A Broken Us (London Lover Series Book 1) by Amy Daws Read Free Book Online

in.
    “Thank the Lord, you’ve showered! I didn’t want
to be the one to tell you this, but I could literally smell your pitties last night at the pub. I nearly vomited in my
lager. It was a travesty!” he says, popping the top off the can he just grabbed
out of the fridge.
    My reaction must be a good one, because in the
midst of his drink he busts out laughing, spraying pop all over himself and the
refrigerator door! “Bloody hell, Finley! I’m only messing with you!” he says,
wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his denim jacket. “Had to get back at you
for the denim crack upstairs, ye bitch!”
    My shocked reaction turns to scorn. I look him
hard in the face and say, “You have pop boogers coming out of your nose.”
    “Fuck me!” he shouts, turning into the
stainless-steel fridge door to get a look at himself.
    “Now who’s the gullible one?” I ask, with a
sneaky smirk spreading across my face.
    Frank looks me up and down, “I think you might
be a bit of fun after all, Finley, my dear.”
    “You’re not so bad yourself, Frank and Beans,”
I reply.
    “What. The. Fuck. Are frank and beans?”
    “A Midwestern delicacy. And in your denim
outfit, I think that’s exactly what I’ll be calling you from now on. I can see
you sitting around a campfire right now with a horse tied up to a tree behind
you, munching on your frank and beans.”
    “As long as it’s a fire on Brokeback Mountain,
I’ll be any kind of Frank you want!” He looks at me proudly for a moment,
“Fine, fine, Finny. Let’s go explore some sights while Lezbo is off doing God knows what. Maybe we’ll even find you something to wear that’s
not so…university. Blech .”
    ***
    I look down at my hoodie I’ve been wearing for
the past five years, and frown. I love this hoodie. I loved my college days.
They gave me Brody. Brody. Damn . I
was just starting to feel a little better.
    Frank and I have an amazing afternoon together.
He walks me around the neighborhood and shows me all the best local places to
shop for groceries, clothes, and typical odds and ends stuff. We walk by the
pub we went to last night and he informs me they spend the majority of their
time there because they keep the old geezers in check for poor little Zoey .
    The city is beautiful. It’s a huge
juxtaposition of different architectural structures from centuries long gone.
Definitely not something I’m used to seeing in Missouri or Kansas. Everything
here seems so much greener, too. Lusher, despite the constant grey overcast
sky. There are also tons of parks dotted around the place. I’ve never seen so
many tiny parks all in one place.
    I’m taking it all in with wide eyes full of
wonder. I can’t help but mourn this experience a tiny bit because I’m not doing
it all with Brody. Brody would have loved this stuff. He never spoke much of
travel like I did, but he loved pretty much everything I loved. If we were
together, he was happy.
    We pass a couple of women with tiny babies in
strollers. My heart hurts just looking at them. I wonder how they got their
precious little miracles. Was it easy?
Was it hard? Do they know what a true gift they have? Do their husbands know
how lucky they are to have fertile wives? The more I look at them, the
angrier I get because it’s quite likely they don’t appreciate all they have
been given, and I would!
    Frank must have picked up on my wandering
thoughts because he quickly rushes us to the next street over to show me the
tattoo shop where we can watch artists tattoo people in the window. It’s cool,
so we purchase a basket of fries. Chips. Whatever
the hell they call them. We watch a guy getting a huge eagle tattooed on
his back for nearly an hour. Frank is easy to talk to; he says the most
outlandish things. I laugh and feel happy that I like my new roommate so much.
    We make our way back to the house and Frank
rummages through my four suitcases until he finds an outfit he thinks is
passable for our evening ahead. By the