Free Forever. (This. Is. Not. Over. Book 3) by Shannon Dianne Page A

struggle with, but loving Danielle has always come easy for me. I do it without thinking about it.”
    “Let me guess, you love her with every breath you take.” I roll my eyes and look out the window. “Another score for Danielle.”
    “No, I don’t love her with every breath I take ,” he says impassively.
    “Huh?” I whip my head around to look at him. “What are you talking about? You adore her. It’s what makes me hate her even more.” He smiles and shakes his head.
    “I don’t love Red with every breath I take.” He shrugs. “Because when you breathe you have the power to manipulate it: you can speed it up, slow it down or stop it all together. My love for Danielle is more like a heartbeat, I can’t completely control it. I can speed it up, I can slow it down, but never—no matter what I do—can I make it stop altogether. No matter what you’re feeling, no matter what’s going on, no matter what you try to do, your heart will continue beating until the day you die. That’s love.” The light turns green and he takes off slowly, pulling in front of Starbucks and then coming to a stop. “So do me favor?”
    “What?” I whisper, wondering if I have that kind of love for Jacob , because I already know I have it for Marlon.
    “For ten minutes, I want you to take your rose -colored glasses off because he’s waiting for you.” Who? Marlon? I look at Malcolm and watch him point towards the Starbucks on Tremont Street. And, as I turn my head, I lay eyes on him through the window.
    Jacob.
     
     
     
    Jacob
    ( Winnie .)             
    “Malcolm,” Laura says as she runs her hands up under Malcolm’s shirt and lands them on his chest.
    “Yeah, baby,” he says as he looks off to the side, the Boston Globe in his hands turned to the Today in Politics section.
    “I had fun in Hilton Head this summer but we should go back for Christmas.” Malcolm says nothing. He’s still reading the paper. Mac’s got a bad habit of doing that now; ignoring Laura when she speaks. I turn to watch cars glide down Chestnut Street as we stand outside of Cinemark 12, a nice cool autumn breeze in the air. I look up to the sk y and catch a grey cloud slide over the moon.
    “This shit would have never gotten out if I was her counsel,” Malcolm says. I’m sure he’s reading the news story that’s being broadcast on ever y news station in New England. Apparently, the governor of Massachusetts has accrued massive gambling debt and is now considered to have an addiction. This has Massachusetts up in arms; how can a woman with a gambling addiction run the state? “A gambling addiction? Who the hell cares, as long as she’s handling state finances appropriately? This shit would have easily disappeared if I was on her team.”
                  “Malcolm, are you listening to me?” Laura whines out. “Daddy heard you were in town and said he wants to have dinner with us.” I snap my head around to Mac and watch him dart his eyes over to Laura. Now she has his attention. We graduate law school in two years. We need clients. Big name clients.
                  “Absolutely.” He says as he tosses the paper in a recycle bin nearby. “Call him now, tell him to pick a time and place. Dinner on me.”
                  “There she is!” Laura screams out. We all turn and see a town car approaching us. It slides up to the curb before the driver steps out. “Oh you’re gonna love her, Jacob! She’s so fun and she plays the piano and I think that’s so romantic and she likes to drink dark liquor and she wears red lipstick which is super sexy and—”  Before Laura can finish, the chauffeur opens the back door and out slides a brunette with a bob, red lips and a smirk. Flapper style. Nice. “Gwyneth! Jacob, this is Gwyneth Yates.”
                  “Gwyneth,” I say as I walk over to her town car. She drops her eyes to my mouth, jaw, shoulders, abs, dick