My Favorite Distraction (Distraction #1) by Stephanie Jean Read Free Book Online Page A

beat up a man.”
    I shifted away from him.
    “And I am a good reader of women; I know you don’t own a gun.”
    I whipped my head around to look at him, and he raised his eyebrow. “I could. You don’t know me. I could have a gun with me in my purse.” I was quiet for a while. He drove, and I looked out the window.
    “She doesn’t have a restraining order on me, but that night I did call the police. They came and arrested her. That’s why her brother and I are no longer friends. He showed up as the police were taking her away , and we said our good-byes. He was really pissed at me.”
    He pulled into a driveway with trees on both sides of us. It was dark, but as we got closer to the house , the lighted circular driveway lit up the outside lawn. He parked in front of the house and shut off the Jeep to look at me.
    “I need to finish . Please, let me finish.”
    I nodded for him to continue.
    “About three and a half months ago , I went to my sister and told her that I have a problem. My sister is studying to be a psychiatrist, and I thought she could help. She brought me home, and my family did an intervention.”
    I started giggling . I couldn’t help it. I was looking at this man who glowed from honesty, confidence, and intimidation. “Continue. How was that?” I asked covering my silly grin and putting my serious face back on.
    "It was eye -opening. I sat down, and they began to tell me things about myself that they saw. They said I was addicted to sex. They told me that other than school, my life revolved around the sex club, and they were right. They offered me help, and I took it. I did outpatient therapy, and I have been sex-free since that night. I actually stay away from all addictive things right now. I have been trying to stay away from you—not successfully. You make it hard.” He blushed at the comment, the lights from the house giving him away. “I talked to you before that day, before the day you paid for my coffee. Do you remember?”
    “I don’t remember you at all before that day.”
    “I asked you if I could sit with you. I was trying to charm you.”
    “What did I say?” There were so many things in my life I didn’t remember, but staring into Jason’s green eyes something seemed familiar, deja vu like.
    “You didn’t even look up from your computer; you told me I could have the whole table because you were leaving. I watched you after that and noticed every time someone talked to you, you shut down and ran. It was mesmerizing to watch you . You acted like there was a bubble around you, and if you didn’t notice people, they wouldn’t notice you. It was like watching a princess hiding herself in public.”
    He saw me…the real me, the person that I hide, the person I was raised to be. He was quiet scrutinizing my nervous movements after that and got out of the car. A dog came running around the corner. I opened my door mimicking his actions to get out. Jason hurried around the Jeep to help me.
    “I can get out without you . I am not fragile.” I was strong and brave. I reminded myself and independent.
    “I am just being a gentleman like I was raised to be.” He frowned and grabbed my bags. I bent down to greet his dog. “That is B o.”
    “What kind of dog is he?” I recognized Bo as the dog that sat in the red Jeep at the coffee house. I already knew this dog. I greeted Bo every morning for the past three months and just like his handsome owner I see a huge heart underneath his black eyes.
    “He is a Rottweiler mainly, but he has a little Lab in him.”
    I put my hand out , and Bo sniffed it. He wagged his short tail and moved in a circle, looking at me. I started to pet his short black fur, and he fell on his back for me to rub his belly, so I did. “Do you run with him?”
    Jason stopped walking and was admiring me loving his dog. “Yes, he loves attention and the outdoors.”
    I followed behind him up the stairs , and Bo trailed. The outside porch was wide, with a