This Much Is True – Marshall Family Read Online Adriana Locke

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
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Is this what it feels like to be alive?

I take a sip of my coffee and revel in the morning sun. It never occurred to me how much I worried about publicity and fretted over my public persona because of Tom.

Before our relationship, I didn’t worry too much about the media. Stories came out and were fabricated to fit a narrative, but they never really mattered. Chatter would come and go—usually about an untrue budding relationship—but my fans never took any of it seriously. And none of it bothered me.

Until I started dating him.

Tom’s obsession with his reputation was off the charts. I had to watch what I said in interviews and be careful being photographed in public. He hired his publicist to work with me to master handling questions involving him—and painting him in a good light. They were masterful in their setup, presenting their arguments as good for our relationship. As good for me. They sold it so well. But our tandem effort undoubtedly made his stock go up while, in retrospect, it took away my personality and the quirks that make me relatable.

My concern for Tom’s reputation stifled mine. It’s a pattern I increasingly recognize as I think about it. Tom’s wins for the sake of my losses.

I gaze out the kitchen window. The barn doors are open, and Luke’s truck is backed up to the front of it. It’s still so early—for me, anyway—and the man is already working hard.

“Why is that so sexy?” I ask before taking another sip of my coffee.

There’s something hot about a man working with his hands. Those types of men are strong and capable and can manhandle you in all the right ways. I take another drink, and Luke emerges from the barn and throws something into the back of his truck. He disappears back inside the barn.

I wonder what manhandling capabilities he has these days.

Heat ripples through my body. The urge to be close to Luke burns through me like a hot match.

My first instinct is to fight it—to turn away and distract myself elsewhere. But then I remember I’m no longer attached to Tom. And I never felt this around him.

I recall how exciting it was early in our relationship to be with the Hollywood heartthrob. He was so handsome and could be utterly charming. As time wore on, that side of him became less visible privately until the end, when it was mostly nonexistent. Even at the peak of attraction, I never looked at him and felt like this.

“I forgot what this even felt like,” I say, opening the door and stepping out onto the porch.

Birds sing from the trees overhead, and their melodies float through the breeze like a cheerful soundtrack from nature. I walk along the driveway, through the cool, damp lawn, and to the barn. Luke comes into view as I grow close. He stops, shoving his hands in his front pockets, and leans against his truck.

My God.

A baseball hat sits backward on his head. It’s blue, bringing out the blue in his flannel. The denim encasing his muscular thighs is dark. And his boots? Damn.

“Morning,” he says, smiling. “How did you sleep?”

“Like a log.”

He laughs. “I heard you snoring from the couch.”

“You did not.” I jab him with my elbow and try not to recoil from the contact. “Did you really sleep on the couch?”

“Yeah. You didn’t find me in bed with you, did you?”

I worry my bottom lip between my teeth. No, I didn’t. I thought maybe he got up before I did even though it didn’t appear anyone had slept beside me. If he didn’t … why?

“You should’ve woken me up and made me go to the couch,” I say.

“If you stay much longer, I might do that. My back hurts like hell today.”

I frown.

“I’m kidding,” he says, grinning. “My back does hurt, but I don’t know if I could make you sleep on the couch. It feels rude.”

“It would be rude.”

He shakes his head.

“You know what else is rude?” I tease.

“What’s that?”

“I woke up, and there was no breakfast ready.”

He snorts and heads back into the barn. “This isn’t a bed-and-breakfast, Pumpkin.”

My cheeks already ache from smiling. “What are we doing today?”

“I’m going to Cotton’s to shoe a couple of horses.”

“On a Sunday?”

“Yes, on a Sunday,” he says, mocking me. “Horses don’t give a damn what day it is.”

“Oh. You’re just going to leave me here?”

He throws a bag over his shoulders and heads back to the truck. “Are you going to get all nervous about being in my house alone now? It’s a little late for that.”

“Very funny.” I follow him through the barn. “How long will it take?”

“A few hours, probably. We have one horse out there with founder. I gotta meet with the vet and see what he recommends shoe-wise.”


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