Read Online Connected (Twists of Fate #1) by Jolyn Palliata - Free Book Online

as she stood.
    “I would have gotten your door for you,” Jonathan said, coming around the car.
    She smiled. “That’s okay.”
    She knew Jonathan preferred to act the part of a gentleman whenever possible, but she needed a minute to compose herself. Sure, she could ignore Rhys till she was blue in the face, but she was sure her annoyance showed clearly in her expression, and that, she couldn’t have.
    He held out a bent arm. Unable to stop the renewed tremble of nerves, she slid her arm around his, allowing him to lead her down the path to the water.
    Addison. You’re tripping down a thin line here. A very fucking thin line. I’m talking, anorexic thin. Wasting-away-to-shit thin. Non-existent thin. I know what you’re thinking. I can feel that shit, so shut it down. Now!
    Addison forced smile at Jonathan before looking at the water, missing everything the man next to her was saying because the voice in her head was too damned thunderous to ignore.
    “…dinner?”
    She only caught the end of Jonathan’s question, and turned towards him. “Excuse me?” He slowed their pace, then stopped altogether. Lifting a hand, he trailed his fingertips across her jaw. “You seem distracted.”
    She glancing down, then up. “Just a little tired, I guess.” Jonathan’s gaze softened as he curled a knuckle under her chin and tipped it up. He looked from her eyes to her lips and back again, silently asking permission to kiss her. Her lips curved as she stepped closer, giving him all the consent he needed.
    His lips were soft as they pressed into hers, his mouth gentle as he pulled her closer, and his tongue seeking as it slid against hers. She moaned her assent as she wrapped her arms around him.
    Oh, hell no. Cut that shit out, Addison! Hey, woman! Hear me now! Cut. That. Shit. Out.
    Addison jerked in Jonathan’s arms, drawing his concern. “Addison?” She shook her head and sought his mouth out again. When their lips made contact, Rhys began wailing mock guitar riffs in her head. Loud.
    She pulled back and stared at Jonathan, unable to shake the stupor Afterlife Leech was putting her in.
    “Addison, you don’t look so well. Do you need to sit down?” She held up a finger indicating she needed a sec as she looked down to her feet, letting her hair fall forward to hide her face.
    Enough Rhys! Stop it!
    His response was immediate and livid.
    Do you realize how fucking disturbing it is to feel you kissing some douche bag?! I feel like I’m kissing him…and enjoying it! That’s wrong on so many different levels that I don’t even know where to fucking begin!
    Addison made a gagging sound as Rhys pushed what he was feeling into her; offended, nauseous, defiled, outraged... Like something wiggled its fingers into the depths of her soul and desecrated it, made her part of an experience she was elementally against.
    She’d made Rhys feel like that?!
    Totally disgusted, she blocked their link.

    Don’t you dare block me! he snapped, sounding as if it were through gritted teeth.
    Dammit, Rhys! What do you want from me?!
    She didn’t get an answer.
    “Addison?” Jonathan tipped her head up again.
    Affected by what Rhys made her feel, she failed to control her expression. What he saw couldn’t have been good; he dropped his hand, stepping back.
    “You’re not into this at all, are you?” He smiled gently and gestured back towards the car when she didn’t respond; still too shocked, and pissed, to form words. “I’ll take you home.” She nodded like an idiot, allowing him to guide her back to the car—again, with Jonathan’s hand at the small of her back, and Rhys mentally bristling at the contact.
    They were pulling into her driveway before she finally regained coherent thought.
    “I’m sorry, Jonathan. I just…” She just what? What could she possibly say? Sorry, but there’s a rock star in my head that feels violated by your touch. “I guess I’m still not one-hundred-percent since my surgery,” she