She's the One (Lowcountry Lovers Series Book 2) by Kim Boykin

that damn current that always zinged between the two of them. “ You were amazing.”
    “Yeah.” Melissa was sandwiched between them; Bo grabbed her hand and held it up for Shane to see. “We’re good together.”
    “Oh, Henry, this is way better than watching some old baseball game. Uh huh.”
    Melissa shot Pearl a look to shut her up.
    “Excuse me.” She pulled away from both men and sprinted to the bathroom.
    This was a nightmare. She took a couple of deep breaths and then washed her hands while studying her reflection in the mirror. What was wrong with her? She wasn’t a two-man-kind-of-woman; she wasn’t even a one-man-kind-of-woman. She’d thought playing with Bo would be fun, and it was, until he went all caveman on her, and Shane wasn’t much better.
    Melissa threw open the bathroom door to find Shane waiting on her.
    “Hey,” she said.
    “I’m not stalking you.” He laughed, and then he wasn’t smiling. “I don’t want to leave you here with him, but I can see it’s making you crazy with both of us ready to fight over you.”
    “You think?”
    He pulled her into him and tipped her chin up so that she’d have to close her eyes not to look at him. “I know you love the music, Melissa. But this. What I feel. What I know you feel, too? I don’t think you have that with him.” She melted into his kiss, her heart beating out of her chest, making her forget to breathe.
    When they pulled away she was panting for air. This was so damn confusing.
    He took her breath away with another long, wet kiss. “The next time you’re in my arms, I don’t want there to be any doubts.”

Chapter Eight

    B o and the guys started packing the van. They waved off Melissa’s offer to help, but she jumped in anyway until they were done.
    “We still going to Shelter?” Brody asked, the band’s usual hangout whenever they played Mt. Pleasant.
    “Y’all go ahead,” Bo put his arms around Melissa and pulled her close.
    They gave him a smirk that said he was getting laid and then got into the van.
    “You were smoking hot tonight, baby. The way you look, the way you played. Hell, the band’s never sounded better.”
    “We were a little rough on some of those songs we didn’t rehearse, but yeah, it was good.” Bo feigned disappointment, making her laugh. “It felt really good.”
    All night long, Melissa knew he’d wanted to kiss her, but he knew she wasn’t into that onstage. He made up for it, nearly taking her breath away.
    “Let me take you out,” he whispered against her lips.
    He tasted like Southern Comfort and something sweeter, or maybe that was just her peach lip gloss.
    “I have work tomorrow.”
    “One drink.” He kissed her again.
    “A beer at my house is the best I can do.”
    “You drive a hard bargain.” He opened the car door for her.
    The Etta James disk he’d made for her was still queued up as they headed back to the Isle of Palms with the windows rolled down. Melissa closed her eyes and drank in the Lowcountry night, head laid back, breathing in the marsh air, as they crossed the turning bridge between Mt. Pleasant and Sullivans Island.
    It was almost 1:00 a.m. by the time they pulled into her driveway. Before he could open the car door for her, she was out of the car and headed inside. Melissa knew he wanted her to slow down, to stay in the same rhythm they’d been in on stage. She opened the fridge and poked around.
    “I haven’t been to the grocery store in forever, so I only have two beers. Palmetto Moon or Westbrook IPA?”
    “You pick, I’m good with either one.” She opened the beers and handed him the Westbrook. He sat down on the couch and pulled her down beside him, throwing his leg across her thighs. “Best part of tonight? Right here.”
    “I don’t know, ‘Black Snake Moan’ sounded pretty awesome,” She took a long draw off of her beer. “‘I Can’t Be Satisfied’ was great, too.”
    “Man, I love the look on your face when you’re into the music