Free The Rocker Who Wants Me (The Rocker... Series) by Terri Anne Browning

course I had been right, but part of me couldn’t help but wonder if my continued prediction had pushed us apart just as much as my jealousy of that fucking tattoo of another girl’s name on his wrist.
    “You’ve been awfully quiet,” Linc murmured as the driver slowed down to take our exit, pulling me out of my musings.
    I shrugged. “I have nothin’ to say.”
    He snorted. “That’s a first.”
    Despite the apprehension I was feeling about spending the next month under the same roof with my ex, a grin teased at my lips. “Shut up, you.”
    Linc bumped his shoulder against mine. “It’s not gonna be that bad, Dallas. He’s only one man.” It was my turn to snort. Only one man. Sure, it wouldn’t have been so bad. If he wasn’t the only man to make my body come alive just by breathing the same air. If he wasn’t the only man that still owned my heart. A heart that he had bent and broken, but still owned. The fucker.
    Twenty minutes later the limo pulled to a stop in front of a huge three-story house. It looked newer than I was expecting, but I did know that once OtherWorld had taken off in a big way, Wroth had built his mother her dream house here on the farm that had been in his family for multiple generations. Liam had told me all about the farm, and how Wroth’s dad had nearly lost it to the bank. When Wroth was eighteen he became a marine simply for the sign-on bonus that had gotten his parents caught up on their mortgage and put some extra money in the bank. That, along with Liam’s part time job after school, had helped get the farm operating in the black.
    The smell that was always associated with cows drifted in the air and I couldn’t help but feel nostalgic for home. It felt like forever since the last time I had been in Texas, although my dad visited me often in New York. My father lived on a million-acre spread. He mostly dealt in Herefords, which were beef cattle. When I was old enough to ride a horse and showed so much interest in them, my dad had turned over the majority of the running of his cattle to his ranch foreman so that he and I could start up a hobby of collecting some of the most beautiful horses in the world. When I was seven he had flown me to the Middle East so that I could pick out my own Arabian…
    My heart clenched as thoughts of Raad tried to enter my mind. It had been forever since I had allowed myself to think of the horse that had become my best friend. The horse that my mother had ultimately used against me so that I would eventually follow her on her stupid pageant tour. Raad was why I didn’t go home anymore. Because of Raad, I had learned to never trust my mother with anything that was precious to me.
    “Home at last,” Liam said with a tired sigh. The long drive down from New York had taken a lot out of him even though he had spent a few hours sleeping. I gave him the best smile I could muster with my heart now aching. “Is it bad that all I want is a shower and the bed I’ve slept in since I was a kid?”
    “Sounds like a good idea, actually,” Linc said as he opened the door before the driver could do so. Cold air blasted into the back of the limo, snapping me out of my melancholy. Holy shit, it felt colder here than it did back in New York. Even though I was only going from the limo into the house, I wish I had left my parka out instead of just wearing one of my old hoodies.
    “How was your drive?” Marissa asked and I lifted my head to find her standing by the now open door. Her face was lit up like a Christmas tree as she stood there, practically dancing with happiness.
    “Rissa,” Liam’s voice was choked with a mixture of emotion and pain as Linc helped him out. As soon as he was able, Liam wrapped his arms around his sister. A tiny sob escaped the beautiful chick as she hugged her brother back. They had only been apart for two days, but with all the drama of the last month, I could almost understand their need to hold each other. I felt the same