Beyond Layers: Layer Series Book Four (Layers Series 4) by TL Alexander Read Free Book Online Page A

brow furrows. “What? I don’t understand?”
    Sam pinches her cheeks. “Oh, my gawd! Are you not the cutest little designer, ever?”
    Janet rubs her cheeks as Sam releases them and walks toward the door.
    “Sam,” I call, as she opens it.
    She slides on her sandals and pulls on a sweater she’d hung on a hook just outside the door.
    I speed-walk toward her, not wanting her to leave “Sam, I—”
    She picks up her handbag and gifts me with a quick kiss on the cheek. “See you later, neighbor,” she whispers in my ear.
    “Angel,” is all I can manage, stunned into my own Sam-induced stupor.
    “Janet,” she says, giving her a wave. “It was a pleasure. You be sure to let me know when I can get my hands on a mancrib. I know a lot of manbabies,” she says, and lifts her brow.
    “Um. I… Okay,” Janet stammers.
    Sam steps off the small entry porch and onto the sandy walkway.
    I step out the door, holding up my hand. “Sam, wait up. I’ll walk you home.”
    She dangles a set of keys. “No need, I drove.” She winks and walks down the sandy walkway that leads to the front of the house and driveway.
    I step to the edge of the porch and watch her get into a sun-yellow VW Bug and drive away.
    Janet stands next to me. “What the hell? Who was that?”
    I laugh. “That was my angel.”

I pour another cup of coffee, grab a blanket off the back of a chair, and walk out onto the deck. Draping the blanket over my shoulders, I sink my ass onto an Adirondack chair. Where it will stay until my running man makes his way down the beach. A smile plants itself on my lips as I think about last night. It didn’t turn out how I’d hoped but I still had a good time. I’d hoped it would have ended with Logan and me eating homemade apple-peach pie, whipped cream optional—in bed.
    I look at my watch. 7:35 a.m. He’s late and I begin to wonder if he’s going to show at all. Maybe he’s mad at me for leaving like I did. I’d like to believe he understood why. I shudder despite the warmth of the coffee and blanket. Ex-girlfriends and wives aren’t something I’m good at. Or I should say they’re not good with me.
    I took control of the situation with Janet before she got a chance to run her rather long rhinestone-studded gels down any part of my anatomy. No way was I going to stick around and find out how they felt as they penetrated my flesh. I’ve had a few confrontations with jealous ex-girlfriends and wives, and I’ve learned it’s best to take control of the situation then hightail it out of there.
    I look at my watch again. 7:45. Disappointment and doubt begin to rear their ugly heads. I was disappointed when Logan didn’t find his way to my door last night. Maybe he and Janet got into it, and then participated in wild monkey make-up sex. She is a very pretty woman—nothing like me, of course. She’s much shorter, shoulder-length brown hair, ta-tas big and erect enough to poke your eyes out. What Lex and Jules call bionic tits. I look down at my small chest and long-ass legs. Dang, girl. If he’s into big and erect short brunettes, you are one tall, small-chested chica out of lucka.
    In general, I’m not a jealous person, but I do tend to be possessive. I don’t like sharing. If I stake a claim, it’s mine. But the thing is I’m not staking a claim on Logan. I don’t want more than a fling. So what’s my friggin’ problem? Why am I dwelling on something—some one —I shouldn’t even care about? My friggin’ problem is that I want him. I mean like really want him.We have some major voodoo chemistry. Voodoo chemistry is rare and it can’t be faked. It’s been so long since I’ve felt any kind of chemistry that I was beginning to wonder if I’d ever feel it again. And to know it was within my reach and now—poof. Well, that just fuckin’ sucks.
    I look at my watch. 8:06. Dammit! This is crazy. Me waiting on a guy, a guy I don’t even know. But I can’t help it. I keep thinking about him in