Piece by Piece (Riggins Brothers #2) Read Online Kaylee Ryan

Categories Genre: Billionaire, Insta-Love, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Riggins Brothers Series by Kaylee Ryan

Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)

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Piece by Piece (Riggins Brothers #2)

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Kaylee Ryan

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Owen Riggins is too good to be true. The best things in life usually are. He’s good looking, generous and interested in me. Too bad someone like him and someone like me aren’t’ meant to be together.
He’s used to the best things in life, and I’ve grown up with the worst. Building a better life means working hard and staying on track, not falling for some sexy suit with a brooding stare who is just passing through.
Life has taught me not to trust, and even though I want him more than anything, I don’t need his charity or his love…

When a friend sends me to Florida to scout out a hotel, it’s the gorgeous waitress with a shy smile and worn-out shoes I can’t take my eyes off of.
Layla Massey is quiet, beautiful, and in need of a little help- even if she won’t admit it. A generous tip was meant to buy her some suitable shoes, not to buy her love. I want to earn that all on my own.
I’m used to women throwing themselves at me, the name, the money… but she wants neither. It makes me want her all the more.
Little by little, she opens up and piece by piece, she’s taking my heart.
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Chapter 1


Glancing at the clock, I see it’s almost closing time. I usually don’t mind the late-night weekend shifts. Tonight, however, has been a nonstop flow, and my feet are killing me. I know it’s my shoes; they’re a couple of years old, and I wear them every day that I work, which with all the extra shifts I take is a lot. Unfortunately, new shoes are not in the budget. Besides, the tips are always better on the weekends and especially at night. The more they drink, the more they tip. I live paycheck to paycheck, so every dollar counts.

“Layla, VIP suite, a party of one,” my coworker, Oliver, calls out for me.

I sigh. He knows damn well it’s his turn, but I bite my tongue, grabbing a menu and a glass of water and head that way. The VIP suite is always good for tips. It’s a small room of only ten tables that are spread out far enough to enjoy private conversations. I’ve seen more proposals in that room than I can count. My guess is since it’s a party of one, Oliver didn’t feel it was worth his time. He’s living on Mommy and Daddy’s dime while in college. He’s only here to appease them. That’s not me making things up—he himself will tell you. I, on the other hand, do not have the luxury of being that choosy. I take all the tables I can get.

The VIP suite is empty with the exception of a single man sitting with his head down, staring at the phone in his hands. “Welcome to the Emerald Entrée. My name is Layla. I’ll be your server tonight. Can I start you off with something to drink?” I ask him. I set the glass of water on a coaster and place his menu on the table. Grabbing my order pad and pen out of my apron, I wait patiently for him to look up at me.

“What do you suggest?” he asks, still looking at his phone.

His voice is deep and sexy. He’s in a business suit, but he’s removed his tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons. He looks officially sexy if that’s a thing. I open my mouth to give him my usual spiel about the filet mignon or the grilled salmon, but he looks up at me, and all the breath leaves my lungs. I stumble a little and have to brace myself by placing my hand on his table. He’s gorgeous. Dark hair, with a thick beard covering his face. Intense blue eyes that I could easily get lost in. I see lots of good-looking guys come in here daily, but this guy… he’s hands down the sexiest guy I’ve ever laid eyes on.

“Layla,” he says, his deep timbre giving life to my name.

“I-I’m sorry.” I then ramble off a few of our most popular menu items.

“Filet is fine. Well done, salad, no dressing, and broccoli,” he says without even opening the menu.

“And to drink?” I manage to ask.

“Water is fine. Thank you, Layla.” A smile tilts his lips as he hands me his menu.

“T-Thank you. I’ll have your salad right out.” I take the menu and rush out of the room. I get his order keyed in and grab a salad, along with a fresh glass of water and head back to his table. This time I’m more composed. “I’ll be back with some fresh rolls. They just need a few more minutes,” I say when I reach his table.

He nods his acceptance but doesn’t say anything. I can feel those blue eyes on me, and it’s unnerving. Pushing through, head held high, I manage to set his fresh water and salad on the table without making a fool of myself and spilling or dropping it. Then rush away.

“I’m heading out, you good?” Oliver asks me as soon as I step back into the kitchen.

“You’re leaving early?” I don’t know why I bother to state the obvious. This is nothing new for Oliver.

“Yep, all cashed out. The only customer left is yours in VIP. Doors lock in fifteen,” he says, waving over his shoulder.

My aching feet want me to shove my worn-out size eights up his ass. Instead, I take a seat at a table near the kitchen and start to roll silverware into our cloth napkins. Maybe five minutes have passed, but I feel like I should go check on blue eyes. With an internal groan, I stand and make my way to his table, which is in the back of the restaurant.

“I can take that for you,” I say, reaching his table. I grab his now empty salad bowl. “Is there anything else I can get you? Your meal should be right up.”

“Did you hurt yourself?” he asks bluntly.

“I’m sorry?” I stand a little taller.