Someone To Love (Someone to Love Series Book 1) by Addison Moore

Author:Addison Moore [Moore, Addison]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Skyscape
Published: 2013-10-28T16:00:00+00:00

Flowers. I give a little laugh as I stare down at the bouquet of bright-red roses I picked up from the florist. I wanted it to look special, not like I swiped it out of a plastic bucket off a street corner, so the florist peppered in a bunch of baby’s breath, and it looks like a song came to life right here in my hand.

I tried to text Kenny to see where she’s at, but she didn’t answer. I figured I’d hit a few of the usual haunts before waiting it out at home. I’m amped and ready to tell her how I feel—that she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid on eyes on, that her inner beauty outshines the stars, the moon—makes them look like amateur hour when it comes to phosphorescence. Then I’m going to say it. I’m going to say those three little words I haven’t uttered in so long—and for the first time ever, I’m finally going to mean them.

The Beemer is parked right outside Starbucks, amassing snow an inch deep over the windshield, so she must have been here a good long while.

I park and brace myself before getting out of the car—hell, before imparting such a life-changing statement. Everything about the two of us will change in that very moment. She’ll either say it right back or laugh in my face.

A flurry of snow greets me as I make my way inside. The flowers feel foreign in my hand, like I’ve donned a costume and this is just some prop. It doesn’t feel real. My heart drums out a vicious beat as I pan the establishment. I spot Ally behind the counter, and her jaw drops. I tick a quick hello before scouring the crowd and spot Kenny off in the back.

My stomach bottoms out.

Kenny has her arms wrapped around the waist of a familiar looking, bald-headed bastard—Cal.

She belts out a laugh and her neck arches with pleasure in a way I thought it only did for me.

Looks like Kenny is taking the game to a whole new level—flying solo with Cal, of all people. And here I didn’t think she had it in her, that she secretly may have wanted only me.

A little girl walks in with her mother. Her long hair, those large brown eyes with the slight look of hurt in them remind me an awful lot of Molly.

“These are for you.” I hand her the flowers and dart back to the truck.

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