Playing Catch Up (Reagents Protection Agency #4) Read Online Amber Ford

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Reagents Protection Agency Series by Amber Ford
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Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 12162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 61(@200wpm)___ 49(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
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Miguel:
All my life I’ve always wanted one thing.
To fall in love and be happy.
I’ve thought about it happening in a lot of ways, but not the way it actually happens.
I’m a smooth talker, a bit of a player but seeing her for the first time, I finally knew what pure, true love is.
It’s crazy when I say my first true love isn’t the woman I fall in love with, that comes later.
All I know is that I’m never letting either of them go. They’re mine to take care of.

Leslie:
It happened one night six years ago and since then it has been my daughter and me against the world.
But I start to realize that I might not be enough.
She needs a father and I can’t let her go through what I went through when I was younger.
I love her more than life itself.
I used to think that was enough.
I always felt like there was no space for anyone else but my daughter, but little by little he has wedged himself into my heart.
All my defenses crumble until I have no other choice but to let him in.
I can only hope he doesn’t hurt us both.

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Chapter 1

(Miguel)

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“Is this seat taken?” someone questions from behind me.

I’m currently seated on a bar stool but it’s not hard to angle my body to get a look at the owner of the soft voice. My eyes clash with a pair of doe blue eyes and my first thought is, damn.

“Yes, actually. By my date for the evening,” I tell the woman feeling regret.

If I hadn’t had a prior meeting with someone, I would have sought her out first in a heartbeat. The woman smiles, her pouty lips turning upward and transforming her whole face before she takes the seat anyway.

Interesting.

“I’ll have a beer, please,” she tells the bartender while I lean away to get a better look at her. She has a beautiful face with a gorgeous body and legs for days. Her gorgeous body is currently enclosed in a short silver gown that hugs in all the right places and shows off her ample cleavage. Again, all I can think is, damn.

Although, I’m not sure why she took the seat reserved for my date. Unless….

Shit.

“Are you my date?” I ask the woman hopefully, flashing a grin and leaning in closer. My date is supposed to meet me here around 6pm. It’s a quarter past 6 so maybe it’s her. She’s so beautiful, I’ll even forgive her tardiness.

She smiles again and I want her to continue to smile at me like that for the rest of the time we spend together.

“It would appear so,” she mutters and I’m left confused.

“Okay….” I say for lack of a reply.

She raises her hand to take a hold of the cup of beer that the bartender had placed in front of her. It’s then I notice that she’s trembling. But it isn’t even that cold here. I stand up immediately and shrug off the black leather jacket I’m wearing and place it on her shoulders.

“Oh, that’s fine. I’m not cold,” she tells me, but I notice she hugs it tighter to her body.

“Really?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.

“I mean, I am but it’s not really that cold. I’ll be fine.”

She attempts to return the jacket but I place my hand on hers to stop her. The touch sends a tingling sensation through me.

“No, wear it. You’re obviously trembling,” I tell her.

“Yes but that has to do with nerves not the cold,” she answers, confusing me again.

“You’re nervous, why exactly?” I ask collecting my jacket when she holds it out to me.

She takes a deep breath and stares into my eyes for a second. It’s deep and creepy because I feel like she can see into my soul with those eyes of hers. They’re light blue and seem almost delicate. Like they could break easily and yet staring into them feels like looking into the clear sky.

“You really don’t remember me, do you?” she asks sadly. I tilt my head to the side in confusion.

“I’m really sorry but am I supposed to? I’m not sure we’ve met before.”

I would like to think I would remember a pretty face like hers. I’m also starting to think that it was a bad idea to go on a blind date with someone I don’t know. My friend arranged it and he refused to tell me anything about the woman. Only that she would find me on her own. I was drawn by the mystery but now I’m starting to get worried.

“Who are you?” I ask her.

“My name is Leslie Morgan,” she answers and I try my best to recollect but her name doesn’t sound familiar.

“Ring any bells?” she asks and I shake my head no.

“Really?” she says with a bitter smile. “That’s odd, you’d think you would remember the name of the woman you made a child with,” she says easily. I choke and I swear the air gets knocked out of my lungs.


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