âCome on. Get wet with me.â
Now, there was a tempting thought. Without thinking twice, Trent kicked off his shoes and socks, dropping them in the sand. He pulled up the legs of his jeans, and together he and Chloe stepped ankle-deep into the water.
âIâd love to go swimming,â Chloe mused aloud.
âFeel free,â Trent offered. âIâll even keep watch if you want to skinny-dip.â
âKeep watching, you mean,â she countered.
âThat, too,â he admitted with an unrepentant shrug. âSeriously, if you want to get in, go ahead. Nobodyâs around, itâs one in the morningâ¦and your little red ensemble could be mistaken for a bikini anyway.â
âEnsemble? Oh, so you saw the bra, too?â
He grinned wickedly.
âI have absolutely no secrets left,â she said with a disgruntled sigh. She kicked water at him, soaking the bottom part of his jeans.
Trent chuckled and splashed her back. Then, growing serious, he stepped closer until their bodies were separated by only an inch of moonlight. âHoney, seeing what youâre wearing beneath your clothes is only making me more interested in seeing whatâs underneath it allâ¦.â
Dear Reader,
Imagine two gorgeous, hunky menâone safe (or so you think) and one outrageously daring and provocative. Now imagine not realizing that theyâre two different peopleâ¦and getting involved with a twin you never knew existed! Thatâs exactly what happens to Chloe Weston in Two To Tangle.
Chloe is a hardworking, very creative woman who is determined to find a nice guy. No daredevils need apply. So when she finds herself involved in a passionate weekend with Troy Langtree, a conservative, respectable retail store manager, she thinks sheâs found her man. Only, Troy is really Trent, Troyâs twin brother. And Trent is anything but conservative.
But boy, is he hot!
Writing Chloe and Trentâs story was a pure joy. I loved going all out with the humor and sensuality in this book, and I think Iâve found my favorite cast of secondary characters so far. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. If so, let me know. You can write to me at P.O. Box 410787, Melbourne, FL 32941â0787, or e-mail me at [email protected].
Happy reading,
Leslie Kelly
To my editor, Brenda Chin.
Thank you for telling me how much you loved this idea from the very beginning. It gave me the incentive and the determination to make sure the story became all it could be.
And to my girls, Caitlin, Lauren and Megan.
Iâm so glad you each have sisters.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
âOKAY, LOVERBOY, Iâm ready. Iâve been thinking about this all week. Now weâre alone. Itâs time to get you out of all these uptight clothes and into something a little more comfortable.â
Not expecting a reply, and, of course, not receiving one, Chloe Weston reached for the buckle of an expensive black leather belt and deftly unfastened it. A quick flick of her fingers undid the button at the waist of a pair of menâs designer trousers. Finding the tab of the zipper, she lowered it gingerly. The metallic hiss of the zipperâs teeth broke the heavy silence of the room, followed by a wisp of fabric as the size thirty-two, char-coal-gray pants fell.
Dropping to her knees, she reached for the elastic waistband of a pair of fitted, white boxer briefs. She tugged them down in one stroke, then sat back and stared. After several long moments, she sighed.
âItâs Friday night. Iâm a reasonably attractive, single, twenty-something woman and Iâve just taken off a manâs clothes.â Rubbing a weary hand over her brow, she muttered, âToo bad youâre as anatomically correct as a Ken doll.â
The mannequin didnât respond. Nor did its female counterpart, which stood behind Chloe in the darkened front display window of Langtreeâs Department Store.
What a way to spend a Friday night. Alone in a deserted, exclusive store in Boca Raton, Florida. Surrounded by designer clothes, ridiculously expensive leather goods, gaudy, pretentious jewelryâ¦with a bunch of plastic mannequins for company.
Shrugging, Chloe referred to her notes to consider the positions of the mannequins for the next weekâs display. Fridays were changeover nights for the storeâs main front windows. A big deal, especially lately, since the store manager had finally started giving her some leeway to be more daring with the displays. Before tonight, sheâd slipped her own creative touches only in the storeâs rear windows near the service department, never the huge ones bracketing the main entrance.
Though sheâd worked for Langtreeâs for only six weeks, Chloe knew her creations had already drawn some attention. No, the managing director of the store, Troy Langtree, hadnât been too happy when sheâd gotten a little carried away with a spring bathing suit display, and left the itty-bitty top of a string bikini dangling from the plastic fingers of a randy-looking male mannequin. But the public had loved it. So much so that Langtree had finally agreed to listen to her ideas for the storeâs main entrance area.