He watched while Kelcey Ewing studied the table, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Obviously new at playing pool, she was overlooking a shot he could have easily made. He almost pointed it out to her, but stopped before saying anything. Kelcey hadn’t exactly been friendly toward him. She answered when he spoke to her, but didn’t put out any effort to get closer to him. Alaina—his brother Rye’s girlfriend—told him his reputation as a womanizer turned Kelcey off completely. The reputation exaggerated the number of women he’d fucked. Yeah, he enjoyed sex. He went out with women who enjoyed sex too. His dates usually consisted of women who wanted nothing more than an orgasm, which had always worked for him. That didn’t mean he didn’t know how to romance a woman. It wouldn’t be a hardship for him to slowly wear down Kelcey’s resistance. She wasn’t as voluptuous as Alaina, or as make-your-tongue-hang-out sexy as Emma, his brother Griff’s girlfriend. Still, at about five-eight and slim with shoulder-length ash blonde hair and huge blue eyes, Kelcey had been blessed with good looks.
