Breakthrough Read Online Free

was lovely.
    “Needed a break?”
    Jack jumped at the sound of an unfamiliar voice behind him. He looked around and saw a man he guessed to be in his thirties. Shaggy blond hair hung over his clear green eyes, and he wore a snug-fitting T-shirt with a hot pink triangle on it. His yoga pants managed to cling in all the best places.
    Jack’s pulse kicked up a notch even as he tried to remind himself this could be one of the “guests.” Regardless, picking someone up at your son’s rehab center was probably frowned upon in most circles.
    “You could say that,” he answered with a sheepish grin, extending a hand as the stranger stepped closer. “Jack.”
    “Seth.” The smile Jack got was brilliant, warmer than the sun, and Seth’s hand was strong and tender when it met his own. “Gets to be a bit much sometimes, all the talking and sharing….”
    Jack was so relieved to hear someone voice his unspoken thoughts, he blurted out, “God, yes.” When Seth laughed Jack caught himself and said, “I mean, it’s great. It’s working miracles for my son, but….”
    Seth quirked a brow, giving him a knowing look. “You’re just not that guy?”
    “Exactly.”
    “I felt the same way at first too.” Seth stepped closer. He was still a foot away, but Jack could feel the warmth radiating off him. He had to force himself to pay attention to the conversation when Seth added, “It takes awhile to get used to it all.”
    Unsure how appropriate it was, Jack asked, “Are you a….”
    “Guest?” Seth offered with another breathy laugh. “No, I’m not a patient. My brother struggled for most of our lives with drugs, and… well, here I am.”
    Nodding in understanding, Jack told him, “My son has been up and down for a while. This place seems to be helping more than anything else has.”
    Seth chewed the inside of his cheek, looking like he was considering his words before he said, “Probably because he wants to be here. Having a place where they can leave any time they want, where it’s not court mandated but a choice… I think that makes a lot of difference.”
    Jack hadn’t thought of it that way. He had wanted the security of a locked-down facility when they’d first discussed it. “That makes a lot of sense, actually.”
    Flashing another one of those brilliant smiles, Seth’s sea green eyes shined with kindness and teasing and playfulness. “I always make sense.”
    Chuckling, Jack told him, “I’ll keep that in mind.”
    There was a pause, just a second, where Jack thought that something flirty and sinfully dirty was going to come out of Seth’s mouth, but instead Seth said, “I better get back. It was great to meet you.” He offered Jack another brief handshake, which made him feel steadier on his own feet.
    “Nice to meet you too. Maybe I’ll bump into you again.” Jack was stalling, he knew, but he didn’t want to let go of that hand.
    Seth’s right cheek dimpled when he smiled and pulled away. “I don’t doubt it.”
    Jack let himself watch as Seth’s athletic body made easy work of the rough trail. He took in the way the muscles shifted under that tight little shirt and the way his ass moved under the clinging black fabric of his pants. God, I’m ridiculous. Jack felt like an old pervert for a moment before checking his watch. It was almost time for the family therapy session.
    God help him.
     
     
    RICK LED the way up a long spiral flight of stairs, along a hardwood hallway, and into a large room that would have made a beautiful master bedroom. Jack saw more windows than walls, and a set of french doors led out to a small balcony.
    He was surprised to find Seth sitting on a fluffy purple cushion next to one of the windows and wondered whether maybe they had the wrong room or whether their therapy session was for a different time slot.
    “Davey,” Rick said, stepping forward as Seth stood. “This is my dad, Jack; my mom, Marie; and her husband, Doug.”
    Seth stretched as if he’d