Temptation, The Complete Serial Series 1-4 (The Temptation Serial Series) Read Online Free PDF

back I thought of revealing it to her, but thought better of it. I didn’t want her to resent me. I wanted her to cling to me.
    She had never cheated on a man she dated. Brooklyn was virtuous, though she was temptation incarnate. She was my sweet paradox.
    Morgan’s hands shook, rattling the paper, as she read the note I’d left for her friend. And mine trembled, wanting to strangle her for invading our privacy.
    She’d better give Brooklyn the gifts. Brooklyn had angered me. I only meant to visit her at Shane’s house, but his alarm sounded and I was afraid the behemoth might shoot me. Instead of inviting me in, they closed me out. They called the police for help, as though I were some sort of criminal.
    And then she ran. And she didn’t just run across the city or state, she hopped on a plane and flew across the entire damn country. Didn’t she know how I felt about her? That I would keep her safe? Treasure her? Didn’t she know I loved her more than my own life?
    I had my father to thank for Brooklyn. Without his ties to prominent people and favors owed, I wouldn’t have gotten the job, wouldn’t have been put on the case, and wouldn’t have met Brooklyn. Now I couldn’t let anything jeopardize our relationship. This was fate.
    So I followed her. And I would keep following her until she saw for herself.
    I would never let her go.
     
    ***
     
    From my hotel room, which was just a floor above Brooklyn and Morgan’s, my fingers slid over the keys of the computer. I’d installed a program to track Brooklyn’s phone and saw that she was in New York, but was moving at a rapid clip.
    She was in a car on the freeway. At rush hour. Didn’t she know how dangerous that was? I watched the blip across the screen until the blip beeped twice and disappeared. She was gone.
    I rushed out the door, down the back staircase and down the seventeen flights of stairs to the ground floor. My shaking legs carried me to the front of the building where a line of cabs was parked, waiting for their next customer. It would be me. I had to find her, to make sure she was okay.
     
     

     
    Morgan might have known that losing the phones was necessary, but she still alternated between pouting and giving me the stink eye until we found a small convenience store that sold pre-paid cells. When Shane answered her call, he wasn’t exactly amused either. But in the end, he agreed that we did the right thing. She had a way of making him see the logic in almost anything. Morgan was his calm. I wondered if I would ever find mine.
    Riley ran a personal security firm now, one that he created to provide services specifically for the MMA Fighter crowd he and Shane already knew. Shane said he was talking to Manny about his staff and planned to go through the personnel files if Manny didn’t deck him for asking.
    “Why would he look there?” I asked, confused.
    Shane’s voice flooded the speakers of the tiny Toyota Corolla. “It might be someone close, since he was putting things in your locker room. It might not be, though. He could just be good at what he does. A friend of his is talking to a detective to see if anything sounds familiar. Stalkers tend to follow patterns.”
    I didn’t know much about stalkers, other than from my own experience, and Morgan had forbidden me from Google-ing it. She said she’d already done it and it would do nothing but scare me. Newsflash, Morg: I was already scared.
    Shane told us to be safe and to let him know what was going on and where we’d settled. I couldn’t help but wonder if telling him was safe for me. I just wanted Morgan to leave. I knew she’d dig her heels in, but damn it, I had to do this on my own.
    Two things were certain: I hated to run but was running, and I needed to learn how to shoot a gun again. Daddy taught me how to use a shotgun years ago, but I needed something light that I could carry with me. Pepper spray would only get me so far, and I didn’t plan on getting that close.
    Morgan