The Apple of His Eye

Contemporary Romance
Short Story
Rating: Sweet/Sensual

The Apple of His Eye


The Golden Rule of Friendship: Do not covet thy best friend’s fiancée.

An easy rule for Shane Gallagher to obey when he meets Eden, as staid and business-minded as his good friend, Brad, whom she is about to marry. But when she unexpectedly blossoms before his eyes, temptation takes seed.

Eden is happy with her calculated marriage plans until she is forced to spend a day with her fiancé’s best friend—minus her fiancé—and experiences an evening far different from her usual calm and analytical existence.

Can Shane stay away from the forbidden fruit? Or will the sweetness and allure prove too much to bear?

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Her infectious giggles fanned his face as the sky blue gaze sparkled down at him. Wet cold seeping into his back slowly brought him back to reality. The reality that this beautiful woman atop him was already taken. Taken by his best friend.

For the only time he could remember, Shane was honestly jealous of Brad.

This was a bad idea all around.

Carefully, he disentangled himself and got them to their feet. “Look, we should go back inside.” Where he could put a table, or better yet, a whole room between them for safety. His or hers, he couldn't be sure.

“No, please,” she begged, the grin still wide on her face. “I've got it now. See.” She let go of his arm and stood alone.

Shane kept his hands at the ready even though her balance seemed much better. In fact, she looked remarkably stable and relaxed.

Eden's gaze danced to the others practicing their slap shots. “Do you have a stick I could use?”

“Whoa there, Crosbie,” Shane chuckled. “Let's get you skating first before you try your hand at a stick.”

“What? You mean like this?”

He grasped at empty air when she suddenly pushed away to slide smoothly backward. A mischievous glitter twinkled up to him as she swayed her hips, propelling herself faster. Before he could say her name, Eden skidded to a stop and returned to him all in one fluid movement, ending with a small spray of ice shavings over his own skates.
Why that little...

Crossing his arms over his chest, he narrowed his gaze. “I thought you said you can't skate?”