Shattered Dreams (Dream #1) Read Online Natasha Madison

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Forbidden Tags Authors: Series: Dream Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
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“I’m really not looking at dating anyone,” Autumn interjects, and I look over at her. “I’m just focusing on the business.”

“Now that’s a sensible answer,” my father says, “but all work and no play is not how to live a life.”

“That’s what I tell this one.” My mother points at me with her thumb before picking up her burger. “It’s fine he’s doing his thing”—she waves her finger at me—“sowing the oats.”

“Willow,” my father snaps, turning to Autumn, whose face has now paled. “Can she have a water?”

“Quinn Barnes, don’t you dare think you are going to take my drink away from me,” she retorts. “These two are watching life just run away from them.”

“Why don’t we change the subject?” I pick my burger back up.

“Okay, fine,” my mother gives in, “but I want you to be watching out for her.” She looks at Autumn and then at me. “Make sure she’s okay.”

“Oh, I’ll look after her, all right,” I assure her, my eyes on Autumn as she turns her eyes to me. It’s right then and there that I decide the only man who is going to fucking date her is me.

“What are we talking about?” Brady asks, coming to stand next to Autumn.

“Autumn and how she should date Emmett,” my mother answers as my father puts his head back and looks up at the ceiling.

“She just had a date,” Brady cuts in, and the burger in my mouth tastes horrible.

“With Emmett?” My mother gasps out and looks like she’s about to clap her hands in glee.

“No.” Brady shakes his head. “What was his name?” He snaps his fingers until he gets it. “Bryan.”

“Can we stop talking about this?” Autumn urges while I put one hand on my hip, the other tapping the bar.

“So you are dating?” my mother asks her.

“It was one date,” she mumbles, “and we decided that we were just going to be friends.”

“Well, that’s good. Have you been to the barn lately?” my father asks her, changing the subject.

“I have, actually. I went over there to ride Goldilocks,” she replies and I wonder if she thought about lying to him, but then wonder if I told him she was there. Whatever the reason, I’m happy the conversation about her dating is fucking over.

“I met her today,” my mother says. “She’s so pretty.”

“She is,” Autumn agrees. “I have to check on the tables.” She turns to walk away from us, leaving us with Brady as the talk turns to I don’t know what because I’m only watching her work the room, smiling at people and conversing with them. It’s different from when I came in here the first time and she would cower behind the bar.

She works the room, not noticing how the men look at her. She smiles politely, avoiding looking at them, as she goes back behind the bar but makes orders instead of talking to us.

We finish our burgers, and my father talks to Brady about buying some of the whiskey and taking it home. “Come and take a look in the back,” Brady invites him and my mother, and they go with Brady, leaving me all alone.

I watch her make her way around the room until she comes back to me. “Where did they go?” she asks, picking up the plates, cleaning them up behind the counter before placing them into the dishwasher.

“Your brother is giving them a tour. My dad wants to take home a couple of cases of the new blend,” I say. I want to ask more about the date she went on, but my mother comes back and the three of us talk about nothing in particular.

My father comes back after loading five cases into his truck, and they get up to leave. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” my mother tells Autumn, and Autumn just nods at her. I take one more look at her before walking out with my parents. My mother sits in the back as we drive back to my house.

“That was such a nice night,” my mother says to me when we get home, and she steps outside. “We should do that again tomorrow.”

“Yes,” my father agrees as he holds her hand and walks up the steps to the front door, “just with less whiskey.”

I chuckle when she slaps his arm. “Are you not coming in with us?” My mother looks at me because I’m standing by the truck.

“I’m going to go for a walk,” I tell them.

“A walk where?” my mother asks, and my father stands beside her, with his lips held tight together.

“Around, I’ll be back later.”

“How much later?”

“Willow,” my father cuts in, “how about we let him do what he needs to do.”

“And what is that?” She glares at my father. “It’s enough, don’t you think?” My father puts his hands on her shoulders. “It’s been eight years. It’s time for him to come back to the land of the living and live.”


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