Rundown (Curveball Book 2) Read Free

about. 
    I
try to talk myself out of reading the article, but it’s pointless. 
I’ve tortured him enough; I might as well torture myself too. 
The article described Drew’s night in great detail and it makes me
wonder how they got the story in the first place, and if any of it is
actually true.  The author was so kind as to list several of
Drew’s past conquests, in case readers weren’t familiar.  In
the past, it would have been completely like Drew to take someone
home from the bar.  I’d like to think he’s progressed past
that, but maybe I’ve caused a relapse.  
    I
toss my phone on the bed, finding that I’m getting more agitated.
 It’s like I’ve created my own personal hell.  I can’t
admit to myself that he’s moving on.  Call it denial or
stupidity, but after three days I can’t accept that, and I can’t
stop thinking about him either.  I tap my foot against the floor
in frustration.  Sleep is definitely not an option right now so
I throw on my bathrobe, grab my phone and quietly head downstairs.  I
round the corner to head into the kitchen, when I slam into Sarah.
    “ Ahh,”
I quietly yelp, clutching her by the shoulders as warm liquid oozes
down my front. 
    “ Oh,
I’m so sorry, Breanne.  I didn’t hear you coming.  Did
I burn you?”
    “ It’s
ok.  I’m fine, just wet.  What are you doing up?” 
    Sarah
retreats to the kitchen and quickly returns with paper towels.
She gives me a handful before she crouches down to clean up the
floor. When she stands back up, I notice how tired she appears.  In
the midst of all my drama, Sarah’s had quite a bit herself.  Her
youngest son, who is a sophomore in college, decided to live on
campus this year instead of commuting from home.  Without
children of her own to keep her busy, there was no longer a buffer
between Sarah and her husband.  They both decided last week that
it was best to separate.  Sarah is keeping the house for now,
but while her husband looks for an apartment and packs his things,
she’s going to be staying with me and the kids.  
    “ I
couldn’t sleep so I came down and fixed some tea.  I thought I
heard crying and was just coming up to check on the kids.”
    “ The
crying was actually me.  I had a nightmare.”
    “ Do
you want to talk about it?” she asks, rubbing my arm.
    I
shrug.  “I think it’s all the stress with the
investigations, and how I left things with Drew.”
    “ Have
you heard from him?”
    I
shake my head.  “No, but I just came across an article about
him enjoying a night out on the town with some bimbo.” I open the
browser on my phone and pull up the article.  Once it loads, I
hand Sarah my phone so she can read it herself.
    “ He
looks…wasted.”
    “ And
happy.  I think it’s a hint.  If he hasn’t already,
he’s at least trying to move on.”  
    “ Love
doesn’t just evaporate in a matter of days, Breanne.  Take it
from me…it takes much longer than that.  I’d say he’s
trying to numb the pain.”
    “ I
doubt that.  It’s not like we’ve been in love that long.
 Maybe it was just infatuation.”
    “ Your
heart doesn’t care if you’ve loved him for days or years, what
matters is how you feel.  As I’ve told you before, it’s
obvious that you two are in love.”
    “ Maybe,”
I mutter.
    “ You’re
not really going to give up that easily are you?  That’s not
like you.”
    “ I
don’t want to give up, but I don’t know what to do.  He
won’t return my calls and I’ve exhausted every option for getting
ahold of him.”  
    Sarah
raises her eyebrow and smirks.  “You’re not thinking hard
enough, my dear.  You two are linked in more ways that you
realize.  Use your connections.”  
    “ My
connections?” I ask, confused by what she’s implied.  
    I
ponder this for several moments until I grasp what she means.  Once
I do, a shit-eating grin spreads across my face.   Why the
hell didn’t I think of this before?   For the