Return of the Jerk (Sweet Life in Seattle, Book 2) by Andrea Simonne Read Free Book Online

they encounter her bare legs, they stay there for a while. Eventually, they go back to her face, and Blair is surprised by what she sees in them.
    Those golden-green eyes are heated. She’s seen that look in them once before and liked it.
    Turns out, she still likes it.
    Standing so close, framed by Isadora, Blair notices something else, too, something she can’t believe has never occurred to her before, and she’s thunderstruck.
    That green she painted Isadora. The one she painstakingly picked out herself. The one that took her months to decide on.
    It matches the color of Road’s eyes.
    My God, what a fool I’ve been.
    All this time, she thought she was over him. That she didn’t love him anymore. Only an idiot would love someone for so long who doesn’t love them back.
    Apparently, I’m an idiot.
    “What’s wrong, babe?” Road is looking at her with concern now.
    “Don’t call me babe.”
    “You look upset. Tell me why?”
    She shakes her head and closes her eyes. “I can’t.”
    “You really want to drive Isadora that bad?”
    Blair nods. “Yes, I do.”

CAN’T BELIEVE I’M letting a woman drive me around in my own damn car.
    Nathan watches Blair behind the wheel. He gave in when he saw that bleak expression on her face, wondering what was really going on in her head. It felt like a kick in the chest, seeing her so forlorn.
    He shifts position, trying to get comfortable. It’s awkward sitting in the passenger seat. He runs a hand over the red pony leather, admires the shiny new dash, and has to hand it to Blair and Brody. They did an incredible job with Isadora. The ride is really smooth—and Blair is right, she’s easily worth triple her value.
    Not that I have any plans to sell her.
    Still can’t get over the color though. Green?
    “Seriously, Blair, I have to ask what you were thinking painting my car green.”
    She glances over at him with those pretty hazel eyes. “It’s not your car anymore.”
    “Yes, it is.”
    “Isadora is mine now. You can see how much money I’ve put into her.”
    “I’ll write you a check to cover your loss.”
    He watches her hands grip the steering wheel. “I don’t want your money!”
    Nathan smiles at her tenacity. He likes that she’s fighting for what she wants. She’s fighting a losing battle, though. “Maybe you’ve forgotten, but I own the title to this car. She’s legally mine.”
    “And I’m still legally your wife. So, I guess that makes her half-mine, too.”
    He shakes his head. “Nice try, but I owned this car before we got married. She doesn’t come under community property.”
    His Uncle Lance gave him Isadora as a gift for his sixteenth birthday. She needed a lot of work. Didn’t have the money back then to really fix her up, but he got her running well, at least.
    Blair goes silent, plotting her next move no doubt. He’s sure she’ll come up with something.
    He thinks back to her accusation earlier about him smuggling drugs. Like I’d do something that nuts. It had shocked him. Where the hell did she come up with something so crazy? It’s true his family can get rowdy, and some of them are tap dancing around the law regularly, but muling drugs?
    He chuckles to himself then leans back.
    There’s a nice breeze blowing, and they have Isadora’s top down. The radio’s playing the Beach Boys’s “Wouldn’t It Be Nice” and Nathan relaxes, takes in the sense of peace.
    Forgot how much I enjoyed this car.
    He notices the wind is blowing Blair’s scarf around, and it makes him want to pull it off and grab a handful of that dark red hair. Blair’s a pretty woman. He’s always thought so, even when they were teenagers.
    Have to admit, she knows how to handle Isadora, too. Goes easy on the clutch, doesn’t hit the corners hard. She looks good sitting there with her elegant profile. A classy babe all the way. If they were living in the Middle Ages, she’d be highborn for sure. There’s an understated glamour about Blair—not