Captured In Ink (Art of Love Series) by Donna McDonald

how prime a male like Shane Larson was. She was going to let Jillian explain the nuances of various men when Chelsea started to date. Reesa had always had an eye for real men instead of pretty ones. Brent had actually been the least rugged man she’d dated. Shane was the best of both once you got past the piercings and tattoos.
    “Yes—Shane does like you all, and he’s told me so. I guess that does make him better in many ways than Brent. I just wish he wasn’t so freaking tall,” Reesa said honestly.
    Chelsea walked over and gave Reesa a reassuring hug, surprising her into a laugh.
    “Maybe you need to give up your illusions and lower your standards,” she heard Chelsea say smartly, tossing Reesa’s words back to her with a sarcastic aplomb only teenagers could pull off so perfectly.
    Reesa rolled her eyes and laughed as Chelsea headed out of the kitchen and off to her bedroom.
    Shane would be back, and she would decide then what to do about him.
    She was all about sleeping with him again.
    It was just the love stuff he kept spouting that bothered her.

Chapter 6
     
    “Dad said they found a house. It’s actually two streets away from Jessica’s current house. It has a double garage and giant backyard, tucked into the curve of a cul-de-sac, and it backs to a railroad,” Michael said. “They’re hoping to hear back about their offer on it today.”
    “Are they any closer to setting a date for the wedding?” Shane asked, sipping coffee and looking at the clock on the wall.
    Michael was an early riser and had only laughed a little when Shane asked his brother if he could come by for coffee at seven-thirty. Not a habitual early riser, Shane had been too wound up to sit at home alone, but it was too early to head over to Reesa’s yet. He had learned Sara didn’t leave for school until eight-thirty and he was determined not to disrupt any more routines than he could help. He figured if he left for her house at eight-twenty, he’d make it there in time to catch Reesa on her second cup of coffee for the day. Maybe she wouldn’t even have gotten dressed yet. Maybe he could talk her into staying undressed for a couple of hours.
    “Shane! Where the hell did you drift off to?” Michael demanded, laughing at his brother staring off into space. Shane tended to be spacey at times, but this was excessive—even for him.
    “What’s wrong?” Shane asked, bringing his attention back to Michael who was rolling his eyes at him.
    The doorbell had Michael looking at the clock himself. “Hell, it’s Grand Central Station around here this morning. I’d be mad if I was still in bed.”
    “I got it,” Carrie called, yawning as she passed the kitchen on her way to answer the door. “You have got to start letting me get more than five hours sleep a night, Michael.”
    Michael laughed and took a sip of coffee. “I let you sleep in and didn’t wake you up when I wanted to this morning. I think I’m doing good. We’re still technically on our honeymoon, you know—despite the fact that family keeps stopping by every damn day.”
    Carrie sighed and pulled open the door to find both Jessica and Brooke on her doorstep.
    “Good morning,” she said.
    “Great. You’re awake. We’ve got to talk,” Jessica said, walking into the hallway. “Brooke found a gallery spot on the edge of campus. It’s right between UK and Transy. It will cost dear, but the chair of the art department is interested in spotlighting his seniors there. He thinks he can get UK to cut a deal for that privilege, which would defray some of the costs. Are you interested?”
    “Who is the art chair now? Is it Fillmore still?” Carrie asked, closing the door behind them and heading to the kitchen.
    Her body was still sated from last night. Her brain wasn’t awake yet. When she walked into the kitchen Michael stopped talking to Shane to look at Carrie. The impact of his lusty gaze on her had her instantly wishing he’d woken her up.
    Her question and