Breathless (Meadowlarks) Read Online Free PDF

gorgeous girls I had with me.
    Four more Tom Collins' later I was beyond happy, I was thrilled...inexplicably vivacious.
    Damn Zoe for snapping me out of my reminiscing. “I wish Addy was here!” She said, bouncing to the beat.
    Twenty-nine again. Two babies again. Living in Wyoming. The new Riley Harrison, the boring Riley Harrison. I as just missing the SUV with the four stick figure family members placed on the back window.
    I felt guilty thinking like that, I cherished my children more than words could say, and I wouldn't change anything about them. But I miss Maine, I miss this . Couldn't we just stay?
    “Well aren't you just a sight for sore eyes?” A voice rasp ed from behind me into my ear.
    I turn ed and almost threw up on the spot.
    Jacob was standing there, looking like a predator.
    “ You’ve got to be freaking kidding me, Jacob. Get lost!”
    “Oh, aren't we snippy. Does the high altitude in Buttfuck Idaho give you some extra entitlement?” He glare d at me with those crazy copper eyes, piercing my flesh and making me shudder.
    “Leave us alone, asshole,” Camille sneered and pulled me away from him.
    He reache d and grabbed my wrist. “Where's Red?”
    “You're on glue if you think she would come near you. Touch me again and I’ll punch you in the fucking throat.” I pulled my arm away and rubbed where his grip seared my skin.
    He lunge d for me and as fast as he did, someone shoved him down onto the black tiled floor. He skimmed on the floor for a few feet and stopped, almost knocking a couple of younger girls over. I smiled at the sight of him on the floor and turned to see who came to my rescue.
    “ Riley . How are you?”
    I lick ed my lips, trying to give them moisture so I would be able to speak. I swallowed hard, but still nothing came out. I stood, amidst a blur of dancing limbs attached to colorful clothing, and looked into the eyes that so lovingly looked at me each day.
    The eyes of my son— or should I say, the eyes my son got from his father. Dane Sullivan, the one and only.

C hapter Three
     
    “D-Dane...Hello.” I am a ball of clusterfuck right now.
    He look ed like he had stepped out of the pages of GQ, or Men's Health. He was wearing ripped and faded blue jeans, a tight black V-neck t-shirt, and his hair was still as I remember. Shaved so short it's almost non-existent. His eyes were blazing emerald green, and damn if I wasn’t clenching my damn thighs as I drank from his cup of gorgeous poison.
    “You look breathtaking, Riley,” he said, flashing his amazingly perfect teeth at me, the small dimples in his cheeks beckoned me to lick them. “It's been too long, can we talk?”
    He h eld out his palm and I didn’t even hesitate to put my hand in it, he led me away and I heard slightly muffled voices calling for me.
    The girls.
    I was sure they were going to give me shit for this one. But I’m curious as to why after ten years Dane as here and wanted to talk.
    The terrace was covered in the cool March air, and I was relieved when I stepped out feeling like I could finally breathe. He led me to a small table and pulled out a chair for me to sit, and I do, crossing one long leg over the other.
    “Damn, you're still so sexy.” He inhale d deeply when his eyes traveled up my body, gazing intently at me. “Come to bed with me.”
    I drop ped my jaw and I’ sure my eyes bulged out of their sockets at his audacious request. “You're kidding me.” I smirked, not believing what he had just said and how much nerve he had to even ask me. “What are you doing here, Dane?”
    “I'm still in Maine. My company is doing so well in Augusta, that I am constructing another building here.”
    “What company?” I ask ed, annoyed.
    “Don't you get the checks every month? It has my letterhead on the paper.” He smil ed and pulled his chair closer to mine.
    I lean ed in close to him and bit my lip. “Wanna know what I do with those, Dane? I rip them open, pull out the check and burn