Leasing Love: A #GeekLove Contemporary Ménage Romance (Your Ad Here Book 2) by Allyson Lindt Read Free Book Online

yourself get sucked into it.”
    Odd thing to be recognized for, but after last night, she wasn’t surprised. “I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks.”
    “I’ll let you go, so you can beat the rush of top-of-the-hour crowds. See you in the booth tomorrow morning?”
    “I’ll be there.” She shook his hand, then strolled into the hallway. She had to blink a few times, to adjust her eyes to the sudden brightness. As she paused, the full force of nervousness she’d tried to hide from all day rushed back. It didn’t matter how many times she tried to tell herself this was nothing; she couldn’t stop hoping it was more than that.
    The first time Liz married, it was to her high school sweetheart. He and their baby were taken in the same accident that killed her parents, almost a decade ago. The memory clenched and cramped her already churning insides. She forced herself to focus on being in the now, rather than fall into the pain. After their deaths, she withdrew for years, throwing herself into the college education she skipped out on by marrying so young. Volunteering. Anything that distracted her. Thanks to her inheritance, she had a lot of options.
    Then George came along. Suave, sweet, sympathetic. He got her. At least, she thought he did. What he understood was how to tug heart strings and make her believe true love trumped all, including background checks and prenuptial agreements. Untangling his lies led her back to some she’d told herself. For instance, that her attraction to women was a passing phase. She still liked men, too, though. As she told Chloe the night before, she wasn’t choosing.
    Liz realized she stood in the middle of the flow of traffic, people parting around her with grumbles. She boxed up her rambling thoughts. Dinner wasn’t until seven. Three hours. She could only spend so much of that getting ready, even if she dragged it out.
    Crap. What was she supposed to wear? She’d brought plenty of suits, all pressed, button-down, and polished cotton. Possibly for the first time in her life, she wondered if dressing down made more sense. Not that she owned anything casual, let alone brought it with her. Did she care that much about impressing these people? Of course she did. It mattered enough that she kept dwelling on how appropriate it was to ask them about their relationship. We don’t get hung up on things like monogamy. Jordan’s words teased her since last night, pressing into her with memories of kissing Chloe.
    Shopping. She had enough time for that. Would they judge her for not owning any trendy clothes? No, that was totally high school. Which happened to be the last time she dated seriously besides George. She went out with a couple of guys in college, but didn’t have any interest in more with them.
    She used the GPS in her rental car to point her to the nearest place with a Hot Topic. She had no idea how such a small shop took up so much time, but she spent the next hour sifting through racks and stacks of shirts with vintage game characters, references she was pleasantly surprised to get, and jeans not meant for someone with hips as wide as hers.
    New purchases in hand and distraction gone, her mind drifted back to tonight. She handed over her credit card when the cashier gave her a total.
    The girl swiped it once and frowned. Then she swiped the card again. “I’m sorry. The card’s been declined.”
    “Oh. Right. I’m sorry about that.” Liz tried to look casual as she fished out her debit card instead. Yesterday morning rushed back—she never followed up on why the bakery refused her payment.
    “This one too.” The girl handed it back, tone sliding toward annoyed.
    Shit. Liz had the corporate card, but she wasn’t charging that. What else did she have? She sifted through her wallet. There were couple more cards in her name, but she wasn’t interested in going through each one and having them refused until she found out what was going on. Options. What were they? “Give