Heart Breaker (Break on Through) by Harper Kincaid

Author:Harper Kincaid [Kincaid, Harper]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Published: 2015-07-27T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Usually, I’m an early riser. Even as a teenager, I’d get up right with the sun, even on weekends. Jessica was the same as well, and we attributed the trait to our dyed-in-the-wool Protestant work ethic. Part of our blood and our DNA.

Which is why it came as a complete shock when I rolled over and the clock flashed ten thirty. Also, Kyle wasn’t next to me, the sheets cold to my touch indicating he had left them a while ago. My heart dropped to my stomach with a flash of grief, then anger.

“If that son-of-a-bitch took off on me twice,” I was muttering under my breath, “then I’m going to personally castrate him like the wayward bull he is!” Then I heard a clattering of dishes in the kitchen and realized Jess must be home. I scrambled out of bed and threw on some clean panties, a loose, comfy sweater and a pair of jeans. I couldn’t wait to talk to her, not only to find out about her night with Henry, but to have her help me plan the death of one Kyle Masterson.

I grabbed a hair tie and was walking through the house, threading it through the loop. “Jess,” I called out, “you will not buh-leeve what kind of fool your older sister is!” I turned the corner to hit the kitchen area, and standing there was not only my beautiful, early-rising sister, but also Kyle, along with Jackson and Lauren. They were all sitting around our breakfast table, drinking coffee and obviously having a grand ol’ morning.

“Well, good morning there, sunshine!” Lauren practically sang while Jackson gave a smile and a chin lift.

“If Mom and Dad could see you now, Samantha Grace, they’d be shocked! Sleepin’ ’til ten thirty,” Jess teased, taking a sip of her coffee, the mirth in her eyes peeking over the rim of her cup.

“Morning, honey.” Kyle sauntered out of his chair and right to me. “Sleep okay?” he asked, immediately cradling me in his sinewy muscled arms. He was wearing jeans with an almost threadbare concert T-shirt. Probably Jackson’s stuff, I thought while enjoying the feel of his embrace encircling me.

“You all right there, babe?”

“Yeah.” I nodded, my face planted in his chest. “I was being silly.”

His kissed the top of my head and gave me a squeeze. “You thought I had taken off.”

It wasn’t a question but a statement. I just nodded again, a surge of embarrassment coursing through me.

“Hey.” He took me by the shoulders. “Look at me, Sam.” I reluctantly gazed up, hating that he was going to see me teary-eyed.

“I don’t know when I became such a crybaby,” I muttered, taking in a shaky breath. “But yeah, I thought you had left again. I’m sorry I doubted you.”

He smoothed down my hair and beamed at me with a look of complete adoration on his face. God, please let him be falling for me as deep as I am for him, I prayed.

“We’re new, honey. And trust is earned over time.

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