Before That Night: Unfinished Love Series: Caine & Addison, Book 1 Read Online Free PDF Page A

rest of the world. Sort of like the kids that swarmed around him with the cuteness overload at school presentations. The woman was all goodness and light.
    Not to mention, really freaking pretty to boot—in a quiet, unassuming way.
    She had the kind of beauty that didn’t hit you all at once. The kind that kept surprising you. The kind that one day sucker punched the air out of you when you realized she was even more gorgeous than you recall her being the day before.
    He remembered that sucker punch well.
    It was the day he’d actually looked forward to sleeping for a change, on the off chance that maybe, just maybe she’d help inspire a few dreams instead of the nightmares that normally haunted him when he closed his eyes.
     

 
     
     
    CHAPTER THREE
     
     
    WITH A SATISFIED BELLY PAT , Caine finished up his dinner a short while later and finally answered the question Addison had asked before the last three groups of customers had walked in, “Luckily, I don’t need a lot of sleep.”
    Since he knew her job came first, Caine had gotten used to these extended pauses in their chats. It actually worked out well because the downtimes in their conversations often gave him the chance to remember to check in on social media. While he wasn’t a big fan, his brothers and even his parents seemed to think it perfectly normal to broadcast all their business on the internet. Lately, it seemed that was the only way he got updates on their lives now that he lived a good few hours away.
    To be fair, his family had of course been trying to bridge the distance between their lives the past few months—both geographical and metaphorical—but he wasn’t ready yet. Sure, he’d always been fairly rough around the edges, but he knew they’d worry like hell when they discovered just how much more jagged his gruff edges had become since Rick’s case had hit the fan.
    So for now, the internet would have to be the tether he used to stay connected to his family, his old friends…and every human he used to know pre-Creek Hills, really.
    As Addison tended to the nearby customers who had snagged her attention just as he’d been answering her question, he scrolled through two new baby birth announcements and one new engagement, in between ignoring five talking animal videos that had thousands of likes for some bizarre reason. He was in the middle of discovering that his brothers were planning a trip to Vegas soon when he saw Addison hustle over to the order window and then start her trek over to his end of the counter again.
    Which meant he had another few minutes to text his brothers to make sure they sent him their travel details. He may be limiting how much he saw them, but that didn’t mean he was any less overbearing about worrying over them.
    Just like he predicted, Addison took on a bunch of hobbit tasks during those few minutes, involving checking in on every table, even the ones that weren’t hers, and making about a half dozen customers smile and laugh before completing the journey. “So you only do things you ‘need’ to do?” she replied playfully as she put down her order tray and reached over the counter for the egg art she’d been working on earlier.
    Saucy minx. She was throwing his words back at him and referencing the recent discussion they’d had about massages in one fell swoop. Though it had been a perfectly innocent conversation for her seeing as how she’d never had a massage before, it had been far less so for him. He’d made the mistake of telling her about a few common pressure points to help relieve stress, and Addison, being as curious as a monkey with a yellow hat, had immediately started seeking out said pressure points and kneading them inquisitively with her own fingers.
    As soon as her eyelids fell to half-mast, and a soft, groaning sigh slipped past her lips, he’d changed the subject asap.
    …And stayed seated at the counter for at least five minutes longer than usual to let things, errr,