Like Glass We Break (Glass #2) by Kari Fisher Read Free Book Online

last four days. If someone does not find her soon, there’s a good chance she won’t be waking up again.
     
    ***
     
    There’s a knock at the door. Renae is sitting on the bed in her hotel room, across from a large mirror that sits seemingly unsecured on the dresser. She debates whether or not she should just pretend she’s not in the room, but then she stands and looks out the peep hole on the door. It’s Scott. She should have known. She stands for a second, frozen—unsure whether or not she should open the door. Although Sophie had slept with several of Renae’s boyfriends growing up, they had always moved past it. Perhaps it was time for Sophie to see just how it felt.
    Renae shakes her head. She can’t do that to her best friend. She leans toward not opening the door. I’m not here, just go away.
    “Room service.” Scott laughs. “I’m just kidding, Ren. Open up. I know you’re in there.”
    No, he doesn’t. How could he possibly know I’m in here?
    “I can see your shadow under the door,” he continues.
    What? No. There’s no way. Renae glances down at her feet and there is barely a crack under the door.
    “Open it, Ren. I’m not going to bed for a while and it’s going to be a long, boring night. Let’s at least go downstairs for one drink. I’ll buy. I just really want some company.”
    She looks out the peephole again. That chiseled jaw, those perfect cheek bones. The dimples. Oh, the dimples.
    Scott is grinning. “Come on, Ren. Don’t be a party pooper.”
    Renae unlocks the door and opens it just a crack. Scott immediately pushes his hand in and throws the door back. The security chain is on and the door snaps to a halt.
    “Whoa,” Renae whispers.
    “Sorry, I’m just really excited. Get dressed, let’s go. Nice pajamas.” He grins through the four inch opening of the door.
    “Okay, give me a couple minutes,” Renae finally agrees.
    Scott backs away from the door, and Renae closes it, locking the deadbolt. She pulls her light blue t-shirt over her head, revealing a pink leopard print bra that snaps shut in the front. It has jewels on both of the cups that make it look expensive and delicate.
    In the hallway, Scott leans back against the wall. He pulls Sophie’s cell phone out of his pocket again. Two more text messages from other men. That filthy whore. He sends a message to Renae’s phone.
     
    Sophie: Scott and I aren’t seeing each other anymore.
     
    Renae’s phone beeps and she takes a look at the message. Perfect. If she isn’t interested in him anymore, that indirectly gives Renae permission to go ahead and date him—or just play with him. She pulls her panties off from under the black pencil dress she’d put on and replaces them with a tiny pink lacy pair.
    She grabs her black clutch and opens the door. Still leaning against the wall, he glances up at her, and then down to her body again.
    “Wow, that was quick,” he says, impressed. “You look great.”
    “Thanks. Looks like you clean up well too.” She grins.
    It’s not like she’s never seen him in a shirt before. He wears a shirt every day to work. But this—this was different. He definitely put some thought into this. He styled his hair and wore his glasses. Renae wasn’t sure how he knew, or if he even knew—but she loves glasses on a man. They make him look sophisticated and intelligent; not that he wasn’t, normally, but he looked even more so now.
    “Where are we going?” Renae asks.
    “Where would you like to go?” Scott answers her question with another.
    “Well, I really don’t want to walk far. It’s pretty chilly out.”
    “I think I saw a restaurant just down the street that looked pretty interesting. Let’s go check it out,” Scott suggests.
    The cold air nips at Renae’s bare legs. She briefly wonders to herself why she does this—why she dresses so uncomfortably to impress guys she’s interested in. When she sees Scott check her out from the corner of his eye, her question is