Meant For Me (Blurred Lines) (Volume 4)
Language: English
Pages: 216
ISBN: 1505344549
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
A future gone off the rails… Since Ethan Walsh realized his fiancé was in love with another guy, his life has been spiraling out of control. He’s spent the last eighteen months drinking too much, hooking up with random girls, and flunking out of law school. When his sister Aubrey has a baby, he goes to visit her on the remote island off the coast of Maine, expecting it to be awkward. A past that haunts the present… What he isn’t expecting is Aubrey’s neighbor to be a beautiful and aloof blonde, Chloe, whose piano playing lulls him to sleep every night. He wants to talk to her, get to know her, kiss her. But Chloe doesn’t speak, and no one knows why. So Ethan makes it his mission to learn the truth and instead falls in love with her smile, her music, her notes and texts to him. Helping Chloe feel safe enough to open up is actually healing him, but what happens when the darkness of reality threatens to destroy their new life? And a love that doesn’t need words, only the heart…
again, but I felt compelled to lie to her. That’s what she wanted, what all girls seemed to want. The lie, the illusion that we hadn’t just had sex for the hell of having sex. They wanted to pretend it might mean something at some point, or at least that we were all so mature we could be friends with benefits instead of just strangers fucking in the dark. But her blue eyes bore into me. “I don’t think I want to see you again. They warned me about you, you know. That you’re emotionally
she is and you’re meant to be the way you are.” She sat up. “Are you into karma?” she asked, sounding like she would if she suspected me of believing that alien clowns in drag were set to take over the world. “I don’t think that statement can be classified as believing in karma. I don’t think an eye for an eye exists in that if I beat the crap out of my dog, later on a dog will attack me. But I think that we’re dealt what we’re dealt and we have to just deal.” “Easy for you to say.” She rolled
He was big and tattooed as a doorman should be but he wasn’t particularly threatening. “She’s never been to New York,” I told him mildly. “So I doubt you’ve ever seen her before.” For a second he just looked at me, then he nodded. “Have fun.” “Thanks.” We went inside, me leading Chloe by the hand. It was the typical dingy club vibe. Dark, the smell of liquor and sweat in the air. There were black lights strobing over the band on a small raised platform. The music was overwhelming, a crashing
stand. She gave me a look of disgust, but I noticed it didn’t stop her from leaning down and taking the shot and drinking it in one quick swallow. Positioning myself by the corner of the stage I leaned on a post and watched her. She moved nothing like Chloe. She sounded nothing like Chloe. If it weren’t for the obvious facial similarities it would be easy to say that they weren’t related. But I guess that was nature vs. nuture. Split up, they became totally different people, not the mirror that
I’ve ever seen you look so scared in your life.” “Lack of experience, what can I say? I feel like I made her cry.” “You didn’t make her cry. She’s hungry. See how her lips are trying to suck on nothing?” I eyed the baby. “Yeah, I guess.” Suddenly Aubrey pulled her tank top and did something to her bra and then her breast was just there, nipple and all, for a split second before the baby blocked it. “What the fuck are you doing?” I asked, horrified. “I’m feeding my baby.” Another eye roll. I