Crazy for Your Love Read online Lexi Ryan (Boys of Jackson Harbor #5)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Boys of Jackson Harbor Series by Lexi Ryan
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Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
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I’m not. I’m a little surprised to realize it’s true. Myla knows I’m not looking for a relationship, but lately, I’ve felt like she’s been hoping for more. I don’t want to lead her on, even unintentionally. Maybe it was time for us to end things. “It’s not a big deal.”

I don’t tell Teagan that I’d do anything to protect her from Rich. I don’t tell her that my few minutes talking to the guy last year was enough to make me grateful she asked for my help. “I work tonight and tomorrow, but I was able to get the rest of the week off.”

“Thanks.” She gives me a shy smile as she pulls the door open. “Then I guess I’ll see you Thursday.”

“I can’t wait,” I say, and I mean it. I’m looking forward to this weekend far more than I should.

Carter

When Teagan is gone, I sink into one of the waiting room couches, lay my head back, and close my eyes. Between my anxiety about the hero worship at the auction, Isaiah’s accident, and everything that’s been going on with Teagan, the past few days have been a rollercoaster. And now I need to talk to Bethany.

My phone buzzes, and I grab it from my pocket.

Unknown Number: You didn’t respond to my text. Does that mean you don’t want to see me?

Shit. I completely forgot about the text from this number yesterday. When I decided it was a wrong number, I put it from my mind. But here she is again.

Me: Who is this?

Unknown Number: Sabrina. Did you never put my number in your phone? I would have done it for you if I hadn’t had to run out to catch my flight.

I blink at the screen until the name snaps into place with flight. Right. Sabrina was the reporter who came to do a story on the stupid viral picture. It was almost a month ago, right after I’d stopped accepting interviews, but she was ballsy enough to come to town and smart enough to catch me at Jackson Brews and pretend she wasn’t a reporter. We had a few drinks together, and I took her home. I didn’t even know she was there for a story until the next morning, when she scrambled to ask me some questions so she wouldn’t get in trouble with her boss. I wasn’t thrilled.

I add the name to my contacts in case she decides to text me again.

Me: Hey, how are you? I must have lost the number.

A lie. Once I found out what she’d come to town for, I wanted nothing to do with her. But a harmless lie. No need to tell someone I’ll rarely see that her lie by omission totally turned me off.

Sabrina: Well, good thing you have it now. So . . . this weekend. I get in Friday morning and will be there until Sunday. I’ll be kind of busy with family stuff, but I’m sure I could sneak away for you. I’ve been dying to see you again.

I feel like an ass if that’s true. She’s been thinking about me, and I barely remembered her? Jake’s right. It’s time for me to make some changes. Maybe this thing with Teagan is exactly what I need to kick my ass out of this rut I’ve been in.

Me: I’m flattered, but I’m seeing someone now. I’m sorry.

Sabrina: Is this because I didn’t tell you I was a journalist?

“Is there a reason you’re scowling at your phone?” Bethany asks, sticking her head in the door. “Do you need another minute, or can you talk?”

Shutting off my screen, I sit up and rub my eyes. “I’m fine. Come on in.”

She shuts the door behind her and takes a seat on the couch across from me. “Isaiah’s probably going to get discharged this afternoon.” She shakes her head. “I’m not really supposed to tell you that, but I know you’re worried about him.”

“Is that . . . good? Do you think they’re sending him home too soon?”

She shrugs. “It’s normal. Insurance doesn’t like to pay for any more time in the hospital than necessary, and he’ll be able to rest at home better than he can here anyway.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose between two fingers. Bethany worked with Max when she was still with the JHFD, and she understands why I’m so protective of Isaiah. “His girlfriend broke up with him.”

She arches a manicured brow. “Seriously? While he was in the hospital?”

I shake my head. “No. Before. I think that’s why he drank too much.” I sigh. “Maybe why he got behind the wheel when he knew he shouldn’t. He’s been different since Max died—more reckless.”

“Must be going around,” she says, so softly that I almost think I misheard her.

I study her for the first time all day. Bethany is a gorgeous redhead with the energy to match, but today she looks tired. “What do you mean? Are you okay?”


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