Landon (In Safe Hands Book 1) by S.M. Shade

Author:S.M. Shade [Shade, S.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-07-13T21:00:00+00:00

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Another week passes without a word from Landon. Disappointed just doesn’t begin to describe how I feel. It’s not like we had a long relationship—or any relationship—but it seems I fell for him anyway. I’ve been trying to push it away, the empty feeling every time I check my phone and he hasn’t called or messaged.

All those sweet words, his talk of wanting a relationship was just so much bullshit. If he just wanted to get me into bed for a little fun, he could’ve been honest, and I’d have probably went along. I can’t imagine there are many women who wouldn’t. Maybe that was the problem? We fucked our brains out the last couple days we spent together, and I thought the sex was great, but maybe he didn’t. Maybe I suck in bed and no one ever told me.

“That’s ridiculous!” Frannie exclaims when I tell her. “You don’t suck in bed.”

“You don’t know that,” I argue, grabbing a soft drink from her fridge. “Are you still seeing Jeremy?”

“We get together to fuck once in a while. Nothing serious, you know.” Her eyebrow rises as she asks, “Do you want me to ask him what Landon’s problem is?”

“No. Absolutely not. I’m not chasing a guy who isn’t interested, and if he’s seeing someone else I really don’t want to know.” I flop down at the kitchen table across from her.

Her gaze goes from surprised to sympathetic. “You really like him.”

“I guess I did.”

“Do you love him?”

“No!” I reply, too vehemently to be credible. “We were only dating a week or so.”

“You were only officially dating a week. You were spending a ton of time together for months.” I shake my head, but she grins. “Holy shit, you love him.”

“Do not.” Yeah, that didn’t sound immature. Fortunately, my phone rings with a call from the realtor, saving me from the conversation.

Frannie wanders into the other room while I answer, but comes rushing back at the sound of my squeal. “What happened?”

“We got the house! I can pick up the keys tomorrow!” Frannie grabs me in a tight hug and we jump around the kitchen.

“We’re going out tonight to celebrate,” she insists. “No excuses. It’s Saturday night, you don’t have class tomorrow. We’re getting trashed.”

“No arguments here. I can start packing up the apartment tomorrow.”

“I’m so happy for you!” Frannie squeals and we hug again.

Ethan is thrilled with the news and promises to get his friends to help us move. I have an urge to call Landon to share my good news, but I resist. He wanted us to move out of that neighborhood, but I doubt he’d give a shit now.

Oh well. Fuck him. I just bought a new house and I’m shopping for a new car. My tuition is paid up, my schoolwork is caught up, and I’m less stressed than I can ever remember being. Frannie is right. It’s time to go out and celebrate.

Frannie and I arrive at the club just as things are heating up.

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