All of You Read Online Free PDF

pan, and utensil in that kitchen.” She walked out of the room and into the hallway. “Come on, Gia,” she announced loudly. “Time to make a mess that’ll make your Daddy’s head explode.”
    Nathan groaned.
    *
    Danny left Nathan and Stella’s (thankfully they’d been nice enough go pick up his car while Danny had slept off the booze) and drove back to his condo on the other end of West Cleveland. It was a really nice place Danny was pretty damn proud of. Sure, the mortgage payments were steep and it had cost him an arm and a leg to furnish the place, but all expenses had been worth it.
    Simply because you couldn’t bring women back to a dump to screw.
    Well, maybe other guys could, but that’s not how Danny rolled.
    And since – other than his friendship with Nathan and his job – screwing was Danny’s whole life, he’d figured sinking most of his cash into creating a nice backdrop was a perfect investment.
    It was all a part of the façade, as was the sleek black Audi he drove, the expensive clothes he wore, and the top-shelf liquor he stocked his granite and cherry wood bar with. All of it painted a picture of a guy who had his shit together. A guy who was thrilled with his life and secure in his choices. A guy who could take you or leave you and not really think about it much either way.
    The truth was, Danny wasn’t looking to have anyone stick around long enough to take a second look. He positioned everything in his life so people didn’t have chances to do double-takes. The station BBQs he sometimes hosted lasted a few hours at the most. The other cops came for conversation, burgers, and booze…they weren’t looking to pry into Danny’s life.
    And the screwing?
    Well, even the most creative sessions only took a few hours. They mostly stuck to the bedroom, very little was discussed, and he always had his lovely ladies home by dawn at the absolute latest.
    ‘Cause he was a real fucking gentleman that way.
    Danny pulled into the attached garage, turned off the car, and hit the remote garage door controller on the visor. As the door creaked and squeaked shut, Danny leaned his head back against the headrest and closed his eyes.
    “ God, I feel like shit ,” he muttered into the darkness.
    He was getting too old for this. Long gone were the days Danny could get shitfaced and/or high, sleep for a few hours, and then wake up ready to rock and roll. Thirty-three year old bodies simply couldn’t recover like twenty-three year old ones could, which was probably why most thirty-three year olds grew the hell up and respected their limits.
    But not Danny.
    And why should he, exactly? He had no wife to answer to and no kids to be responsible for. What would be the point of getting his shit together when he had no one to get his shit together for? Then he’d just be a straight arrow, sitting around the house alone…with too much time on his hands to think.
    And feel.
    Fuck that.
    Danny dragged his ass out of the car and into the house. After tossing his keys on the counter, trudging up the stairs, and kicking his shoes off somewhere in the hallway, Danny face-planted onto his king-sized bed.
    The $300 gray silk sheets felt nice and cool against his flushed skin. It was too quiet, so Danny flipped on ESPN and tossed the remote back onto the nightstand. He set his alarm for four o’clock, which would give him plenty of time to shower and get to the station in time for his five o’clock shift.
    Danny pulled a pillow under his head, but instantly reared back at the strong scent of cloying perfume. He recognized it as the same stuff Rochelle had been wearing at the club last night.
    With a grunt, he flipped the pillow over, happy to find it smelling only of Tide. He closed his eyes and soon his thoughts drifted back to the conversation he’d overheard back at Nathan and Stella’s house…something about Kat getting asked out on a date by some science-loving, engineering douchebag she barely knew at work.
    And