What The Heart Needs (Stars Landing #1) Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Stars Landing Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 95311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
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When she rounded the bend to the kitchen, she found Sam with his back to her, steadily chopping something on a butcher block. He was freshly showered with his hair still damp and dressed in a black and gray flannel shirt and jeans.

"Coffee is fresh," he said, without turning around.

Hannah brought her mug over to the pot and poured a fresh cup, pulling herself up to be seated on the counter.

Sam suddenly stopped chopping and turned fully toward her. "Want to talk about it?"

Hannah shrugged a shoulder. "Not especially."

"Alright," Sam said, turning to drop the chopped red, yellow, green, and orange peppers into a frying pan on the stove.

Hannah watched Sam move around the kitchen with a steady, fluid motion. She wondered if he cooked often. For only himself? That seemed like a lot of effort for nothing. But maybe he had someone in his life. The idea hit her unexpectedly. Did Sam have a wife? Not likely. She would have run into her at some point. A girlfriend? He was a very attractive man. And he had become successful. It was very likely that he had someone he shared his life with.

"I can practically hear those gears turning, Han," Sam said, not having turned toward her. "What's going on in that head of yours?"

Hannah shrugged. "Nothing. Everything. The usual."

Sam chuckled, pouring dark whole wheat pasta into a pot of boiling water. "So I heard you got some crazy big job up in that big city of yours."

Hannah smiled. "Been checking up on me, have you?"

"Your parents love talking about you. Always have."

Hannah felt guilt settle like a pit in her stomach. They hadn't seen her in so long and there she was, hiding from them in her old boyfriend's kitchen. "Yeah, I know. They have a tendency to exaggerate though. It is a great company, mind you. But I am just a personal assistant."

"To the CEO," Sam said, stirring the spaghetti but glancing over his shoulder at her.

"Yeah. But it is really just a glorified secretary job. But there is room for advancement in a company like this. If I can stick it out."

"Word is Elliott Micheals is a real piece of work."

Hannah looked down at her hands, feeling torn. Like she should defend him. But defend him why? Because they had had sex? That didn't make him any less of a pain in the ass to have to deal with. The rumors about him were true, regardless of how good of a lover he was.

"He is," she said, filling her coffee cup again, noticing Sam's raised eyebrow and smiling at it.

A comfortable silence stretched as Sam strained the spaghetti and placed it on two plates. He scooped the cooked vegetables and a small amount of red sauce on top of each and brought them to the table. He gestured for her to sit and he served her a salad of at least four different kinds of leafy greens and then filled her wine glass with chilled white wine.

Hannah toyed with her salad, pouring some homemade balsamic vinegar on it and trying to determine what the greens were. She wasn't particularly hungry any longer even though everything looked like something out of a cookbook.

Sam had already worked his way through half of his salad when he let out a short sigh. She looked up, surprised. Sam wasn't one for frustration.

"Eat something," he said, gesturing with his fork toward his own salad.

"It looks amazing," she said, guiltily.

"Hannah," Sam said, his voice uncharacteristically serious, "you look like you're wasting away."

Hannah lowered her eyes to her food. What was wrong with her? She had always had an impressive appetite. She had always had the curves to prove it. But being overworked and stressed and stalked by some random whackjob was really weighing on her and she never really felt hungry anymore. She knew she had been losing weight. But she didn't think it was overly obvious. She had always carried a few extra pounds she could use to shed.

"I just lost a little weight," she defended herself. "I've been really busy."

"Bull," Sam said, sipping his wine. "You've lost like twenty pounds at least. That's a lot of friggen weight, Han. Look, I don't know what has been going on and I am not going to pry, but I know you. I know something is really wrong. And whatever it is has been making you sick. And you're running away from it," he reached out suddenly, his wide, rough and calloused palm rested on her forearm. "But whatever it is, you're free from it here so relax. Eat. Ease up on the coffee. Get some rest. Those bags are impressive."

Hannah smiled. "Maybe I'm just getting ugly. Geez," she laughed.

"You'll always be gorgeous. Now eat."

And she did. Two helpings worth and then she dove into the ice cream that he claimed was homemade. She decided to not allow herself to realize that that must mean it was made with goat milk, because that was never a type of food she could get into. But the rich, real vanilla mixed with dark, sweet raspberries was too good to pass up on.


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