Dangerous Beauty: Part Four: Beautifully Broken by Michelle Hardin Read Free Book Online

refrigerator, knowing that they’d made both of his favorites tonight.
    “Lasagna, and Reanna’s famous peach cobbler.”
    “Oh, so you do remember my name.”
    Kyle stood up quickly when her soft voice hit his ears, startled by her abrupt appearance behind him. “What the hell, Reanna?” he laughed. He would never understand how she did that to him all of the time. He once prided himself on his exceptional perception, but then he’d met this woman.
    The only person in the world that could sneak up on him.
    Kyle shot her a playful glare. “You can’t keep sneaking up on me like that, woman! I’m too old. You’re going to give me a heart attack. That’s not very good babysitter etiquette”
    “I’m not your babysitter, Kyle,” she grumbled, adjusting her incredibly thick ‘night time glasses’. “I’m a photographer. A famous one. And you’re lucky to have me because I’m in very high demand, and my time is extremely expensive.”
    Kyle’s mouth dropped open in feigned shock. “You’re charging me now?”
    Her frown only deepened. “You can’t afford me,” she shot, her soft voice raising a little … well, as much as it could at least. Reanna had a very smooth, naturally soft voice. Walking forward slowly, she turned her nose up at him. “Lucky for you, though, Sofia already paid me tonight in the form of hugs, and her magical princess kisses.”
    Only Reanna could make a man like him smile at something so damn cute. He didn’t respond to her after that; he only watched her as she made her way to the cabinet, and she stood on her toes, reaching for a glass. She looked incredibly adorable. Her short frame inhibited her from reaching anything. She was about the same height as Carterina, but her body was fuller, very sexy, and thick in all of the right places. Her wild curls were both messy and beautiful at the same time, and she was sporting a pair of his grey jogging sweats that were far too long for her, and an equally oversized T-shirt of his. Kyle loved when Reanna wore his clothes. Her sweet scent would linger on them even when she went back to the home she shared with her sister in Pleasant View.
    For another second or two, he stood back, watching as she reached for a glass in his high cabinet. He knew he was being an asshole. He definitely could have helped her, but he didn’t for two reasons: one, she’d barely said a word to him when she’d walked past him a second ago, and two, the higher she reached, the higher the shirt went up, and the better his view of her ass got.
    “Okay,” she pouted, ending her attempt at getting her own glass.
    When she turned around to face him, Kyle’s eyes quickly shot up to hers. “Hmm?” he asked, smiling innocently.
    Man he hoped to God she hadn’t caught him looking at her ass. He’d never been one to shy away from showing his attraction to a woman, but Reanna was different. Kyle was a little intimidated by the … strength of the attraction he had to her. He didn’t understand it. When he’d first met her he’d been so struck by her quiet, subtle beauty that he’d literally been unable to move. She had the most stunning face, so lovely, so natural. Her smooth, dark mahogany skin was striking, and contrasted beautifully with brown eyes, which were a shade or two lighter. She never wore makeup, or attempted to enhance her God-given beauty with designer clothing or excessive jewelry. Kyle was pretty sure the only jewelry she owned was the gold locket she always kept around her neck. Her sister had an identical one, so he was sure it was a sentimental piece. Other than that, though, Reanna looked nothing like the type of woman Kyle was usually attracted to. But there was just something about her. Her soft, kind voice, her sweet smile, her calming presence, and the way she loved his daughter just made him want her so fucking bad. His feelings for her were the type of feelings that he wasn’t ready to explore. They were too deep, too eternal.