Free Forever Together (Forever Love #2) by Jade Whitfield

of junk because there was no way it would have made it to LA. I barely drove it anyway during the last few months of its life since Brady put me out of my misery and drove me everywhere, saying that there was no way I could be expected to drive the second class dumpster truck anywhere.
    I wind the window down fully in a bid to air the car out. I know it won’t work but at least with the fresh air blowing in my face, it may take my mind off the smell. I start it up and pull out into the deserted street. I know this town like the back of my hand so I know exactly where I’m going. I doubt it would even take me half an hour to get from one side to the other. I navigate the streets, the only sight of anyone is the children riding their bikes and playing curby, the beginning of sunset bathing everything in an orange glow.
    Yeah, I know exactly where I’m going which is why I’m shocked that on turning a corner, only about one minute from my destination, I slam on the brakes, a screeching sound filling up the quiet street of some of the nicer homes in town. I don’t know what possesses me to do it, it's involuntary though. The car comes to a complete stop in front of the gates and I can barely see the house from where I've haphazardly parked. Just like the rest of this town, I’d know this place with my eyes closed. I should do considering how much time I've spent here. I practically lived here at one point as soon as my parents allowed me to spend the night out.
    I know that the long drive will lead to the biggest house I'll probably see in reality. I know that it’s got windows from foundation to roof. I know that the back yard is like some kind of oasis with its huge pool and dozens of deckchairs that I've spent countless summers tanning on. I also know that it’s the place where my heart was ripped out. The memory of that day, when everything basically went to shit still haunts me. I bite the inside of my cheek in an attempt to control my emotions. There’s no point getting all upset now. It’s over. Done.
    Now I’m alone I can finally ask the question that has been plaguing my mind since I saw him earlier. If it’s so done, then why does my heart still beat out of my chest at just the thought of him? Why does my skin still tingle when he touches it? And why does it feel as if my relationship with Brady Cooper is anything but over?

Chapter 6
    Brady 
    The sound of a door slamming shut jars me from my nap. At least I think it was a nap. I coulda swore it was dark when I dozed off but judging by the light streaming in through the ten thousand fucking windows in the place, I'd say I slept for a lot longer than I expected. Hell, it’s the first time I slept for more than a couple of hours at a time in months. I was having a damn good dream from what I can remember as well until somebody rudely woke me up. Seriously, what kind of asshole goes banging around while a guys trying to sleep?
    That brings me to my next thought which has me sitting straight in my seat. I’m the only one in this house. my parents are in New York until whenever the fuck they feel like coming back. And I know for a fact the banging wasn’t me. Holy shit!
    I glance around for some kind of weapon cause let’s face it, I can throw down and put dicks in their place as well as the next guy, but the Bradymeister is no match for someone swanning about the place with an AK47. No way. Just as I’m about to reach for my Mom's very old and very expensive vase that takes center stage on the coffee table, the sound of clicking has me stopping in my tracks. Now either the intruders are damn crossdressers, or my parents are home.
    My Mom breezing into the room as if she hasn’t just given me a near fucking heart attack solves the mystery. Her hair is as perfectly done as always. The light blonde hair, out of a bottle obviously, is held in some perfect bun low on her head. She doesn’t look anywhere near her forty-two years but injecting shit into your