Coming Home (Only Time Will Tell #1) Read Online Free PDF

he here? My plan to avoid him is swan diving out the window right now.
    “Kyle, what do you want? You’re not telling me that you searched my address out and brought me breakfast just for the fun of it.”
    He starts spinning the cup like he did the beer bottle last night, staring at it intently as if it will give him the answers. “Seriously, I was out running, was close by and thought you might need it.”
    “And you didn't think I might need some sleep, too?” I ask after checking the clock on my iPod docking station to see it's only eight-fifteen.
    “I didn't really think about the time,” he mumbles.
    “Are you done?” I ask, pointing to the coffee cup. He nods and hands it over, my fingers brushing his slightly but causing an electric bolt straight up my arm. My hands start to shake as I grab my cup and throw them both in the trash.
    This is starting to feel a bit awkward. I have no idea what to say to him now. I don't really know him anymore.
    Taking my seat beside him, I think of something that’s common ground. “How do you know Ryan?”
    Kyle releases a huge breath that makes his cheeks puff out. “Through Nadine, he was her plus one at an event my Uncle threw and we both got talking. He's a good guy, we have a lot in common.”
    “That's nice. How did he know where she'd be last night? It was really sweet that he surprised her.”
    “Me,” he says as he splays his hands on the island, pushing them forward and stretching them out. “Ryan had text me earlier in the day, asking me to find out what she had planned for the night. That’s why I came up to, ‘see my Uncle,’ then he asked me to tag along because he didn't think he could handle you two ‘drunken idiots’…His words not mine.”
    “I'm sure your Uncle would love to know that you had no interest in seeing him,” I laugh as I watch him sit back up straight.
    Okay, I've realized that I've been unable to take my eyes off of him. It's been too long, and I can’t help hating myself for doing it, either.
    “You okay?” he asks, snapping me out of it when I realize I've been caught out.
    I nod my head and give him a tight lipped smile, “Mmm hmm.”
    “You seem spaced out. You sure?”
    “Yeah I'm good. Anyway, thanks for breakfast, but I have things to do today.”
    He frowns at me then shakes his head like he can't believe that I'm actually trying to get rid of him. He's probably not used to a woman doing this, not if they’re all competing for his attention. I smile again, trying to act normal. “Can you make sure the door is locked, don't want every waif and stray coming in.” I say heading towards the bedroom.
    As I walk past him, I hear the creak of the stool so I know he's gotten up, but I assume he's leaving. I was not expecting him to grab me by the elbow—again.
    “Really? You’re just going to carry on with this?” he almost shouts.
    I look at his hand then at his face confused, and really kind of speechless. “Getting dressed?” I stutter.
    “No,” he grits out through his teeth. “This,” as he’s waves his free hand between the both of us.
    I try and play dumb, content with carrying on like we have. “I really have no idea what you’re talking about.”
    Kyle practically grimaces when he says, “You sounded so British when you said that, makes me feel like I don't know you.”
    My heart is now beating ten times faster than it was this morning. I can feel the blood pumping through my head. “What? Do you want me to act like we used to? You’re the one who’s met me, ‘briefly.’ You’re the one who can’t even acknowledge who I am. I mean nothing to you, so why would I jump back in to your arms?”
    “Bullshit!” He shouts, releasing my arm and running his hands through his sweaty, messy hair. “That's complete bullshit C.J., and you know it.”
    Tears start to prick at my eyes; it’s like reigning in fireballs. “Explain to me, how is that bullshit? You could have said something to me yesterday