All Amity Allows (Fall for You Book 2) Read Free

different. She’d had plenty of time to close her angelic-self off from the world in order to heal after that nastiness.
    “What did you do?” she asked with a barely suppressed chuckle.
     
    Drew threw his keys into the bright bowl on the stand near the front door.
    The ring full of metal struck the side of the dish with such ferocity that for a moment, he thought the glass might shatter. As if he would have cared if it did. If he’d shattered his perfect little bowl—the one that sat at what he considered exactly the right distance from the door—it would just be one less thing for him to dust. One less thing for him to worry about. The fact was that he needed to have less to worry about at that particular point in time. Well, more specifically, he needed to worry less about everything—or maybe he needed to fill his mind with random crap that didn’t matter. Anything to stop his mind from working overtime like it was.
    He looked around the house that he'd moved into just the day before and felt more uncomfortable in the spacious living area than he ever had anywhere else in his life. Everything in the house seemed to taunt him with unfulfilled promises. Even the salmon-pink walls seemed to mock him with their cheer. When he'd first looked through the house, he’d thought his girlfriend—now ex-girlfriend —would adore the uniquely colorful paint. Her possible opinion on all of those things had felt so important to him when he’d found the place. Now that the two letters “E” and “X” had been added between them, all of his choices were meaningless.
    The only reason he’d even leased the house was so he could move away from his father’s place where he’d lived since moving back to Flint, Michigan. Things had been so different just yesterday. He’d been happy then and thought she was too. In the space of just a few short minutes at her house, less than an hour earlier, his worst fear had manifested into reality and he still wasn’t sure how to process that.
    He tried to ignore the sting in his eyes, working hard to convince himself that it wasn’t the burning of tears ready and waiting to fall if he let them. He’d never cried in his adult life and he wasn’t going to start today. Especially not over some woman.
    Admittedly, he was probably the closest to crying he ever had been.
    And she wasn’t just some woman. She was Becca. She was the one .
    He'd been in love with her since the eighth grade. So many of his dreams over the years had been filled with images of her. Her curly black hair and large green eyes. Her soft, pink lips and womanly figure. She’d filled his heart with the promise of love and happy ever after.
    That was nothing more than a fantasy though. The future, which had seemed so bright and full of promise, was behind him now. Shredded into tatters that could never be repaired.
    Even now, each time he closed his eyes, he could hear her laugh and see the sparkle of amusement in her eyes.
    Although circumstances had driven them apart soon after he’d first discovered his feelings for her, he’d thought his return to Flint might have changed that. At least, he'd hoped it would. Maybe she wasn’t the only reason for his return, but he’d only be lying to himself if he tried to deny that she’d been a big part of it.
    In the time he’d been away—almost ten years—he’d half expected Becca to have left the city, married, or at least become deeply involved with someone else, but she hadn’t. He’d only been back home for a few days when he'd learned she was available, and seemed more attracted to him than she ever had been in middle school. For a time, it looked like his risk had paid off.
    It had all been going so well.
    After their perfect reunion, and the wonderful dates that followed, he'd thought that maybe, just maybe, all of his dreams were coming true. It had all seemed like something out of a fairytale or romance novel. Every time he’d closed his eyes when he was