A Broken Fate (The Beautiful Fate Series book 2) Read Online Free PDF

weird handshakes and talked surf lingo.
    “Sup, Are? Gettin’ your babelini a board?” a tall, shaggy-haired, tan guy asked as he walked up to the two of us.
    “Nah, she ’s a gaper.” Ari ran his hand through his hair.
    “You doin ’ a gaper?” he said with a tsk .
    “Ava is my wife. I ’m here to get new gear for Lauren,” Ari answered.
    The guy mumbled something about another one biting the dust.
    Ari introduced me to Trevor, called Trev by the guys; Erik, nicknamed Erika; Mindy, whom they called Betty, and lastly, Ella, better known as Bunny. I heard words like bro, brosef and brosiah – all three of which I am pretty sure mean the same thing. Trev asked Ari how Andy was and referred to Andy as a “grey.”
    They talked for a while, using their specialized vocabulary, and then Ari, with Bunny ’s help, found the perfect board for Lauren. It was a BIC Sport Wahine something or other. White, with a purple streak down the middle. Ari kept trying to talk me into letting him buy me one too, but I vehemently refused. The staff was friendly and all of them came out from the back room to say goodbye. Ari did another series of weird handshakes and we were on our way.
    As we left the shop, I turned to him.
    “What’s a grey?” I wanted to know.
    “An older surfer.”
    “What’s a gaper?”
    Ari chuckled a bit to himself and ran his hand through his hair again.
    “It’s someone who watches surfers but has never been in the water.”
    “Oh.”
    “I can’t believe I married someone who doesn’t like to get in the water. We have a pool and a hot tub, and we live on the beach -- all of which is of no use to us.”
    “You can get into whatever water you want whenever you want. It ’s not as though you’re starved for company.”
    “Yeah, but I only want to play with you,” he frowned.
    “Well, we’ll just have to find other things to do in our spare time,” I suggested with a wink.
    “Ok ,” a sly smile replaced the frown on his face, “but I wouldn’t mind combining the two one day.”
    I tsked at him and rolled my eyes.
    The shopping trip had one other interesting aspect. Because of the fact that I was kidnapped by a seriously wanted man by the FBI and that I am the only heiress to baio , my grandmother’s wildly successful clothing company, Ari’s and my face had been plastered all over the news, in papers and in magazines and people recognized us wherever we went. Most people smiled and offered a few words of encouragement. In the few instances when someone got a little too personal or encroached upon my delicate space bubble, Ari was right there to usher the intruder away. A couple of times, I saw people snapping photos with their cell phones or cameras and it made me feel uneasy and a bit angry. I could tell that Ari was mad about the photo situation, too but he tried hard not to show it.
    We packed up Ari ’s Rover with Lauren’s gifts and then walked down the road to a small restaurant on the corner. We ate dinner together at a private, outside table, talked, held hands and watched as dark storm clouds rolled in off the sea. After our meal, the wind began to pick up and shortly after, the sky opened up and rain began to pour down from the heavens. We ran to Ari’s car and laughed as we slammed the car doors. Ari’s shook his wet hair out causing droplets to splatter his leather seats.
    His smile faded, “This is all going to blow over, you know- people wanting to talk to you and take your photo.”
    I nodded. “You’re right. It’ll be fine. We just need to give this situation some time.”
    “I shouldn ’t have brought you out with me today. I wasn’t thinking.”
    “I wanted to come, Ari. I want to be normal with you.”
    Ari let out a breath between his cheeks. “We will never be normal, Ava.”
    I frowned. Ari changed the subject quickly to the weather and the fact that the storm would make for some decent waves the next day.
    He pulled his car into the garage and began to