Moonlight Kin 2: Aidan's Mate (Mid-Length Novel) Read Online Free PDF Page A

Breakbend Gazette had pride of place on the main drag, between a diner and a jewelry shop. She spotted a car pulling out of a space in front of the paper and quickly slid the Rover into the vacated spot.
    Jenna checked her appearance in the rearview mirror. If she’d been going for the deranged lion with mascara issues look, she’d be set. Unfortunately, she’d been going for ‘urban professional’, which wasn’t going to happen today. On the bright side, at least she’d stopped sweating.
    She fixed her face the best she could and rearranged her hair to hide the cut above her eyebrow, then killed the engine. Jenna took a deep breath, then climbed out of the SUV. A bell clanged as she pushed the door open to the Breakbend Gazette.
    A receptionist sat near the entrance, filing her nails. Her orange floral print dress accentuated her wide hips and generous belly, while leaching color from her peachy complexion. A brown bob haircut stopped at her jawline, exposing her double chins.
    Her strategic position guarded the spattering of worn desks beyond. Most were empty, but a few still held what Jenna assumed were reporters. They varied in age from pimple-faced to geriatric.
    Jenna approached her desk.
    The receptionist wrinkled her nose. “Can I help you?”
    Jenna straightened the front of her sweat-stained shirt and brushed a stray curl behind her ear. The woman’s gaze shot to the bruised cut by her eyebrow.
    “I had an accident,” Jenna said.
    The woman’s gaze softened. “I understand.”
    No, she didn’t. No one could comprehend the hell Jenna had gone through these past three months.
    “Mr. Welling is expecting me.”
    “Name?” she asked.
    “Jenna Dane.”
    The receptionist’s eyes widened and her face transformed once more. “I’m Molly. Molly Jones.” She held out her hand. “Nice to meet you. Welcome to the Breakbend Gazette,” she said, then swiveled her chair around and shouted toward a closed office door at the back of the small space. “Paul! Jenna’s here.”
    The door flew open, hitting the wall with a loud bang. “Molly how many times have I told you not to shout for me? It’s unprofessional. Why do you think I installed that fancy phone system?” The closer Paul Welling got, the more rumpled he appeared. His suit had been new…in the seventies, along with his haircut.
    Jenna stepped forward to introduce herself.
    “It’s about time you got here.” He ignored her outstretched hand.
    “Sorry.” Jenna dropped her arm. “I had car trouble.”
    “Nice car.” Molly stared at the Range Rover, a devilish gleam in her eye. “Wish I had that kind of trouble.”
    So it was going to be like that , Jenna thought. Her lips thinned, but she didn’t say anything to Molly. She couldn’t afford to lose this job.
    Reporting for the Gazette was her big chance—her last chance to earn enough money to hire an attorney to fight Ethan.
    “It’s not mine,” Jenna said.
    “Whose is it?” Paul’s brown eyes narrowed. “I was under the impression that you were new to the area. If I find out that you’re lying to me, then you’re fired.”
    “I’m not. I’ve never been to Breakbend.” She’d never even heard of the town before answering the ad. “I broke down near the Fortier estate. A man named Aidan loaned me the SUV, until I can get my car repaired.”
    Molly gasped. Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and stared at Jenna.
    She flustered. “What?”
    “Aidan Fortier?” Molly asked.
    “I don’t know,” Jenna said. “I didn’t catch his last name.”
    “Who else could it be?” Molly asked Paul.
    “There’s only one Aidan in the area,” he said.
    Molly shook her head. “I can’t believe he let you inside the estate.”
    Jenna was confused. “Why wouldn’t he?”
    Molly glared at her. “He never lets anyone in, aside from his employees. He’s very secretive.”
    Maybe no one had tried sitting in front of his gate and refusing to move. Jenna almost smiled