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    Spray Paint Kisses
    Spray Paint Kisses
    Spray Paint Kisses
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    Spray Paint Kisses

    By Bethany-Kris

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    He’s left his mark everywhere. She’s still trying to find a place to leave hers.

    Gage Masselin is a graffiti artist whose life has revolved around his art, and he's focused entirely on his career. He has never needed a muse to get his inspiration flowing, so when an unexpected blonde-haired beauty knocks him out of his zone, he knows he’s in trouble.

    Summer Davey is just a traveling girl with a gypsy’s soul. The one constant she has is her need to keep moving on. She’s never stayed in one place long enough to plant roots, never mind finding a man with spray paint kissing the tips of his fingers to make her heart beat faster.

    She inspires him. He’s the first thing to ever feel like home.

    Sometimes the hardest things to find in love and life are the easiest to lose.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEvernight Publishing
    Release dateAug 24, 2014
    ISBN9781771309707
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      Spray Paint Kisses - Bethany-Kris

      Published by Evernight Publishing ® at Smashwords

      www.evernightpublishing.com

      Copyright© 2014 Bethany-Kris

      ISBN: 978-1-77130-970-7

      Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

      Editor: JS Cook

      ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

      WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

      This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

      DEDICATION

      For all the boys with spray paint on their fingers.

      SPRAY PAINT KISSES

      Bethany-Kris

      Copyright © 2014

      Chapter One

      Isn’t that illegal?

      Gage Masselin nearly dropped the aerosol paint can when he heard the feminine voice. Whenever he was in the middle of creating a tag, he was in the zone. There were no sounds but the constant whoosh of the spray paint can’s nozzle and his rhythmic breathing. No distractions took him away from his art.

      Well, usually.

      Turning on his heel, Gage forgot about the black and white bandana he still wore around his lower face as a shield from the paint fumes. The material muffled his surprise as he came face to face with the prettiest damned thing he’d ever seen in his twenty-two years of life.

      Long waves of golden hair were tied off to the side in a messy braid, falling over her front. There wasn’t a lick of makeup on her clear peaches and cream complexion. Standing in gladiator style sandals, ripped up jean shorts, and a faded band T-shirt, the girl could have been just about anyone.

      Except she couldn’t. Gage’s tiny New Brunswick hometown was a blink and you’d miss it kind of place. Growing up in Plaster Rock gave him the ability to know everyone, even if he didn’t officially live there fulltime anymore. Thing was, people moved away, new people didn’t move there.

      Everybody knew everyone else, or they thought they did. Gage didn’t know this girl.

      Uh …

      The girl smirked before waving in Gage’s direction. Your face.

      His face?

      What?

      My—

      Instantly, Gage realized what the girl meant. The bandana still covered the lower part of his face, including his mouth. He probably looked like some little hoodrat hiding in the alley, tagging the shit out of the high school library’s wall.

      No wonder she thought he was doing something illegal.

      Tugging down the bandana so it rested around his throat, Gage offered the girl a shrug in explanation. Sorry, habit to wear it. I usually don’t have company when I’m painting, so no reason to have my mouth free to chat.

      You mean an accomplice, right?

      No, I mean company, Gage replied with a smile.

      I didn’t realize graffiti had become legal.

      Oh, this girl had balls, or she just liked breaking them. Either way, Gage liked that.

      It’s not. That’s probably why I spent two years in juvenile hall.

      Wouldn’t be juvie now, though.

      No, Gage said. It’d be the pen. Good thing it’s legal. I’m not looking to spend any more time in a lockup.

      The girl still didn’t look convinced.

      Honest, sweetheart. See … Gage pointed at the piece of official paper taped to the brick wall. If a cop happened to stop by, all he had to do was refer to that permit. Gives me the right to be here slumming up this wall with my work. The school commissioned me to do the piece. It’s all on the legal side of things, promise.

      A small hand rested on her jutted out hip. The action caused Gage to let his eyes wander down the expanse of her creamy thighs and wonder if they felt as smooth and silky as they looked. They probably did. He bet she’d taste like salt, skin, and sin.

      Shit, how short were those jean shorts of hers, anyway?

      Short enough that they made Gage’s mouth a little dry just from staring.

      Fucked, that’s what he was, and he didn’t even know her name.

      If you say so, the girl mused.

      Gage couldn’t help but tease. What would you have done if I said it was illegal? Call the cops?

      Nope.

      That’s it?

      She smiled a blinding sight. That’s it. It is pretty.

      Uh, thanks?

      You’re welcome.

      With one more glance at the bare bones of the mural just beginning to take form, the girl turned to leave. Gage was positive his heart leaped into his throat, creating a lump his words couldn’t make their way by.

      Wait!

      The darkened blue of her eyes glittered as she stared back. Yeah?

      Gage forced himself to swallow the nerves beginning to form in his throat. Nervousness wasn’t like him at all. You didn’t tell me your name.

      You didn’t tell me yours, either.

      Gage. It’s Gage.

      Summer.

      Gage didn’t even have to feel her name on his tongue to know it fit the girl. She shone bright, even in the darkness of the alley. Whatever heat she held inside had touched him the moment he laid eyes on her.

      Women rarely had that kind of effect on Gage. If he found one who caught his eye, he made a move and that was that. For some reason, this girl screamed delicate. Like a flower with petals so precious they might crush to dust if he squeezed too hard.

      Are you staying in town long? Gage asked.

      Summer’s smile faded slightly. Probably not.

      What? No. But—

      How long will your thing take?

      Gage chanced a glance back at his mural, worried if he stared too long, Summer might disappear when he looked back. She was still there when he did, light shining in from the mouth of alley and haloing around her curvy form. The heart inside his chest did the oddest, deepest beats at the sight.

      Who in the hell was this girl?

      Maybe a couple of days, if the weather stays good, he finally replied.

      They were expecting a rain shower on Wednesday, though. That could put the finishing touches of the mural off for a while. Never mind drying time.

      And you’ll be here every day, then?

      Gage nodded. Yeah. Every single day.

      Well, maybe I’ll stick around, Summer said quietly. At least for a couple of days.

      Oddly, it seemed as though Summer left something hanging in the air between them. Like a request of sorts. As if maybe she wanted him to ask her to come back.

      I’ll be here for a couple of days, Gage repeated. You should be, too.

      Summer’s plump bottom lip disappeared under her top teeth in consideration. Maybe.

      Are you staying at the Inn?

      It’s the only motel in this town, isn’t it?

      Gage laughed, nodding. With that, Summer disappeared out into the bright lights of the street. Gage watched her go, confused and unsure. Every part of him urged to follow and find out more about the mysterious girl, but a deeper, quieter part inside said not to.

      Delicate, he reminded himself. The last thing he wanted was for Summer to think he was chasing her, especially if it would only push her away. She’d come back. Of that, Gage was most sure. That didn’t mean he understood how exactly he knew it, though.

      Turning back to his work with a heavy heart, Gage pulled the bandana back up over his lower face. The black strokes of the mural’s beginnings covered nearly the entire face of the library wall. He hadn’t even fully decided how he wanted to continue with the design, but swatches of summer colors started to take shape

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