Free Seeking Me To Find You (Finding You Series Book 1) by Anna Mychals

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    As I make my way back into the condo complex, I see Jackson leaning against, what I assume is his silver, full size truck. He has the most heart-stopping smile. He pushes off of his truck and stalks his way to where I have stopped my bike. My insides twist with nerves and excitement.
    “Good morning, Beautiful.”
    Did he just call me beautiful?
    “Don’t look at me like that,” he lectures while seducing me with his eyes.
    “Like what?”
    Shaking his head he turns course. “Never mind. I know it’s earlier than we had planned, but I’m ready to go when you are.”
    “I’m sorry. I need a little time. I was out of everything this morning so I took my bike downtown to get a little breakfast.”
    “You could’ve come over here,” he states as a matter of fact.
    “My mom would be appalled if she ever found out that I traipsed over to a guy’s house that I barely knew, begging for food at six a.m.,” I say quietly. “It’s just that I’ve not stopped long enough to realize that my food supply was slowly dwindling down to nothing. I’ll go tomorrow.” I start to walk away when I realize my sunscreen issue. “Oh, do you mind if we make a stop on our way? I need to get sunscreen before we go out. Sunscreen is an item I can’t believe I don’t have since I usually carry it with me at all times. No offense, but I don’t want to look like I have a leatherneck by the time I turn thirty.”
    Jackson takes off back to his truck and starts searching for something. Jogging back to me he shakes a bottle in his hand. A sunscreen bottle. “Gotcha covered. I know how it is moving. I always feel out of whack and disorganized. That is the one thing I hate about my job. I like being in constant control. I have lists, timelines, and reminders that keep me from reaching that point. When I move, things are in boxes and scattered everywhere, it feels as if I don’t know which way is up. I usually lose about five pounds because even I forget to buy food.”
    Looking up at him, I wish he would take control. I wish he would lie me down and devour me like his food. Coming back to reality, “It’s seven forty-five right now. Do you mind if we leave at our original time? It will give me time to properly get ready.”
    With a princely bow and a heart-stopping wink he says, “Anything you wish, my lady.”
    I know that I’ve said this before, but I’m in trouble with this one.

Chapter Twelve
    Jackson
    R unning back into the house, I nearly mow Ben down. “I need the keys to your car right now.”
    “Where’s the fire, chief?”
    “Don’t ask any questions. I need your car. She doesn’t have any food.”
    “Who doesn’t have food?” Ben asks curiously.
    “Grace had to bike downtown for breakfast this morning because she had no food in her house. I can’t have her go a minute more without food. Diminishing that cute ass and curvaceous hips would be a major crime.”
    “Jackson, slow down for a minute. I thought you were showing her around, not solving her hunger problems, or should I say your hunger problems.” He looks at me while making is brows go up and down.
    Reaching for his keys, I growl, “Give me your damn keys or I’ll hotwire the car right here and now. I’ll be back in a moment. I just need to get her the essentials.”
    As I turn to open the door I hear Ben making a kissing sound, “Already kissing that ass.”
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    Knocking on her door, I realize that I may have overstepped my boundaries. I don’t know what she likes or dislike when it comes to food. Hell, I don’t know if she is allergic to anything. Too bad, too sad! I will not let her go another day without anything.
    Holding up some of the bags of groceries, I yell, “Surprise!” The look of disbelief is written all over her face.
    Cocking her head a little to the side she questions, “What have you done?”
    “You need to eat, I had some time to kill, and here I am.” Pushing my way past her I start laying the grocery bags