Fall To Pieces: Broken #2 (The Broken Series) Read Online Free PDF

southerners. This amount of snow and ice was alien to us.
    I pulled my old green coat around myself tightly. 
    “You looking for someone?” 
    My heart stopped, and then kick started in my chest, hammering furiously against my ribs.
    I swung around slowly, trying to quell the sudden and extreme burst of emotion charging through me from the sound of his voice.
    It did no good though; the moment our eyes locked I was a mess. A vicious tremor rolled through my body.
    I thought over a month away would prepare me, make me somewhat immune, but no, I was still every bit affected by him.
    Kyle stood at the back door, legs parted, cheeks flushed from the cold.
    He looked every inch as handsome as I remembered; more, dressed in gray sweat pants and a blue hoodie. His sharp blue eyes were focused on me, and his dark hair was hidden under a gray beanie hat.
    I briefly wondered how he could stand the cold, wearing only a hoodie. It wasn’t exactly warm in Boulder during the month of February, but my thoughts were interrupted by the sight of what Kyle was holding.
    In his left hand was a leash, connecting to the collar of my dog.
    My eyes darted back to Kyle’s face and I clasped my hands together, in a bid to ease the trembling.
    He tilted his head to the side, eyes locked on mine, burning me. “Hey, baby.”
    His voice was like melted chocolate to a fat kid. And I was a fat kid, and he was my cake.
    Dangerous cake . I needed to remember that, but all the anger I’d been feeling on the drive home had evaporated, and all I was left with was an uncomfortable ball of nerves in my belly. Well, that and some serious appreciation for the sheer beauty of him.
    Stop thinking like that, stupid.
    “Hi,” I replied meekly.
    Bruno whined as he pulled on the collar, trying to drag Kyle towards me, but Kyle held him back, his eyes never leaving mine.
    I frowned.
    Since when did those two get along? The last time I’d seen those two together , Kyle had been getting the ‘I want to use your ankle as a chew toy’ scowl from my dog. Obviously things had changed around here.
    Kyle crouched down beside Bruno, wrapping an arm around his neck affectionately.
    “I know you’re excited to see her, boy,” he said to the dog, petting him. “So am I. But we gotta be careful with her, she’s growing my baby in that belly of hers.”
    My breath caught and I turned away from him quickly to wipe the tears from my eyes.
    How could he do it so easily? Rip down my defenses and tear my heart open with words.
    “So, you and Bruno are walking buddies now?” I asked, when speaking became manageable. My voice was thick with emotion, betraying the lightness of my question.
    Kyle smiled crookedly, his eyes twinkling as he stood up and stretched. “Yeah, he’s kinda growing on me.”
    The dimple in his cheek deepened, softening his masculine features, making him look more his twenty-two years.
    Jesus, he was so attractive. I hoped the baby inherited those dimples.
    Turning around, Kyle slid the patio open the door open and nudged Bruno inside, while I averted my eyes from checking out his tight little butt in those sweats.
    Oh, I was so doomed .
    Closing the door on Bruno, he strode toward me, not stopping until his sneakers brushed against mine.
    I tried to take a step back, but I couldn’t move a muscle. All I could do, was stare up at the man my heart and soul were screaming out for, but my brain distrusted so vehemently.
    His gaze swept over me lazily, and it took every piece of my self-control to stand there and let him. His searing appraisal of my body affected me no end.
    “You’re back,” he stated, looking me over once more, his eyes lingering on my midsection for a moment, before returning to my face.
    I let out a breath and nodded. “I’m back.”
    “You look good, Lee.”
    I hovered awkwardly. So we were going to make small talk? I could make small talk.
    “Thanks,” I said, twiddling my fingers nervously. “But we both know that’s not