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Authors: Riann C. Miller
Meeting The Unpredictable
Copyright © 2016 by Riann C. Miller
First published in 2016.
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What happens when opposites attract?
TYLER BROOKER
has spent the last six years constructing his perfectly boring life, which is exactly the way he wants it. He spends his days hiding behind the protective walls he has so carefully built and has no intentions of changing...until he meets the unpredictable.
LENNIE JACOBS
is an intoxicating mess. She never stays anywhere long enough to form a solid relationship with anyone, including her family, because she has taught her fragile heart that love isn’t an option.
What started as a way to pass the time soon blossoms into something neither expected.
He was never meant to be permanent.
She can’t promise forever.
But, when life and love are on the line, everything changes.
Adult Contemporary Romance
Content Warning
Due to language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.
This book is dedicated to those who choose to fight, who choose to never give up.
AFTER SPENDING THE LAST SIX
days in my car, I’m at the last place I should be. I should walk away, but instead, I lift my hand and knock. Instantly, dread sets in. I shouldn’t be here. I know people. I have other places I could crash. Suddenly, I’m hoping like hell that she’s not home. I pick up my bag, ready to get the hell out of here, when the door opens.
“Lennie?”
I plaster on a smile. “Hey, sis.”
“You’re early.” My face falls with the knowledge that she’s been counting down the weeks until I would be forced to return.
“I’m in between jobs. I figured I could crash here for a while if that’s okay.”
“In between jobs or boyfriends?”
I laugh. “Both.” Jodi cracks a smile and opens her door.
“Thanks.” I dart past my sister, and instantly my eyes start taking in her picture perfect apartment. Nothing has changed since the last time I was here. “Fancy.”
Her tone changes. “Don’t start with me, Lennie.”
My sister is three years older than I am. She’s the stable one. She’s the daughter my parents brag about to their stuffy friends. We couldn’t be more opposite if we tried. Then again...I try.
“I can’t believe you’re already here.” I shrug and continue to take in her apartment. I would bet my life that she had someone come in and design this place. My next bet would be that no one other than our parents ever visit her.
“You think you can stay in one place for longer than a month?”
“You think you can go one week without wearing designer shoes?”
“Funny, I’m being serious,” she says dryly.
“So am I. I’ve seen how many pairs of shoes you own.”
Jodi rolls her eyes. “My guest room is down the hall. Second door on the left.”
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome, and Lennie?” I glance at my sister only to find a serious look cross her face. “It’s good to have you back, even if it’s not for long.”
More anxiety settles in the pit of my stomach as I slowly nod my head, because no matter what my sister says, it doesn’t feel good to be back.
I pick up my bag and make my way to her spare room. I’m not shocked to find it’s just as frilly as the rest of her apartment. I run my hand over the bedspread, wondering why she’d spend this much money on a room no one uses. Then again, this is exactly how we were raised.
I don’t spend my money on things that don’t matter. I drop to the bed, which is unbelievably comfortable. Who knows, maybe in my sister’s fucked up way of thinking, this room matters, but it doesn’t. I learned a long time ago that the things that matter in life never come with a price tag.
***
“CALL MY CELL IF YOU
need me. If I don’t answer and it’s important, call my secretary. She’ll be able to get ahold of me. I’ll be in court this afternoon, so please don’t call unless it’s necessary.”
“Got it. Call after two.”
Jodi stops fumbling with her purse and looks over at me. “I’m serious.”
I roll my eyes. “Has there ever been a day when you weren’t?”
“Funny. I’ll see you tonight.” Seconds later, she’s out the door, leaving me all alone to play with her stuff. Jodi is beyond a neat freak, and I’ve always taken enjoyment in messing with her. I wander to her closet and start mixing her casual and business clothing together. Immature? Absolutely, but she’ll expect nothing less.
I move to her DVD collection, and I can’t help but laugh. She has them in alphabetical order...well, she did. I lay down on her bed and pop in a movie. Three hours later, I wake up, sweaty and hungry.
After a quick shower and a change of clothing, my stomach growls. I open Jodi’s fridge, but nothing catches my eye. I move to the pantry where my hunger gets overlooked as I start removing the labels off everything I can find. We used to do this to our mother all the time when we were kids. I smile as I remember how different things once were.
Stop it, Lennie. You can’t go back now even if you wanted to.
I sigh, ready to give up my search for something to eat, when I spot a box of blueberry muffin mix.
Muffins. I freaking love muffins. I grab the box and walk back into the kitchen. I find a mixing bowl and start looking around her high-tech oven.
“Geez. Jodi...can’t anything in your life just be simple?” I huff to myself. I have no idea how to turn this damn thing on, but I’m not about to give up on my mission for muffins.
