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Authors: J. L. Berg

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Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Blank Page

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twleve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Epilogue

Back Matter

Ready for You

J.L. Berg

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Copyright © 2014 by J.L. Berg

All rights reserved.
 

Cover designed by Sarah Hansen at
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Cover Photography by Kelsey Keeton
 

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No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the author, except
for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
 

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Dedication

For my parents.

Thank you for showing me that even though love isn’t always easy, it is well worth the fight.
 

I love you.

P.S. Thank you Dad for not reading any of my racy books.
 
Please continue this policy in the future!

Prologue

~Garrett~

Eight Years Ago

All I could see was blue and white. It stretched out beyond my field of vision, encompassing the grassy terrain completely, as if the entire football field had exploded into a sea of satin.
 

I was a high school graduate—finally.
 

Proud parents hugged their sons or daughters, congratulating their success with wishes for bright, happy futures. My fellow graduates had banded together, standing united on that vast green grass, feeling proud and utterly relieved. We had finally made it. Twelve years were behind us, and we had nothing but endless possibilities in our future. I smiled at the thought. There was only one person I wanted in my future, both imminently and permanently.
 

As my parents took what was probably the hundredth picture, I saw her. Chocolate-brown hair tumbled down her back, contrasting against the stark white robe she wore. When her gaze turned upward, our eyes locked briefly from across the field, and she smiled.
 

Mia Emerson.
My Mia.
 

She’d been the first girl I noticed freshman year and the only girl I’d paid attention to since. She was my world, and I couldn’t wait to spend the rest of my life with her. It wasn’t exactly the life our parents had imagined for us, and I knew they would disagree with the plans we’d made, but everything would work out. With Mia by my side, everything would always work out.
 

Tomorrow was the beginning of us.
 

With slight hesitation, she shyly walked up to my large group of family members laughing and talking loudly. She was always a bit timid around my parents even though she had no reason to be. My mother and father adored her, and nothing would change that, not even the bomb we were about to drop tomorrow morning.
 

“Mia!” my mom said, greeting her enthusiastically, while pulling her into a tight hug. “Congratulations, my dear!”
 

“Thank you, Mrs. Finnegan.”

“How many times do I have to tell you, sweetheart? There’s no Mrs. Finnegan around here. You can call me Mom or Laura.”
 

Mia gave her a sweet smile and nodded.
 

Mia hadn’t known how to react to my family the first time she met them. Her family was vastly different. They loved her in their own way, but hugs and feelings were never easy to come by in the Emerson household. Mia came from wealth, and her family did things a certain way. My touchy-feely, middle-income family looked like
The Beverly Hillbillies
compared to hers, especially her mother.

“Garrett, put your arm around Mia. I need a quick picture!” Mom said, holding her digital camera up once again.
 

My father chuckled, giving my mom a squeeze, as she held the camera and waited for us to pose. My mouth curled into a grin, and I wrapped my arm around Mia’s waist. I knew when my mom had said
picture
, she really meant we would be here for an eternity. Laura Finnegan was unable to take just one picture. I didn’t mind. Mom clicked away as we smiled and laughed. I’d gladly hold Mia in my arms forever.
 

“Okay, okay, Mom! I think that’s enough! He’s going to break the camera!” my older sister, Clare, joked from behind us.
 

I turned around and gave her a stern look, and she laughed. Her giant basketball stomach bounced up and down as she turned her head to shield her laughter. If she got any bigger, I swore she was going to deliver an entire litter of babies and not just the one she’d kept telling me was in there. Her husband, Ethan, bent down to place a tender kiss on her round stomach. My big sister was going to be a mother. That freaked me out a little. I spent a moment too long staring at her stomach, wondering—

“Hey, I’ve got to meet my parents for dinner. Pick me up later?” Mia said suddenly, bringing me out of my wayward thoughts.
 

Her brilliant teal-blue eyes found mine, and I nodded, pulling her closer.
 

“I’ll be there,” I promised before bending down to kiss her softly.
 

Our kiss lingered a bit before she got embarrassed, giggling and pushing away. My parents already knew we were head over heels in love.
Did she really think I was going to keep my hands off just because my mom was around?
 

Mia shot me a sly grin, promising retribution that I was sure to enjoy later, and then I watched her walk away, disappearing into the crowd of blue and white satin.
 

Had I known this would be the last time I saw her, I would have never let her go.
 

I would have fought for her. I would have done something, anything.
 

I would have done anything, except stand there and watch her disappear…forever.
 

