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

pulled his helmet over his head, thinking of Sophie again sitting on Jenna's lap.  
    The memory alone touched Luke deep down. With Jenna, he saw how a child should be loved. Jenna listened to Sophie and treated her words as important. She appreciated his little girl's squiggles as genuine artwork. Jenna spent time and attention making Sophie feel valued and special. Her own mother didn't even treat her with such care and attention. Jenna's loving dedication came naturally from deep within. How fucking beautiful .
    Spring heated up early this year, so even in March he could take them out on his bike for the evening without worry. As he kick started the engine, his mind remained focused on Jenna. Due to her sweet nature combined with her beautiful hair and deep brown eyes, he knew he was already lost to her. If she didn't want to see him again after tonight, he would be crushed. He experienced a connection with her which almost frightened him. She already owned a piece of him, even before their first date. How much would she own by the end of an evening together?
    The entire ten minute trip to her apartment, Luke replayed in his mind the sweet phone call from the evening before. He was sure she smiled the entire hour they talked. He was shocked at how easy it was to stay on the phone with her. He'd never been much of a sit-and-talk guy. Less talk, more action: that was his style. Not that he wasn't desperate for a little action from Jenna, but talking with her had been more satisfying than he expected. The simple connection between them gave him confidence their date wouldn't be awkward at all.  
    On their relaxed phone call, they talked through the basics of family background, schools and jobs, and some opinions on movies and music. The conversation hadn't been deep at all, but so damn easy. They spent so much time getting to know each other he forgot to ask about dinner. He had no idea where she'd like to go, but he knew he'd take her anywhere. He'd figure out a way to get her to Paris if she asked.
    Luke smiled behind his helmet, thinking about her still. His smile only widened when he made the final turn onto her street. He saw the big duplex she described and the exterior side staircase that led to her door. He dropped the kickstand and hung his helmet from the handlebar. With one quick rub of his hand through his high-and-tight haircut, Luke was ready to pick up Jenna for their date. He climbed the steps two at a time and took a deep breath before he knocked.
    "Hi," she smiled when she answered the door. She smelled so good…fresh and almost woodsy. What was that scent? Certainly not a sharp, heavy perfume. No, this was something subtle and more natural, and absolutely intoxicating. And he caught a glimpse of Sophie's picture hanging on the fridge. Fucking beautiful .  
    One short second passed before he took in the rest of her. Her blond hair hung down in soft waves well past her shoulders, even resting along her breasts. Lucky hair. She had a brown shirt which matched the color of her eyes exactly, adding depth to the already fathomless windows to her soul. And like he hoped, her jeans hung down a little low on her hips, accenting her feminine curves sinfully. Her shirt was a little too long to see her tummy but he certainly didn't mind. She was beautiful.
    "Hi," he finally managed to say. "You look great."
    "Thanks," she answered with her shy smile. "You, too."
    Luke smiled and asked his most nerve-wracking question of the night. "Do like motorcycles?"
    "Um, I don't really know. I've never ridden on one. Why?"
    "I drove my Harley here. If you'd rather not ride I can go get my car, but I'd love to take you out on it. What do you say to a first ride? This is a perfect night for it," he added with hope.
    "Wow…uh," she said with more nervousness than he would have liked. Still, Luke knew she'd probably love the experience. The warm wind alone was worth the ride, but the thought of her sitting against him made him want