American Made (Against the Tides #2) Read Online Free PDF

fill my mouth with water. I feel like I’ve been swallowing sand all night and the water is barely touching it.
    Pushing to my feet, I make the mistake of wandering in front of the mirror and looking. Death warmed over . The mascara that I had put on yesterday is streaked down my face, making me glad that it was the only thing I had on, and my hair looks like it got stuck in a tornado. I attempt to run the brush through it but it only makes my head throb more. The smell of food wafts up the stairs and it makes me nervous because I have no clue who is in my house cooking. Tiptoeing down the stairs, I peek around the corner into my kitchen. 
    “About time you woke up,” the guy speaks up from in front of the stove. When he turns around and I see his face, everything starts to come back to me. The kissing, the flirting, the McDonald’s run… the yelling. He sets a plate down on the bar. “Eat.”
    “Did we?” I ask, shuffling across the tile floor. I slide onto the stool as he starts laughing.
    “If I had sat on my hand until it was numb and rubbed one out it would have been livelier than you last night after you ate.”
    “Fuck, I passed out in your truck, didn’t I?”
    “Mhm,” he hums, setting toast beside my plate that is stacked with eggs, pancakes and bacon. “I had to text Knox for your address.”
    “Shit, Knox. We pissed him off pretty good last night didn’t we?”
    “He wasn’t very happy when I wanted your address, but he must’ve figured out that you were out if I needed it.”
    I nod, praying that the pills kick in soon. I look down at my plate and wonder how the hell he made all this. “I hope this stuff didn’t come from my fridge because if it did it’s over seven months old and you’d probably die after one bite.”
    “No.” He laughs, plating some food for himself as the sound surrounds me. I wait for the noise to kill my head but it actually sort of soothes me. “You had nothing and I figured you’d be pretty hungover and not want to go get anything. So instead of waitin’ to ask if you wanted to go to Denny’s for hangover food, I brought Denny’s to you. Now eat.”
    “Good. I should have gone to the store but I got off the plane, came home and couldn’t handle the silence so I went to find Knox instead. You need to tell me what I owe you for the food.”
    “Eat!” he demands, slapping a fork down in front of me.
    I stop talking and pick the fork off the counter, cutting a section of pancake with it. The second my lips wrap around the fork and the taste hits my tongue, I moan. “Holy fuckin’ hell this is good. Where did you—” I stop speaking because I can’t remember his fucking name.
    “Gentry,” he reminds me with a smile. I wait for him to make me feel like an asshole for forgetting, but he doesn’t. He swallows what’s in his mouth and continues talking without looking at me. “Don’t worry about it. It was obvious that you were drinkin’ to forget last night, so I didn’t expect you to remember.”
    “Temporary relief of a permanent situation.” The words sting as I say them because I don’t want to believe them, but that’s what it is. I don’t want it to be a permanent situation, but it is. I’m out, and there’s nothing I can do to change that. Suddenly I feel the need to explain myself and apologize to someone who is practically a stranger to me. “I’m sorry about last night, I don’t usually drink that much. I think I remember yellin’ at you for no reason.”
    “Not a big deal, Emerson. Sometimes you just have to let the heavy stuff out. And sometimes it’s easier to do that with someone you don’t know than with someone you do. It doesn’t hold a candle to the kiss on the pier or the fact that you ordered a supersized McDick from McDonald’s, so consider it forgotten anyway.”
    “Oh my god,” I cry, burying my face in my arm on the bar. “That poor woman. Poor you! I used you to irritate Knox because he was actin’ like an