Free What He Really Feels (He Feels Trilogy) by Lisa Suzanne Page B

I have to get away from all of this… uh… this shit. So… well, anyway. Later.”
    I should’ve thought it through before I left the message, because I knew I rambled. But it was good enough. It was done, and now I was free to start the truck that would lead me to my new life.
    A couple of hours into my solo road trip, my phone rang. I had been lost in thought about Gorgeous, wondering how I was supposed to move on from here. I glanced at the screen and saw that it was Jules, but I didn’t want to discuss it. I had nothing more to say to her, and I didn’t want to hear her try to convince me that I was making the wrong decision by moving. I didn’t want to hear her apologies. I just wanted to move on in peace.
    I sent it to voicemail.
    I had a bad feeling about it, but I was moving to San Diego for a fresh start. Talking to Jules on the way seemed like a foolish way to hold onto the past when I was ready to start my new life.
    I pulled into the parking lot to Dan’s apartment a little after 6:00. After being alone with my thoughts for the past six hours, I had arrived at several conclusions during the long, lonely ride.
    I was ready to be selfish for awhile. I loved women and sex too much to write them off, and Dan had already told me how many lovely ladies the town of San Diego had to offer, so I was ready to just have some fun. Maybe Gorgeous had the right idea: No Strings Attached. After the drama of her combined with the drama that Jules brought into my life, I wasn’t ready for anything serious. I was ready to hit the new town as the new and improved Travis Matthew Miller.
    I hopped down from the driver’s seat to the street and stretched my back. I could see the beach from where I stood in the parking lot, and I immediately knew I had made the right decision.
    I glanced around. I had visited Dan before, so I knew what I was getting myself into, but seeing the beach from my spot in the parking lot confirmed it.
    I felt a surge of something between excitement and expectation rumble through me.
    I grabbed my overnight bag containing my clothes and toiletries, and I headed toward the open building and walked up to Dan’s fourth floor apartment. I knocked on the door, and he opened it a minute later. “Hey buddy!” he greeted me, giving me one of his signature guy hugs, hitting my back twice.
    “Hey, man,” I said, setting my bag down inside the door.
    “Welcome to your new home.”
    I grinned. “Good to be here.”
    “You want to unpack the truck or grab dinner first?”
    “I don’t think it’ll take long to unpack the truck. Let’s start there and then grab dinner after.”
    My apartment in Arizona had been fully furnished, so I had a lot of shit that I was bringing to Dan’s place. I lucked out in that the roommate that had moved out a month earlier had taken a lot of furniture with him, so there actually was space for my stuff.
    Dan’s job at my dad’s firm in San Diego must have paid well, because his apartment was fucking incredible. He must’ve been doing better than I thought he was.
    The apartment had three bedrooms; two were master suites complete with walk-in closets and full bathrooms, and the third was a guest room. There was a third full bathroom in the hallway, and the apartment featured a huge kitchen, a dining room, a family room, a laundry room, and an office. The décor was modern and the place was spacious. It was pretty nice digs for two dudes.
    A little over two hours later, the truck was unpacked and ready to be returned the following day. My dad had wanted to me to start working right away, but I told him I needed a couple of days to adjust to my new life in California, so I would be starting on Wednesday, and Dan had taken Monday off to show me around town and help me return the truck.
    The thing I loved the most about my new apartment in San Diego was the location. It was walking distance to the beach, and there was a fantastic little bar right on the way. That fantastic