Free Breaking All the Rules (Billionaire Romance) (The A List Series (Book 2)) by Savannah Rylan Page B

TWO
    Cora
     
    “Breccan? Are you back yet?” I called, setting the groceries and mail down on the counter. There was no answer, so I assumed his meeting with Simon and the producers ran later than he expected.
     
    I began unpacking the groceries that Breccan requested today: steak, lobster tails, fresh asparagus, and baked potatoes. I didn’t exactly know what his plans were, but my mouth watered thinking about the mouthwatering meal. All that awaited me at home was a Lean Cuisine and my DVR.
     
    We’d been home from Hong Kong for just over two weeks now. After the attack by Jude, my night with Breccan, and that incredible sex dream (that I swear felt so real I woke up hot and sweaty), things were starting to get back to normal.
     
    When we got back to the states, Breccan barely let me out of his line of sight. He was more protective of me, more doting. It was intense. Overwhelming. And really freaking hot. He’d growl and slide closer to me if the mailman stopped to talk to me  for too long. If we were out, he always had a hand on the small of my back, just letting me know he was there, looking out for me. Protecting me. I knew that as long as he was there, he’d never let anyone try to hurt me like Jude did again.
     
    At the thought, Jude’s face flashed in my mind, making my stomach turn.
     
    The events of that night—how close I really came to being raped—flashed into my mind. If it wasn’t for Breccan…I don’t even want to think about what would have happened. I couldn’t make myself go there. It took weeks to sleep at night without waking up from a nightmare. My only saving grace is that Jude was dead. He’d died from his injuries three days after the attack. I knew it probably made me a bad person or something, but I couldn’t even bring myself to feel sorry that he was dead. I was simply relieved to know he was no longer in this world. No longer capable of attacking another girl.
     
    Waiting to hear the details twisted me with guilt that Breccan was being questioned by the police. When the news revealed that it was a local shop owner, not Breccan, who’d been responsible for the death, relief poured over me. The local police had found Jude’s blood on the shop owner’s clothes and he had Jude’s wallet in his car. It was an open and shut case.
     
    Tears streamed down my face as I sat on my knees as I listened to the reporter explain the details. I don’t think I could have lived with that on my conscience if it had been Breccan after all.
     
    “Cora?” Breccan called, coming in the front door.
     
    “I’m here!” I placed the last of the cold groceries in the fridge as he came into the kitchen, making my knees weak. His tall, broad frame filled out his button down shirt, the charcoal color really making his jade eyes pop and sparkle. It was paired with slim cut jeans that accented his tight ass and making my mind wander into very dirty places.
     
    I cleared my throat, the sexy dream I’d had still lingering in my thoughts. “So how’d the meeting with the producers go?”
     
    He winced. “I don’t want to talk about that.”
     
    “That bad?”
     
    “Worse.”
     
    Yikes. That was not a good sign at all. “Scotch?” I asked, heading to his built in bar area.
     
    Breccan plopped on the couch, rubbing his temples. “Just bring the whole bottle.”
     
    I poured a generous glass and walked over to the couch, handing it to him. “Try starting with this.”
     
    Breccan’s fingers grazed mine as I handed it to him, his touch igniting me. After a moment, he broke the tiny contact and brought the glass to his lips, devouring its contents in two long swigs. My eyes lingered on those gorgeous lips, wondering how they would feel on my skin. Would he be rough or gentle? “That was a good start, but not nearly enough.” I poured him a second glass, filling it nearly to the top. Again, he downed it, setting the glass down on the side table.
     
    “Better?”
     
    “Getting