All Amity Allows (Fall for You Book 2) by Michelle Irwin Read Free Book Online

mate were just lucky to have found the one person who understood them slightly better than all the other suckers out there.
    Never mind, she thought dismissively, stopping the train of thought in its tracks and not allowing her depression to grow strong enough to make her disappear before she’d done what she’d come to do. There was, after all, no point in dwelling on her brothers’ failure to grasp who she was, or her exasperation with the world at large. Instead, she’d rather focus on finding out just how badly Michael’s inaction had damaged this special case.
    If Michael was right, if this Drew fellow she’d been assigned to had in fact been in the direct line of fire of a cupid’s mistaken match, the fallout could be potentially catastrophic. Didn’t she know that truth all too well? Painfully well. She shook off the doubt and took a deep breath. Once she was certain her assured, confident façade was firmly back in place, she stepped through automatic glass doors to start her first mission in fifty years.

 
    Chapter Four
     
    Drew was still arguing with himself—his pride battling hard against the part of him that wanted to chase after Becca—when the glass doors opened with a swish. Striding into the building with a purposeful gait was a gorgeous woman who could have easily walked into the hospital straight off the streets of Orange County. She reminded him of being back home with his mom. Of proper Hollywood money, wrapped from head to toe in designer wear. Although Drew couldn’t instantly name the brands, he definitely recognized the signs that the clothes weren’t from the local discount stores.
    Before long, Drew was ready to put the blonde from his mind. After his first glance, he’d figured he had her pegged. She was just like all the other plastic fantastics he'd known once upon a time. Sure, they were good for a few nights of distraction, but they didn't turn his eye, or his heart, the way Becca had. In fact, most of the girls who looked like her, at least most of the ones he'd encountered, rarely had the intellect to hold a meaningful conversation. Any who could hold their own in a witty dialogue were usually career driven and after something just as casual as he’d wanted himself.
    He turned away to go back to his vital task of stalking after Becca while she collected her personal items from the staff room. He was midway through a fresh internal debate over whether or not to talk to her when something compelled him to look at the new arrival again. It was almost as if an enormous, invisible hand had grabbed his head, swiveled it in her direction, and refused to let him look away again.
    He watched as she walked up to the desk Becca had vacated not long ago. While he was forced to watch her, he realized that she wasn't quite like all the other blonde Barbies he'd seen and dated on the West Coast. The platinum hair that spilled down her back was almost pristinely white, barely a hint of yellow color shone through at all. It was so pale that it could only be bleached, yet she had no dark roots clawing their way out of her scalp as if desperate to force her to resubmit to her natural color. Rather, it appeared that the stripped-out white was natural. The fact that her eyebrows were only a few shades darker, made Drew think perhaps it was.
    The new arrival leaned against the counter with a casual stance and looked Kylie, the person now occupying the reception desk, squarely in the eye with a confidence that was rare. Drew would have considered this new sight sexy had his heart not just been crushed underneath the heel of Becca’s boot.
    The way the blonde stood as she chatted with Kylie left Drew with a clear and unobstructed view of her body. He took full advantage and assessed her with an admiring gaze; figuring he might as well considering the odd compulsion to stare at her. Maybe if he took in every feature, he could learn more about why she held him captive. There had to be something his