Chapter One

~Garrett~

I gasped, desperately seeking air, as I tried clawing my way back to reality. Oxygen filled my airways too quickly and burned a fiery path to my overworked lungs. I felt myself gripping, holding on…trying not to let go.
 

Don’t let her go. Not again. Come back, Mia. Come back!
 

My eyes flew open, and I found myself back in my cramped, lifeless bedroom, back in the present.
 

Back to hell.
 

I couldn’t count the number of times I’d relived that day. I would relive what had started out as a perfect day in my past, and I’d wake back up to the hell that had become my life. It was like some sick, twisted curse I’d been given to remind me just how fucked-up fate could be.
 

The sheets felt cold against my sweat-slicked body, and my heart rate was still racing a marathon. A marathon I never won.
 
Night after night, I’d awake from the same nightmare, my heart racing as I tried, over and over, to change history through my dreams.
 

Good luck, buddy.
 

I’d given up on that hope years ago. Sitting up, I ran my hands over my face and tried to calm my nerves. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught the glint of a mostly empty bottle of tequila sitting on my nightstand. Looking through my hands, which were still covering my face, I saw the bra first, then the dress, and finally the heels. They were all scattered among my own clothes on the floor.
 

My head began to pound like a drum as I slowly pieced together the night before, remembering the copious amounts of alcohol I’d consumed. I’d wandered into a bar after another long day at work, and there was a woman.
 

Sarah or Sierra?
It didn’t matter.
 

I’d told her she was beautiful and offered to buy her a drink. She’d laughed at my lame jokes, throwing her head back with enthusiasm, while resting her hand on my thigh. Her laugh had been all wrong—high-pitched and too bubbly. But nothing ever was right. I’d bought her another drink, and finally, I’d followed it up by asking if she would like to have a third one—back at my place.
 

Shit.
 

Running my hands through my disheveled dark hair, I slowly turned to my right, and there she was—the owner of the dress.
 

Siena or Samantha?
 

Sadie?
 

I had no clue.
 

I was not a player. I wasn’t one of those guys who would bring a different woman home every night and brag about it to his coworkers the next day. I didn’t have notches on my bedpost, and I actually really hated the one-night stand routine. But I wasn’t a saint, and sometimes, the solitude and quiet of being alone would get to be too much, overwhelming me to the point where I would become so weighed down by it that I thought I might drown. That was when I would end up here—with a nameless woman and a fucking mess to clean up.
 

She really was beautiful though.
 

I’m a giant asshole.
 

“Hey—” I started but stopped short, remembering I had no idea what to call her.

She stirred a bit, stretching like a cat, which made the sheet draped over her fall away to expose her naked body. I turned away.
 

“Oh.” She giggled a bit. “Good morning, Adam,” she nearly purred.
 

Adam, huh?
I never gave my real name, but I hadn’t ever used that one before.
 

She reached out, searching with her fingers, but I jumped off the bed before she could touch me. I was sober. There would be no touching now. I threw on my clothes and began running around to pick up hers. Once that was done, I risked turning around.
 

Sitting up now but using the sheet to cover herself, she had that look. It was the same look they would all give me when I did this one-eighty routine. Her eyes darted around the room, and the confidence from her good-morning purr was now replaced with insecurity and awkwardness.
 

“Am I missing something? I thought we had a good time last night,” she said quietly.
 

I huffed out a breath. “We did,” I said even though I didn’t remember any of it. “But you need to go. I’m sorry.”

She nodded silently, and I tried to ignore the sight of her lip quivering as I put her clothes on the bed before walking out.
 

My apartment was small, bordering on claustrophobic, and it took exactly five steps to reach my kitchen from my bedroom. If I were to give someone a tour, it would last about ten seconds. I had one solitary bedroom, and it was barely big enough to fit my bed, nightstand, and dresser. There was one bathroom, and the kitchen and living room bled into each other so much that they were really considered one entity. To complete the bachelor pad, I had a small kitchen table that most people would probably consider more of a card table.
 

My sister, Clare, hated this apartment. She would refuse to use the bathroom because it was too close to the couch, and she felt like people could hear her pee. She’d said the word
pee
in a hushed tone, like it was a bad word. I’d tried not to laugh, but she was kind of ridiculous. Also, she was right. We could hear her pee, but I wasn’t about to tell her that. She would make me move.
 

After visiting for probably the tenth time and still refusing to use my bathroom, she had finally asked,
Why do you live in such a shithole, Garrett?

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