Damaged Like Us Read Online Krista Ritchie, Becca Ritchie (Like Us #1)

Categories Genre: Funny, GLBT, M-M Romance, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Like Us Series by Krista Ritchie
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Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 116268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
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What’s noticeable: the distance between them. It’s just a weird sight.

Two bodies could squeeze in between theirs. And she’s bundled alone in a quilt, not sharing with him. They’re barely facing one another, but at least they’re talking.

The three of us, plus Quinn, are the only ones at the lake house. The media won’t stop speculating about their so-called “love affair” and Twitter even coined a name: #HaleCocest.

The actual Hale Co. is enduring a publicity nightmare. Since Maximoff’s dad is the CEO, Loren Hale is combatting most of the fallout.

When I reach the dock, Jane and Maximoff are in quiet contemplation. They’ve been acting tough. Saying shit like, rumors happen all the time and it’s no different and we can get through anything together.

But this is the first attack on their friendship.

Maximoff is about to stand when he sees me, but I take a seat close to him instead. Shoulder-to-shoulder, he wraps his arm around mine.

“Any news from security?” he asks.

“Not yet.”

I notice his cellphone lying on the wooden dock. Black screen. With the amount of mayhem that’s going on, the screen should be lit up with notifications.

I raise my brows at him. “You turned your phone off?” This is a first.

Jane tightens the quilt around her frame. “He just gave full autonomy to the COO of H.M.C. Philanthropies to make decisions, and then he powered off his phone.”

“The COO has control for only two days,” Maximoff clarifies. Then he speaks to his best friend. “I’m not here to work. I’m trying to be here for us, Janie—”

“We’re fine. We said we’re fine.” She grabs a folded tabloid that she bought at a gas station and absentmindedly flips through the pages. “It means nothing.”

Maximoff drops his arm off me, just to crack his knuckles. I knead his shoulders, his muscle extremely taut.

I ask, “Then what’s with the five-feet of space between you two?”

Jane scoots closer, until she’s only a foot away. “I still feel strange knowing our parents and some family members believed we were sleeping together. Not to mention the security team.” She sighs into a tiny growl and then cringes. “Nothing has made me more embarrassed in my life…”

Maximoff’s face contorts, torn to shreds. He can’t fix this by physically consoling Jane. That’s the problem.

I try to remind Jane, “Omega didn’t believe the rumor.”

Maximoff adds, “And our family believes us now.”

Jane’s big blue eyes lift to us. “Because you two kissed. Not because they trusted us, and we did nothing to lose their trust. They projected their own pasts onto us like the media always does, and they should’ve never doubted us. They shouldn’t have,” she emphasizes.

“I’m sorry,” I apologize as rare guilt gnaws at me. “It’s my fault.” For one, I could’ve tried not to sink my teeth so hard into him. For another, the lie I created that night fueled their parents’ doubt. “The evidence they used against you—that’s on me.”

Maximoff gives me a look. “Pretty sure you’re not the one who cradled her in your arms, kissed her cheek a thousand times, put your arm around her—”

“We all played a hand in this,” Jane interjects, “but let’s be terribly honest, this is the strangest situation we’ve ever been in, by far.”

No shit.

She skims the tabloid before pushing the pages to her chest. “Have you two seen the new Like Us article?”

“No,” we say together.

“Guess the title,” Jane says.

Maximoff glares out at the water. “Enraged Like Us.”

“I think you mean Strange Like Us,” I tease.

Jane nearly smiles, which makes Maximoff’s shoulder slacken, and then she flashes the tabloid.

Damaged Like Us

The photographs show Jane and Maximoff from the Camp-Away: him carrying her in a piggyback, him kissing her cheek, Jane hugging him around the waist, smiling and laughing. All twisted to fit the headline.

I steal the magazine and throw that tabloid like a Frisbee across the lake. I hear the plop.

When I look back at Maximoff, he asks me, “If those pictures had been me and you, what do you think the title would’ve been?”

I start to smile. And I tell him the first thing that comes to me. “Lovers Like Us.”

43

FARROW KEENE

8:00 a.m. at the lake house, I cook bacon and constantly glance over at Maximoff. Bare-chested and dark brown hair disheveled, he cracks eggs into a bowl and tosses the shells in the nearby trashcan. His forest-greens flit back to me just as often.

There’s been no news about security yet, but it’s too early to care.

And I just enjoy this.

A lot.

A hell of a lot.

It’s the first time we’ve been able to cook breakfast together. It’s also the first morning where it won’t matter if security or family members catch us. They know the truth.

Unflinchingly and resolutely, his gaze rakes down my chest and abs, to the waistband of my black cotton pants.

My smile stretches. “You just got a piece of shell in the bowl.”


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