Breaking Free (Steele Ridge Book 5) by Adrienne Giordano

Author:Adrienne Giordano [Giordano, Adrienne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Steele Ridge LLC
Published: 2017-04-24T18:30:00+00:00

Hours later, Gage sat at the piano in his living room—Miss Joan’s living room actually. He was just the renter. Still, the place felt homey and warm and…comfortable. Like Miss Joan. In this house, there was no pressure. Here, he didn’t worry about all the things he should be doing for everyone else.

His sole purpose now revolved around tinkering with piano keys until he worked out the song in his head.

His mother had given piano lessons for years and had forced enough of them on him that he’d learned to read music and could actually put a song together. Memories of her yelling at him from the kitchen about wrong notes filled his mind and he couldn’t help smiling.

Life had been simpler back then. Before he’d grown into his feet and became the problem solver. The mediator between his sisters, the one who dealt with bullies at school and flat tires and bum tractor engines.

As much as he wanted to blame his father for putting the pressure on him, he couldn’t.

Like Micki, he understood the power of the mind. That tricky bastard could make one believe anything.

The doorbell rang and he glanced up. Spotted Micki standing in front of the glass plane.

God help him.

She’d been tearing at his thoughts since he left Tupelo Hill and that crazy family meeting. Hell, since she showed up two days ago. Considering the horny male he was, being alone with her in his house—in the house she grew up in—wouldn’t evolve into anything honorable.

Except, there she stood, peering through the glass, and he couldn’t leave her there. Not after what she’d been through today. Something brought her to his door and he might as well find out what.

He wanted this girl. Friendship with Reid be damned.

He met her gaze as he walked and something sparked in her hazel eyes. The rest of her features remained neutral. No smile, no tilt of her head, no expression at all.

Micki, Micki, Micki.

Without a doubt, she’d always keep him guessing.

He swung the door open and a blast of forty-five-degree air sent the hairs on his arms to full attention.

“Hi,” she said, her eyes raking over his T-shirt, gym shorts and bare feet.

He stepped back and waved her in. “Hi, yourself. Get out of the cold.”

Obviously once again unprepared for the weather, she wore a black jean jacket, a plaid scarf, black leggings, and a white gauzy shirt. The edge of the scarf hung across her chest landing—you guessed it—right above her tits and extremely protruding nipples.

When exactly had he gotten laid last?

Crap. Not a break to be had with this Steele bunch.

She stepped across his threshold, bringing the scent of fresh air and powder with her, and he reminded himself to keep his mitts to himself.

“Sorry to interrupt,” she said.

“No prob. You need a heavier jacket, though.”

“I realized that on the ride over.”

“You rode here?”

“I stole Jonah’s bike again.”

Gage laughed. “I hope you at least told him this time.”

“I did. I texted him after I left. Otherwise, they’d all argue over who was driving me because God forbid I should ride a bike five miles.

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