The Reclamation (The Club Trilogy Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

and I were going at it like upside-down-intertwined-X-rated- Cirque-du-Soleil performers a couple hours ago—and let me just say an enthusiastic woot woot and a hearty hellz yeah in fond memory of that acrobatic deliciousness—this is by far the most comfortable and confident I’ve seen Jonas since we discovered my ransacked apartment earlier today.
    “Hey,” Josh says, putting down his duffel bag and bro-hugging Jonas. “Well, hello, Sarah Cruz.” He embraces me next. “Fancy meeting you here.”
    “Get used to it,” Jonas says. He winks at me and I smile back. Jonas has made it abundantly clear he’s elated I’m here, regardless of the circumstances.
    “So what the hell’s going on?” Josh asks, concern unfurling across his face.
    In all the chaos of our return from Belize, Jonas hasn’t yet told Josh what’s happened. And, damn, there’s a lot to tell him—not the least of which is how Jonas applied to this depraved thing called The Club, and, oh yeah, how Sarah worked for said depraved club, and oh yeah, how we’ve recently discovered it’s just a global brothel, and, hey, guess what, the bastards just ransacked Sarah’s and Kat’s apartments and stole their computers. All Jonas said over the phone to Josh was “I need you” and Josh hopped a plane, no questions asked. But now it’s time for details.
    Jonas moans. “It’s so fucked up, man.”
    Josh sits down on the couch, his face etched with anxiety. “Tell me.”
    Jonas sits down next to him, sighing like he doesn’t know where to begin. He runs his hand through his hair and exhales loudly.
    I don’t blame Jonas for feeling overwhelmed—he’s got a helluva lot of ground to cover. But before Jonas begins speaking, Kat comes out of the bathroom and strides into the room like she owns the place. Josh glances toward her movement, and then away, and then does a double take worthy of Bugs Bunny. The man might as well be shouting “bawooooooga!” at the sight of her while his eyeballs telescope in and out of his head.
    I would have thought Mr. Parties-with-Justin-Timberlake would have a bit more game than a cartoon rabbit—but, no, apparently not. Silly me, I should have known no mortal man, whether he has celebrity friends or not, can play it cool upon first beholding the golden loveliness of Katherine “Kat” Morgan. The woman is every teenage-boy’s fantasy sprung to life—the tomboy-girl-next-door who goes off to college and comes back home a gorgeous and curvy and vivacious movie star (except, of course, that Kat works in PR). Why would Josh, unlike so many before him, be immune to Kat’s special blend of charm, beauty and charisma?
    Kat sashays right up to Josh like he flew to Seattle just to see her.
    “I’m Kat—Sarah’s best friend.” She puts out her hand.
    Josh smiles broadly. “Josh.” He shakes her hand with mock politeness. “Jonas’ brother.” I can feel the electricity between them from ten feet away.
    “I know,” she says. “I read the article.” She motions to the business magazine on the coffee table, the one with Jonas and Josh on the cover wearing their tailored suits. “I sure hope you’re more complicated than that article makes you out to be.”
    Josh looks at Jonas for an explanation, but Jonas shrugs.
    “If the article is to be believed,” Kat explains, “Jonas is the ‘enigmatic loner-investment-wunderkind’ twin—and you’re just the simple playboy .”
    Josh laughs. “That’s what the article said?”
    “In so many words.”
    “Hmm.” He smirks. “Interesting. And if someone were writing a magazine article about you, what gross over-simplification would they use?”
    Kat thinks for a minute. “I’d be ‘a party girl with a heart of gold.’” She shoots me a snarky look—that’s the phrase I always use to describe her.
    Josh smiles broadly. “How come I only get a one-word description—playboy—and you get a whole phrase?”
    Kat shrugs. “Okay, party girl,