Return of the Jerk (Sweet Life in Seattle, Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

eats some food from his bowl.
    The deadbolt is locked, the espresso machine and toaster unplugged.
    Blair sighs. She can hear Mr. Maurice crunching as she heads back into the bedroom.
    This time, she slips into bed beside Road and doesn’t get up. She doesn’t sleep, either. Road’s breathing is steady and deep. She wonders what he’s dreaming and then the memory of her own dream comes to her again, the erotic torment of him, but she pushes that from her thoughts.
    That’s the last thing I need to be thinking about right now.

BLAIR WAKES UP to an empty bed in the morning. Road didn’t touch her at all, and she knows this because she was awake all night trying not to think about him lying beside her.
    She takes a deep breath, his scent in her bedroom. On her sheets. Everywhere. Blair closes her eyes and forces her desire aside. It’s just lust. Road is hot and she hasn’t had sex in almost a year, so that’s why she’s feeling this way. So what if she’s carried a torch for him since eighth grade?
    I’m not in love with him anymore. That would make me an idiot, and I’m not an idiot.
    After her shower, she finds Road in the living room, relaxing on the couch with his computer. A mug of coffee rests at his side. To her relief, he’s dressed—jeans and a blue Henley.
    Blair is surprised he’s awake before her. Being a baker, she’s up early even on her days off, but then remembers Road has jet lag.
    “Made coffee for you,” he tells her as she wanders into the kitchen. “It’s in the fridge.”
    Her eyes widen. She opens the refrigerator and, sure enough, there’s a cold latte. She reaches for it and, after adding ice, takes it into the living room and sits in the chair opposite him. She brings her pen and notebook to start her daily list. She puts them on her phone, too, but likes to start on paper.
    “Thanks, that was nice of you.”
    “No problem.” He’s typing into his computer. Surprisingly, Mr. Maurice is sitting on the end of the couch near Road’s bare feet. “So, I noticed you like beige and white a lot, huh?” he asks, still typing.
    Blair glances around her condo. There isn’t much color, as she tends to be conservative with her decorating choices. “Yes, I do.”
    “You know, white is a funeral color in most parts of Asia.”
    She frowns. “What are you implying?”
    “Nothing.” He grins and glances over at her. “What time do you want to head over to Tori’s today?”
    Blair leans back into the chair, tapping her pen against her notebook. “I need to go into work for a few hours.” She’s meeting with Road and Tori’s younger half-sister, Kiki, who’s getting married in a few months. Blair is making the cake for her as a wedding present.
    Road seems distracted on his computer, but then looks up. “Can you give me a house key, so I’m not stuck here?”
    “No.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because you don’t need one. Today is your last day staying with me. I expect you to be gone by tomorrow.”
    He lets out a frustrated breath. “Look, I need to go out for a few hours, and I won’t be able to get back in without a key.”
    Blair picks up her latte and swirls the ice. She knows she’s being kind of a bitch. She thinks about how she ditched him for dinner last night and feels a slight pang of guilt.
    “Fine. I’ll give you my spare key, but I want it back when you leave.”
    “Need my car keys, too.”
    Blair stops swirling the ice in her glass and stares at him. “What are you talking about?”
    “Keys for Isadora, babe.”
    She blinks. “I’m not giving you her keys.”
    “Why’s that?”
    “Because she’s mine.”
    Road chuckles. “Don’t think so. And I need a car to get around.”
    “I still have dry cleaning in the back of Isadora,” she lies. “You can take my Honda instead.”
    Road’s eyes narrow at this, but then his phone starts playing Reggae music. When he sees who’s calling, he sighs and answers it. “Hey, what’s up?” Road closes his