April (Calendar Girl #4) Read Online Free PDF

of the alphabet?
    I rolled my eyes and began typing furiously. It had been too long and the tension too high between Wes and I. We needed to find something that could work for us both. The truth was, we both cared deeply for one another, but we’re not in a position to be together, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t care. And it didn’t mean we shouldn’t find a way to get over the fact that both of us are going to have relations with the opposite sex. I can’t expect him to be celibate when I’m not offering the same.
    To: Wes Channing
    From: Mia Saunders
    Who needs the other letters when I’m enjoying the B’s?
    Of course, he’d have to take me off kilter and bring the serious back into play just as I was enjoying our causal banter.
    To: Mia Saunders
    From: Wes Channing
    The letter C is pretty nice, too. California, Cuddling, Caring, Commitment, Channing…Cock.
    I laughed out loud. Leave it to him to sandwich the serious shit in with a joke.
    To: Wes Channing
    From: Mia Saunders
    If my memory serves, I’ve already had Channing Cock and it was pretty fucking fantastic.
    I know I responded a bit boldly, but I was determined to bring things back to the light, fun, nature of our relationship. If I was going to hold onto him in any way, we had to keep that above all else. Yes, knowing he was fucking Gina hit me hard, but I’d had a week to think about it and as much as I wanted to drop everything, head to California on the first flight out, and claim my man, that just wasn’t in the cards for me. I had to hope Wes would keep things casual with Gina and if he didn’t, there was no other option but to be okay with that decision. I’d made it clear that our time wasn’t now. I stood by that decision as much as it gutted me.
    To: Mia Saunders
    From: Wes Channing
    It will be waiting the second you want another go-round, sweetheart.
    To: Wes Channing
    From: Mia Saunders
    Crazy man! Go surf; don’t let those waves pass you by. We’ll chat more in a couple days. Duty calls.
    To: Mia Saunders
    From: Wes Channing
    Crazy for you.
    That was the last thing he texted before radio silence. Crazy for me. I was crazy about him, too, but I wasn’t about to put things back on a serious tone. We needed time, lots of it to get past the blow. He knew I was fucking other men, I knew he was fucking Gina. That was reality.
    “What’s got your face lit up, sweetness?” Mace asked, entering my side of the hotel suite in a stunning three piece suit. Damn, the man looked good in his uniform, and in a pair of raggy jeans with a hole in the knee, but in a suit, he exuded a powerful air that I liked…a lot. Mason smiled and waggled his eyebrows and slowly turned around, giving me the entire view. “You like?”
    I nodded. “You know I do. I can’t wait until Rachel sees you. She’s been hiding out all week.”
    Mason’s lips turned down into a scowl at the mention of her name. “You’ve got the wrong idea ‘bout Rach and me. You need to get that outta your head.”
    This time I shook my head. “No way. I saw the way you two looked at each other last week. She’s into you, but I don’t know why she’s hiding out.”
    “She’s not. She’ll be here to drive us over to Power Up.”
    That’s when we both heard a knock on the door. I smiled wide and rushed to the door as quickly as my stilettos would take me. I swung open the door and there she was in another smart suit, only in gray. A soft pink blouse highlighted the pink in her cheeks and glow to her skin. This time her blonde hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail at the nape of her neck. She had it done in this cool way where the rubber band was covered with her own hair so it was magically holding itself back. I should find out how she did that. It would be a neat trick to learn, something I could teach Gin and Maddy, too.
    “Hey Rachel, how are you,” I swung the door open wide. She looked me up and down. I was wearing a leather pencil skirt and a flowing white