When We Break (The Blackwells of Montana #2) Read Online Kristen Proby

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Blackwells of Montana Series by Kristen Proby
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Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 97724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
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Fuck. She has a dog trained to respond to her nightmares, and she somehow thought that would detract from her attractiveness. She’s so fucking wrong. Skyla Gallagher is one of the strongest people I know. To have to pivot her life’s trajectory so significantly … It’s so wrong. She lost her dream.

Now I understand more about why her brother, Connor, was a hard-ass. He isn’t just an overbearing older brother. He has good reason to be wary.

This thing—whatever it is—between Skyla and me has progressed a shit ton in the past twenty-four hours. We went from I hope she’ll give me her number to snuggle and talk the night away in the blink of an eye.

I’m so fucking grateful that my feelings aren’t one-sided. The way she touched me and smiled at me and confided in me last night tells me that she’s as into me as I am her.

Thank fuck.

It pisses me off that some deranged asshole almost ruined what could be the best thing in my life because she was scared to trust her own instincts where I’m concerned. She didn’t say that out loud, but it doesn’t take a psychologist to see that.

No matter what happens between us, he’ll never get near her again. I’ll fucking make sure of it.

The coffee’s finished brewing, and when I check the fridge, I find some coffee creamer and doctor up a mug for both of us. I assume she takes the creamer since it was in her fridge.

When I return to the living room, Skyla’s awake but hasn’t sat up. She’s fucking gorgeous in the morning, with sleepy moss-green eyes and messy hair. Having her tucked against me all night long was a slice of heaven. We couldn’t be more different, size-wise. I’m well over six foot four and more than two hundred pounds, and this whisp of a woman is a foot shorter and a hundred pounds lighter, but she fits against me like a missing puzzle piece.

“I smelled the coffee,” she says with a grin as she stretches. “And hoped you’d share.”

“Always, sweetheart.”

She sits up and takes the mug, gives it a smell and closes her eyes, then takes a sip. “I was never a coffee drinker until I moved to the States. Now I don’t know what I’d do without it.”

Sitting next to her, I take a sip from my own mug. “I let Riley out.”

“I appreciate that. Also, I can’t believe I forgot to set the alarm last night. I must have been preoccupied with good conversation because I never forget the alarm. Connor would be livid.”

“You had both Riley and me here.” I reach over to smooth her hair over her shoulder, then let my thumb brush over her bare skin. “You’re safe.”

Her brows pull into a slight frown before she takes another sip, and she sets the mug aside, then pulls her legs up under her, shifting just out of my reach. Just like that, a wall goes up.

Fuck that.

“What’s wrong, Irish?”

She bites the lower lip that I’ve learned is my favorite thing to taste and lets out a sigh.

“I might have divulged too much last night. It was a lot to dump on you all at once, and, well”—she clears her throat and pushes her hair behind her ear—“it’s sorry I am for making you uncomfortable.”

I lift an eyebrow and move closer to her so I can touch her, run my hand down her thigh. “Do I look uncomfortable?”

“I don’t think I know you well enough to know if this is your uncomfortable look.”

“Trust me, it’s not. I asked you to tell me, remember?” My knuckles drift down her cheek, over the freckles there. “You didn’t say anything that made me want to run away. If that were the case, I wouldn’t have stayed, Skyla.”

She nods once and links her hands in her lap nervously, and I don’t like it one fucking bit. “Beckett … I’m a lot.”

“You slept on me all night, so you won’t pull away from me now unless you’re telling me that I’m completely off base and last night didn’t affect you the way it did me, in which case I’ll apologize, and I won’t bother you again.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

“Good.” Reaching for her, I cup her cheek and brush my thumb over her skin. “You’re not too much for me, Irish. You had something really shitty happen to you, and you want to make sure you’re safe. I want to make sure you’re safe. That’s not a lot or too much, but even if it was, I can handle just about anything you throw at me. Let’s not end this before it begins just because of The Asshole. He doesn’t have any power in this.”

She swallows hard and closes her eyes. The next thing I know, she’s crawled into my lap and wrapped herself around me, almost desperately.


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