Piece of My Heart Read online Nicole Jacquelyn (Fostering Love #4)

Categories Genre: New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Fostering Love Series by Nicole Jacquelyn
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
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With another curse, I scrolled through my contacts. Whenever I was in need of advice, I went to two people—Ani, who was a complete cynic, and my sister, Kate, a self-proclaimed romantic. I usually took their advice, smashed it together, and went with something in between.

Kate answered her phone on the first ring. “Breakfast isn’t a date.”

“How the hell did she get to you so fast?” I asked in annoyance.

“She sent a text,” Kate said, laughing.

“You both suck.”

“I love you,” she said as I hung up on her, too.

They were wrong. Sarai was beginning to warm to me. I could feel it.

Chapter 4

Sarai

I flipped onto my back and stared at the ceiling Sunday morning, my stomach in knots. Agreeing to a breakfast date with Alex had seemed like such a good idea when he was standing there with that infectious smile on his face, but now I was worrying that maybe I’d started something that I didn’t exactly have the time for and wasn’t really ready for. It was eight o’clock already, and I still had so much homework and laundry to do that I was going to be up super late trying to finish it all. My days were always full; that was why I’d been avoiding relationships while I was still in school. After I was done—with my degree in hand and a sweet job waiting for me—would be the perfect time to start dating again.

I’d spent the last ten years planning ahead and scheduling everything. If I said I was going to be somewhere, I went. If I didn’t have time for something, I didn’t overschedule and try to do it anyway. I knew from experience that things went sideways when I deviated from the plans I’d made, so I didn’t do it, and when I did, my anxiety went through the roof.

But there was no way I could have planned for Alex.

I crawled out of bed and headed to the shower, my shoulders sore from how tense they’d been the night before. The party that Hailey had been so excited about had ended in disaster. I couldn’t believe how Sean had behaved as if it had been Hailey’s fault that all his friends had bailed. What a jerk.

I really hoped that he had a hell of a hangover when he woke up this morning, though it wouldn’t be enough to pay him back for the way he’d treated Hailey. I’d hated leaving her there with him, but I hadn’t been able to change her mind about coming home with me.

Men like Sean, who treated their girlfriends like crap from the very beginning, only got worse with time. They pushed and pushed, knowing that the deeper they got into the relationship, the worse they could act without repercussions. I’d seen it happen to friends in high school, and unfortunately, I’d see it again. It made me sick to watch.

I’d been lucky enough to grow up in two households where the men treated their wives like queens. My uncle worshipped the ground my aunt walked on, and was openly affectionate. My father, on the other hand, had been more reserved and quiet, but his adoration for my mother had been apparent in every look and gesture.

I knew that type of relationship was possible, so it always drove me crazy when a friend stayed with someone who didn’t treat them like they mattered.

I ignored the impulse to call Hailey and make sure she was okay as I got ready for breakfast with Alex. If she needed me, she’d call me. There was only so much you could do for someone when they didn’t want your help, and alienating the best friend I had because I didn’t like her boyfriend seemed counterproductive.

I took my time getting dressed and braiding my hair, but I didn’t bother with much makeup. As soon as I was ready, I sat down at my laptop and worked steadily until there was a knock on my door. Alex was right on time.

I opened the door and said “Hey” as I slid on my coat.

“Hey yourself,” he replied, reaching out to fix the hood that had caught on the inside of my jacket. “Ready for breakfast?”

“I’m starving,” I said, grabbing my purse. “Do you care if I pick the place?”

“Not at all.” He reached out, palm up, and my belly fluttered as I placed my hand in his. He must have just showered, because his hair was still damp, and as we walked toward his truck, I realized he smelled really good, too. He was wearing a nice pair of jeans and a button-down shirt under his coat, and I had to admit that I was flattered that he’d spruced up a little for our date, considering that we were just getting breakfast.

“There’s a place that I used to go with my parents years ago that’s really good,” I told him once we were inside the warm cab of his truck. “The owners are in their eighties now, and the wife still cooks, and the husband still greets everyone at the door.”


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