Breaking Through (Atlanta #3) by Kemmie Michaels Read Free Book Online

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    "No, not this time," he said, trying to smile without coming off as nervous. "This time is a quick visit. Sophie missed you."
    Jenna looked shy and excited at the same time. "You did?" she asked as she turned to his little girl. "Well that's ok with me because I missed you, too. Since you're not going to see the doctor, can I have this picture to keep for me?"
    Sophie smiled and nodded while she reached for the purple highlighter again. "Jenna's picture. I make it pitty"
    "Thank you," she replied warmly. She glanced up at Luke again with her deep eyes and shy smile.  
    "Hey, I was thinking," he started awkwardly, hoping he had a playful tone in his voice. "I have a pretty smart daughter over here, and she seems to like being around you. I think I should follow her lead on this one."  
    Jenna gazed at him with wide eyes of melted chocolate. She smiled so warmly through the hint of surprise on her face. Her shyness made her even sweeter as she tried to figure out what to say. But she didn't need to say anything until he asked his question. God, he hoped she would say yes.
    "Do you want to have dinner with me? Maybe Friday?"
    Sophie joined their conversation. "Go eat muggets. Those are yummy."
    Both Luke and Jenna laughed. That little girl was brilliant in her role of ice-breaker.  
    Jenna looked at Sophie with an appreciative smile. "I like muggets, too. Maybe when I eat dinner with your daddy on Friday I'll order some. Sound good?"
    Sophie nodded again. "And fry fries."
    Jenna smiled so brightly as she moved her eyes from Sophie up to Luke. "Muggets and fry fries?"
    "We may go a little nicer," he smiled. "But whatever you like."
    Jenna smiled and wrote her number on a sticky note and handed the little paper to Sophie. "Can you give this to your daddy?"
    Sophie nodded and handed her picture over to Jenna in trade. "Jenna's picture."
    "Very pretty! Thank you. I'm going to hang it on my refrigerator at home, ok?"
    "Ok," she smiled back and reached for her daddy, sticky note in hand. "Here dada."
    "Thanks, little girl," he answered warmly, then turned his smile to Jenna. "I'll call you tomorrow night."  
    He saw the sweetest smile on Jenna's face right before he turned toward the door. He smiled, too, when he read the lines on the little paper. Her full name, her phone number, and a smiley face. She even smiled in ink. He read the name again. Jennalyn Roche , what an appropriately beautiful name for her. Jennalyn.  
    Holy hell , he loved her name almost as much as he loved her smile, and he would get to see her smile again only two days later. He couldn't wait to spend time with her, so close to her peaceful warmth for an entire evening. Maybe he would even spend time holding her delicate hands or kissing her beautiful lips. But no matter how gentle the image, his body reacted with pure power. He knew he would have to use his newly-practiced control to keep himself gentlemanly for their date.  
    Without controlled effort, he could easily throw her down and take her hard. Every previous one of his fuck-buddies had wanted it that way: no relationship, wild sex. Not Jenna. No way did the term "fuck-buddy" apply to her in any way. He barely knew her, but he already understood her sweet nature. As cheesy as the word sounded in his head, he knew Jenna should be cherished. He wasn't sure he would know how, but at least he understood the concept.He'd do his best for her. She seemed worth his effort.

    Jenna went from having gooeyness inside all the way to having molten gold swirling through her belly. That's the only way to describe the feeling of too-gorgeous-to-be-true Luke Baylor coming to the clinic for no other reason than to ask her out. Jenna laughed about his shamelessly using his daughter to start the conversation for him. Jenna didn't mind. She and Sophie had an easy connection, and that little girl should spend time with her dad, even as an excuse for a conversation. Jenna giggled at him for being just sly enough