Seeking Me To Find You (Finding You Series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

Goodness gravy. I don’t have the time or patience to step into that ring again. I’m dragging. Sleep eluded me last night. I always get nervous performing and tonight is the night. Since Nate came down so late last night, we didn’t have the opportunity to get through a third of the set we will be performing. Since Nate is a caffeine addict, he decided to run down to the coffee shop a couple blocks away to get his fix. I never thought about getting a coffee maker since all I drink is loose, hot tea.
    I need to get this song. It’s a soulful cover of a song expressing getting lost in a romantic moment, with two individuals trying to determine if just a kiss could determine forever, both grasping with feelings never experienced before. Man, his touch. All of the sudden I’m imagining myself licking Jackson Kavanaugh like a yummy popsicle. I thought it was kind of sexy that he was trying to hide the tent forming in his running shorts. I wonder how his kisses would feel trailing along that sensitive line that runs from the curvature of my neck down to the pool that he created with just one touch. Snap out of it Grace. Oh and that poor dog. His sweet eyes were pleading with me just to love him. What I wouldn’t give to see the same pleading in the eyes of his owner.
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    “Gracie! Grace, where are you beautiful?” Nate bounds through my door with a mammoth coffee and my favorite, chocolate chip cheesecake muffins. Stopping suddenly with a concerned look he says. “Are you getting sick because of worrying about singing tonight? You are flushed and seem out of sorts.”
    “I had an unexpected visitor come to my back patio this morning.”
    Walking quickly to the back door and peering out the blinds, he made sure the door was locked. “What kind of unexpected visitor?”
    “A very cute dog along with his very cute owner.” I start feeling the warmth spread again.
    “I don’t know why you are all smiley-smiley and lovey-dovey because a complete stranger came a rapping at your back door. Damn it, Grace! Please tell me you didn’t open the door.”
    Looking like a kid that was caught with its hand in the cookie jar, I whispered, “Yes”.
    “Please tell me that you didn’t let a complete stranger with a flea-riddled mutt in this house,” he groaned.
    “Yes and no,” I say with my best Gracie smile.
    “Damn it, Grace! I knew this was going to happen. You are way too trusting. Do you remember when you were working at the mall and that guy asked you what kind of shoes you were wearing? He asked to see your shoe. You never once thought it was weird until he grabbed your foot and started massaging it. Normal guys don’t care about women’s shoes unless they have a creepy fetish. How about the time when a father of a student pulled into the driveway, blocking your car with his? He told you that he just wanted to talk about his son’s history project. After that, he started showing up at track practice even though his kid was not on track. And the time –”
    “I get it.”
    “Grace, a psycho killer is going to lure you into his grasp with the help of his puppy. Don’t you watch those most wanted TV shows where the serial killer entices little girls into his car because his puppy is lost?”
    “I’m not a little girl. Nate, I just turned twenty-five. See, this is the problem and why I moved out. I need my own independence to learn from the mistakes that I am going to make. Why was it okay for me to be alone when I lived with you and the band in LA but not okay for me to be alone here?”
    “I had eyes there Grace. I knew you were safe.”
    Shoving my hand through my hair, I started shaking with fury. “What eyes did you have, Nathan? How could you be sure I was safe when you were sometimes thousands of miles away? Don’t lie to me because your left ear does this weird twitching thing when you do.”
    Nate turns away and throws himself on the sofa. Lying so I can only see the back of his head, he holds up his