Breathe Me In Read Free

dorm. She had been home for the weekend for our mother’s birthday, and I was ashamed to admit, I’d been more than ready to take her to the bus station for her return trip to Boston. I couldn’t take the giggles and selfies.
    As Kasey made a face, she took the food and walked with the baby three feet to the nearest bench.
    Just as I was pulling my phone out to call for help, my free hand brushing the girl’s hair off her face, she came to with a start, sitting straight up, panic in her eyes. “Where’s my son?”
    She tried to turn her head, her hands pressing to the floor to hold her up, her eyes momentarily rolling back into her head.
    “He’s fine, I promise. My sister is feeding him right over there.” The baby had obviously been hungry. He was gripping the food pouch tightly and sucked enthusiastically.
    Shit. That made me sigh, even as I was relieved the girl had come to and looked okay, just a little shaky. I couldn’t just walk out of this bus station without seeing the mother was okay. And I was going to have to pull out my wallet, because she needed a meal before she passed out again without me there to catch the kid. My eyes swung back to her. She was biting her lip and staring at her son, her shoulders sinking in relief. After giving a shuddery sigh, she went onto her knees and paused, like she couldn’t quite make it to a standing position.
    If you looked past the hollow eyes and cheeks and the wretched dye job done on her beautiful blond hair, she was a pretty woman. There was something exotic about the length of her nose, the sharpness of her cheekbones. Her amber eyes.
    “When was the last time you ate?” I asked her.
    She glanced at me, her expression guarded. “I don’t know. Don’t worry about it.”
    “How am I supposed to not worry about it? You passed out. I don’t think it’s the flu or drugs or diabetes, and you don’t look like the diet pill type, so my conclusion is you’re hungry.” When she didn’t respond, but tried to rise on shaky legs, I reached my hand out to take hers to steady her.
    She ignored my offer of help. “Thanks, Sherlock. Now why don’t you go off and suck Watson’s dick and leave me alone.”
    I didn’t like how easily she brought up dick sucking. That was twice now. It made me aware of my own sadly neglected cock and that was the last thing I needed right then. I was pretty sure she’d seen me looking at condoms and she was right. I’d been buying them to go out the following weekend and release some tension by getting laid. For some reason, her disdain made me uncomfortable.
    “You’re welcome,” I said, because if she could be stubborn, I could be as well. “And you know, when someone shows concern for you, it is usually a good idea to not be a bitch to them.”
    “I’ll remember that for when someone is showing me concern.”
    Yep. Definitely stubborn. And because I’m a disgusting human being, I found it just a little bit sexy. I liked her feisty independence, her determination to take care of herself.
    “Well, you know, I always hang around watching chicks pass out because there’s something in it for me.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m Kane Dermott, by the way. Yes, I am an off duty police officer. No, I’m not going to arrest you. I have no agenda, I just don’t want to see a baby that cute fall to the ground when his stubborn mother passes out again.” This time I forcibly took her hand, whether she liked it or not. Her skin was clammy, but she didn’t resist. Her cheeks even bloomed with a hint of color, like my touch unnerved her. “Now come on, unless you can prove to me that you have any money in your bag, I’m going to buy you a sandwich, then you can carry on with your life. No thanks even needed.”
    She frowned, like she wasn’t sure what to say, or if she should believe me. Had literally no one been nice to this chick? That was pretty fucking sad, that she was suspicious of someone wanting to feed her a sandwich when