Temptation, The Complete Serial Series 1-4 (The Temptation Serial Series) Read Free

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    When I reached the landing, I again regretted the decision to take the last apartment in the row. The second and last apartments had been available when I first rented it, but I liked the idea of only having a neighbor on one side of me. Tonight, my feet and legs were hating that decision.
    Lumbering toward the red door, the hair on my arms stood on end. Overhead was a security light that was always on at night; automatically flicking to life when it got dark enough to trigger it. But tonight, the one next to my door was out. It just burned out. Light bulbs do that. All. The. Time. Nothing is wrong. He wasn’t around tonight.
    Holding my key tightly in my fist, I started to push it into the lock, but the door gave way and creaked open. I’d locked it. I knew I did. I double checked.
    I quickly walked backward, leaving my key in the door, and then ran like hell to my car, which sucked. My keys were still in the door to my apartment. I grabbed my cell, fumbled to find my favorite contacts, and hit Morgan’s name.
    “Hello?” she answered in a chipper lilt.
    “Morg?”
    “Are you okay? Is your car okay? Is that asshole messing with you again? Do you need a ride home?”
    I sniffed and looked back toward the stairs that led to my home. “Not exactly. Have you left the city?”
    “No. We’re at Luxor.” My brain registered the sound of the slot machines in the background. Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Morgan loved her slots. “But we can come right over.”
    “I think he was in my apartment.” My voice broke and so did I. I couldn’t take this shit anymore.
    “We’re on the way, but hang up and call nine-one-one, Brooklyn. Right now, okay?”
    I sniffed. “Okay.”
    The dispatcher at nine-one-one took my name and address, and then told me to hold on the line until the police arrived. I paced in the scant light of the single street lamp we had in the lot. My feet felt like they were going to fall off, but the nervous energy forced me to move. Sitting still would’ve driven me insane. I wouldn’t have been a passenger on the cray-cray train…I’d have been its engineer.
    All aboard, bitches!
    It wasn’t cold outside, but the shivers took hold and my teeth chattered despite my attempts to clench them together. It was one thing for this psycho to bother me at work, but holy shit, it was another for him to invade my personal space. If he even did. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe I’m just too tired. One thing was for sure—if he didn’t enter my house, he’d burrowed into my mind. He was like a damn dog tick that was embedded and refused to let go. I’d dealt with ticks my whole life growing up in rural Illinois, and I knew you had to burn their asses to get them off of you. Illinois: Land of Farms and Ticks. Oh, and turtles! Snapping turtles were like that. I watched Discovery. Those bastards wouldn’t let go until lightning came, or something like that. Holy shit. I’m losing my mind.
    Morgan was on her way, I reminded myself. She was my best friend in the world. Having run from her own shit storm of family expectations, Morgan Sinclare came to Vegas to disappear. But I found her and she found Shane “The Judge” Justice, MMA-badass and her soul mate. Now she was Mrs. Justice and I was glad to have them both in my corner, especially tonight.
    Shane tore into the parking lot one moment before the police did and I was tackled by Morgan before I could even squeak the words “Hello,” “Thank you for coming,” or “I can’t breathe.”
    Shane looked beyond pissed, which was saying something since he was always sort of broody in a totally hot way. I was happy for Morgan. She and Shane were trying to start a family, though she wasn’t knocked up yet. She assured me they were screwing like rabbits to make it happen. Because of this, I didn’t want to put her in danger. I just didn’t know who else to call.
    Shane was starting up the steps when Las Vegas Metropolitan’s finest pulled