife was alive. They would travel often,
spend many nights in hotels, bed and breakfast inns, truly enjoying
each other’s company. And earlier while he stared down at the
boardwalk, he thought about how, if she was still alive, they would
walk hand-in-hand like the other couples down there, having
conversations about love and life, their family, their
relationships.
    Instead, he was left to be a single father,
alone, lonely, unsatisfied with his life and though he seemingly
had it all, he didn’t have the one thing he’d longed for – love.
Sure he could find it in other places, but for some reason that was
beyond him, he had a strong desire to find it with the woman who
was lying in his bed. Why did she have to run off and marry
Carter?
    He stepped out of the shower, dried off and
slid into a pair of boxers and a white T-shirt. He