Against All Odds Choices (2ndt in a series of contemporary romance books for Kindle) by Sarah Amerson Page B
Authors: Sarah Amerson
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a tight nod and carried on
watching the crowd.
Leo was a
different case, though.
When I gave
him his drink, the same drink we had when we first met, flashes of our first
night together came crashing down on me. The part of me that badly wanted him
questioned again the reasons why I wouldn't let him devour me like that night.
I kept saying
that he wasn't good for me. I kept telling myself that he lived a life that was
everything I was against to. I kept reminding myself that no good would ever
come out if I gave this thing we had – whatever it was – a chance.
And yet . . .
He haven't
done or shown a single thing that made me run to the opposite direction. In
fact, he had shown me nothing but sweetness and thoughtfulness. Yes, he might
have came off a little controlling occasionally. But honestly, I wouldn't be
attracted to someone who I could easily dominate. I wanted someone who could
protect me and make me feel safe, control me in a way that wasn't overbearing.
Basically, I wanted someone who could match up to me.
As much I
didn't like to admit it, those traits were in Leo.
I guess that's
why I'm so afraid to get close to him after that first night. Because I know
that if I see him again, there's a big possibility I'll fall for him.
'What's wrong
with falling for him?' a part of me asked.
'Because,' I answered
myself, 'I don't want to get involved with his other life. I've had enough
of their kind in this lifetime.'
The blocks of
ice in the glass rattled as Leo took a drink, bringing me back to reality. My
eyes instantly found his face. He was still clean-shaven, and his black hair
still contrasted his pale skin. His broad and defined jaw lines never failed to
impress me. He acquired such smooth features to someone who looked quite manly.
He looks so
neatly handsome that it actually hurts a little to think I can never have him.
Oh, my God. How pathetic am I to think like that?
“Yo, Bri,”
said George.
I almost
jumped in surprise. I forgot he was there.
“Yeah?” I
asked.
George took a
last gulp of his beer, and stood up.
“I gotta
bounce,” he declared, reaching over the counter for a brief hug. I
automatically leaned closer to receive it, fairly aware that Leo's eyes were on
us. “Thanks for the beer. Send my regards to Ariana and Sarah. Take care, you
hear?” he added, pulling away and looking me in the eye to show me he was
serious.
I guessed he
was talking about my psycho ex-boyfriend. He knew all about it, see.
“I will,” I
told him, smiling reassuringly. “Now you go be a kick-ass lawyer.”
He laughed.
“Someday.” With that, he made a move to leave. He paused behind Leo, staring at
him for a moment like he was still trying to identify where he'd seen him
before. Giving up, he headed for the door and left.
“So let's
finish that discussion we had last night,” said Leo.
I looked at
him. Inwardly, I wondered if he didn't feel a tiny bit jealous. Wasn't he
wondering who George was in my life? Or maybe he simply didn't care?
Hold on, why
did I want him to be jealous? Geez.
“Leo,” I
started, but I didn't know how to end the sentence so I just shook my head.
“So your dad
was a cop,” he stated when I didn't speak, “and mine is . . . a businessman, to
say the least. But you failed to tell me why exactly that's a big deal.”
“I told you,”
I sighed, my brows furrowed. “I don't want drama in my life – and I don't want
to live a dangerous one, too. I've had enough of that. Plus, we have very
different beliefs. I don't approve of everything that you claim to love last
night. And I don't want to be caught up in that sort of thing in any way.”
Leo didn't
speak for a moment. We just stared back at each other, not breaking
eye-contact. I hoped he understood what I was trying to say. It was harder to
explain than I thought.
If truth be
told, I expected Leo to nod and accept what I just said. I expected him to be
serious. Out of everything, I did not expect him to
watching the crowd.
Leo was a
different case, though.
When I gave
him his drink, the same drink we had when we first met, flashes of our first
night together came crashing down on me. The part of me that badly wanted him
questioned again the reasons why I wouldn't let him devour me like that night.
I kept saying
that he wasn't good for me. I kept telling myself that he lived a life that was
everything I was against to. I kept reminding myself that no good would ever
come out if I gave this thing we had – whatever it was – a chance.
And yet . . .
He haven't
done or shown a single thing that made me run to the opposite direction. In
fact, he had shown me nothing but sweetness and thoughtfulness. Yes, he might
have came off a little controlling occasionally. But honestly, I wouldn't be
attracted to someone who I could easily dominate. I wanted someone who could
protect me and make me feel safe, control me in a way that wasn't overbearing.
Basically, I wanted someone who could match up to me.
As much I
didn't like to admit it, those traits were in Leo.
I guess that's
why I'm so afraid to get close to him after that first night. Because I know
that if I see him again, there's a big possibility I'll fall for him.
'What's wrong
with falling for him?' a part of me asked.
'Because,' I answered
myself, 'I don't want to get involved with his other life. I've had enough
of their kind in this lifetime.'
The blocks of
ice in the glass rattled as Leo took a drink, bringing me back to reality. My
eyes instantly found his face. He was still clean-shaven, and his black hair
still contrasted his pale skin. His broad and defined jaw lines never failed to
impress me. He acquired such smooth features to someone who looked quite manly.
He looks so
neatly handsome that it actually hurts a little to think I can never have him.
Oh, my God. How pathetic am I to think like that?
“Yo, Bri,”
said George.
I almost
jumped in surprise. I forgot he was there.
“Yeah?” I
asked.
George took a
last gulp of his beer, and stood up.
“I gotta
bounce,” he declared, reaching over the counter for a brief hug. I
automatically leaned closer to receive it, fairly aware that Leo's eyes were on
us. “Thanks for the beer. Send my regards to Ariana and Sarah. Take care, you
hear?” he added, pulling away and looking me in the eye to show me he was
serious.
I guessed he
was talking about my psycho ex-boyfriend. He knew all about it, see.
“I will,” I
told him, smiling reassuringly. “Now you go be a kick-ass lawyer.”
He laughed.
“Someday.” With that, he made a move to leave. He paused behind Leo, staring at
him for a moment like he was still trying to identify where he'd seen him
before. Giving up, he headed for the door and left.
“So let's
finish that discussion we had last night,” said Leo.
I looked at
him. Inwardly, I wondered if he didn't feel a tiny bit jealous. Wasn't he
wondering who George was in my life? Or maybe he simply didn't care?
Hold on, why
did I want him to be jealous? Geez.
“Leo,” I
started, but I didn't know how to end the sentence so I just shook my head.
“So your dad
was a cop,” he stated when I didn't speak, “and mine is . . . a businessman, to
say the least. But you failed to tell me why exactly that's a big deal.”
“I told you,”
I sighed, my brows furrowed. “I don't want drama in my life – and I don't want
to live a dangerous one, too. I've had enough of that. Plus, we have very
different beliefs. I don't approve of everything that you claim to love last
night. And I don't want to be caught up in that sort of thing in any way.”
Leo didn't
speak for a moment. We just stared back at each other, not breaking
eye-contact. I hoped he understood what I was trying to say. It was harder to
explain than I thought.
If truth be
told, I expected Leo to nod and accept what I just said. I expected him to be
serious. Out of everything, I did not expect him to
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