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
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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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I feel his hands land on my hips, and the smell of his body wash surround me. “Where are you going, baby?” he asks, his lips next to my ear.

“H-Home. I was going home.”

“We have plans.” He presses his lips to my cheek, and the scratch of his beard against my skin causes me to melt into him. It’s a feeling I will always associate with Owen, long after he’s out of my life.

“I’ve leaned on you enough. Thank you, but it’s best if I go.”

Before I know what’s happening, he’s stepping in front of me, and his big hands are cupping my cheeks. “I want you to lean on me, Layla. I want you where I am, and I never want you to leave.” His voice is raw, as if his confession took extreme effort.

There’s a knock at the door followed by “Room service.”

“Go sit down. I promised you breakfast and conversation.” His lips press to my forehead, and it’s familiar. Forehead kisses are his thing.

My heart tells me to do as I’m told while my head is telling me to run. My heart wins as I turn and walk back to the small table in his suite and take a seat. I don’t know what he wants to talk about, but he’s adamant. I’ll give him his chance to talk and get whatever it is off his chest. Then I’ll go back to my small rundown apartment and dream about the best night of my life.

Chapter 9

Owen

I open the door to accept the room service, all while my heart is beating like a bass drum in my chest. One more minute and I would have missed her. She would have slipped out quietly, and I would have lost her. Sure, I know where she lives and where she works, but something deep in my gut tells me that if she had walked out of the door, that would have been it. Her walls would be up, and my chances of knocking them down would be slim to none.

“Thank you.” I tip the young man delivering our food and close the door. “You hungry?” I ask her.

She nods. “Thank you. I’ll never be able to repay you for all that you’ve done for me.”

“Eat,” I say, handing her a plate. “Starting now, no more thank yous. No more how will I ever repay you. From this moment forward, you accept that I do what I do because I want to. I’m on your team, Layla.”

“I’ve never had a team,” she replies softly.

Fuck. “Now you do.” Grabbing a plate, I begin to pile it up. We eat in silence for several long minutes until I can’t take it a moment longer. I need to talk to her about this. “So, I have a proposition for you.”

“You’re not getting my bacon,” she says, pointing said strip of bacon at me. It makes me smile to see her happy and indulging.

“I won’t take your bacon,” I assure her. “It’s actually a job opportunity.”

“What? Is this some kind of Pretty Woman set up? I hang out with you while you’re here, and then you leave?” she asks. I can hear not only the pain but the disappointment in her voice.

“Not even close.” Reaching across the small table, I cover her hand with mine. “I want you to come and work for me and my brothers at our company.”

“What?” she breathes.

“Come work for us. I’ve already talked to my brother Royce. He’s the oldest and the CEO. He’s on board. His fiancée, Sawyer, she’s taking on more work from me and my other three brothers, and Royce hates that she’s working so much. He wants her to slow down not take on more. He wants a family, they both do, and you coming to work for us, taking some of the workload from her shoulders will help everyone out.” I pause, letting my words sink in. “And I’ll get to see you every day.”

“Owen, I can’t even process this. You want me to come and work for you? In Nashville? In Tennessee?” she asks.

“Yes.”

“You want to see me every day?”

“More than anything.” I watch as her eyes widen at my response. “I have plenty of room, you can stay with me, but—” I start when I see her mouth open to object. “If you’re not ready for that, you can stay in Sawyer’s old apartment. It’s still furnished, and it’s just sitting empty. It’s in a good neighborhood, and it’s close to the office.”

“A-Are you ready for that?”

“Ready for what, baby?”

“Me moving in?” she croaks.

“Yes.”

“How? How are you so sure? You barely know me.”

“I know enough, and we have the rest of our lives to discover the rest.”

“The rest of our lives? Are you feeling okay?” she asks, her eyebrows raised in concern.

I can’t keep the chuckle inside. “I’m fine, Layla. I admit this isn’t me. I’ve never done this, and normally I need my space, but the thought of having you in my space, well, that’s a game changer.”


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