Being With You (The Redemption Series) Read Online Free

watching two freight trains barreling toward each other when you two cozied up together like that. You do what you gotta do, but just know that Peyton is still hoping that one day you’ll find your way back to each other, Tristan. Don’t completely toss that one away yet.”
    It was hard to think straight with Gabriel standing so close to his face, giving him ultimatums about Susy, while telling him to not give up on his ex-girlfriend, Peyton. In fact, Tristan was half-panicked thinking about Gabriel talking behind his back with her. Were the two of them working on some type of plan to get him locked back up again in the mental hospital? He knew immediately that was bullshit; he dismissed the thought before it could even form completely in his mind and then obsess about it.
    The next thought wasn’t any better, though…in fact, it was worse. Peyton needs to move on and stop worrying about him. It would be better for her to get on with her life with someone else. Bile rose in his throat as he envisioned some other fucker holding her in his arms, or Peyton giving someone that tinkling laugh that always made him smile. It would almost be too easy for him to storm back to her house, take her in his arms and claim her lips until she slid into oblivion with him again. But she was better off without him. She needed someone whole who could make her life easier, not add to her stress level.
    Plus, Tristan needed to get his shit together on his own, not with someone always holding his hand and helping him every step of the way. It was bad enough he’d ended up living with Gabriel, but at least the man usually didn’t get too involved with Tristan’s life, other than the occasional lecture on taking meds. The pair shared the household chores, and Gabriel usually didn’t interfere with his personal life or lack thereof at all.
    So, for all intents and purposes, Tristan felt like he was slowly inching his way back to being on his own feet again. By himself. All alone. No wonder it felt so fucking good to hold a warm woman in his arms again. And he’d nearly fucked Susy up against the wall. Being a virile twenty four year old without a woman to share his bed with at least every once in a while was getting on his nerves.
    Gabriel had left him to his thoughts to start counting the till and closing out the register beside him. Tristan pulled himself out of his inner ramblings and worked on cleaning up what was absolutely necessary behind the bar, leaving the restocking for the next day. Susy smiled at him the few times she walked passed him, and even joined in on the razzing going on between the employees over who’d made the most money that night. Tristan was always the winner in that department as he was good at remembering detailed lists in a flash and had a knack for keeping conversation flowing nicely as the regulars and the new customers mingled together. It was like he was getting paid to shoot the shit with anybody and everybody, all while mixing drinks or pouring beer in frosty mugs. It was a damn good way to make a buck, and Tristan was proud of his job and the money he was making.
    “Well, that old creep McKenley seemed to be pretty free with his money tonight. He gave me quite a few twenties and all I really had to do was let him pat my rear a few times more than normal. So I bet I win tonight,” Susy playfully jeered at another female waitress who had worked the other dining room.
    Tristan couldn’t help the low growl that came out of his chest at the thought of some dirty old bastard touching his staff like that. Money shouldn’t make a person think they could act like a fucktard, no matter what the size of the tip. It made it even worse that he’d laid his hands on Susy, but he would have been just as pissed no matter which one of the wait staff was getting harassed like that.
    “Susy!” he yelled over the loud music that was playing on the stereo system in the main rooms. “No one fucking touches you no matter