Against All Odds Choices (2ndt in a series of contemporary romance books for Kindle) by Sarah Amerson Read Free Book Online

building.
    Okay, now I
get what Sarah was saying about telling Leo.
    “Yeah,” he
breathed out. “I have to take care of something.” He looked at me seriously and
nodded to the buzzer. “What's the deal with this guy?”
    “It's
nothing,” I said, shaking my head. “He's just some guy I used to date.”
    “Getting old
here, Bri.”
    I winced. I
hated it when he called me that.
    Leo, noticing
my uneasiness, frowned sternly.
    “Please do not tell me it's that asshole's voice I'm hearing,” snapped Sarah, walking out from
her bedroom. She looked really irate.
    “Sarah,” I
warned her, giving her a look.
    Leo switched
his eyes from Sarah to me.
    “I'm not
comfortable leaving you with that person outside and waiting,” he told me in a
final tone. His brows were knit together, giving this aura not to mess with
him.
    “Same here,”
muttered Sarah seriously, crossing her arms over her chest.
    Leo's eyes
switched between Sarah and I again.
    “I feel like
I'm missing something here,” he said.
    I looked at
Sarah. We were staring at each other, not breaking eye contact. This was one of
the advantages of having a best friend. We could have a silent conversation
with the use of our eyes. I wasn't sure how it worked, but that was one of the
many mysteries in life.
    She gave me
the look that said, 'Are you really not planning on telling everything?'
    In answer to
her quiet question, I frowned and tilted my head.
    “I'll handle
it,” I declared. After uttering the last word, I turned around and pressed the
button on the machine. “I'm coming down.”
    “Finally.”
    I gritted my
teeth. He was the last face I wanted to see, but I felt like I had to prove to
everyone that I was in control. And I was – even if I really didn't feel like
it.
    “Not alone,
you're not,” added Leo, following me when I opened the door.
    I stopped and
looked at him. As soon as we made eye contact, I knew that there was no
argument. He was going to come with me.
    “Fine,” I
breathed out.
    We continued
down the stairs in silence. But then, he spoke.
    “What's really
the deal here, B?”
    I stared
straight ahead.
    “I could
literally feel the tension between you and Sarah about this guy,” he said
quietly. “What, is he bothering you?”
    As though my
silence was the answer, he suddenly stopped walking.
    “Hold on, is
he the reason why you're so distracted tonight?”
    I halted on my
tracks and turned to him.
    “Leo, he's . .
.”
    “He's getting
back together with you,” he concluded indifferently, right to the dot.
    The way he put
the pieces of the puzzle together impressed and astonished me at the same time.
It slightly scared me too, because it was gave me the feeling that I couldn't
put anything past him.
    I couldn't
read his face. Gazing up at him in the middle of the dim corridor, knowing that
he was confronting me about my ex-boyfriend when the lines of our own
relationship was pretty much blurred, I couldn't help but think of how much I wanted
to be with him.
    Just be with
him.
    The scary part
was that I was already aware of the fact that I was in love with him. And the
scariest part . . . I had no idea how Leo felt.
    Without
thinking about it, I stepped closer to him and wrapped my arms around his
waist. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, filling myself with his
warmth.
    God, why did
things had to be complicated? Why couldn't he just be officially mine, without
the fear of other people ruining this for us?
    For a moment,
he was frozen – clearly not expecting me to do that. But slowly, I felt him put
his arms around me. I felt his lips kiss the top of my head softly.
    I sighed out
loud in satisfaction.
    I wanted us to
stay like this forever – just in each other's arms like this.
    We stayed like
that for what felt like a long time, but it still wasn't enough. I didn't want
to go back to reality yet, but the fact that Ryan was just a wall away from us
couldn't seem to leave my mind.
    “He wants me
back,” I