I Speak...Love (A Different Road #3) Read Online Free

lanky, thin girl I used to be as a child. Oh, it was terrible being a wiry redhead with gobs of freckles and a body like a string bean to boot. Which, is why I’m extremely grateful Kate insists I take her yoga classes for free . . . because I like . . . no, love my food. I do try to pay her, but she gives me a dirty look every time I do.
    After class, Kate searches me out through the crowd and narrows her eyes at me.
    Oh, shit. What did I do?
    She weaves through her clients and makes a beeline straight for me, loops her arm through mine, and then pulls me into her office. Sadie follows closely behind us and stays glued to Kate’s heels.
    “I need to drop off some paperwork at Mason Group,” she says, letting go of my arm.
    “OK?” I question, confused.
    I’m not quite sure what that has to do with me. She grabs a few files from her desk, then she latches onto my arm again and pulls me back through the studio.
    “Wait! I can’t go over there looking like this!” I say, digging in my heels.
    I dragged my ass out of bed, put my hair up in a ponytail, brushed my teeth, then came here without caring who saw me in yoga class, and now I’m a hot, sweaty mess. The term hot mess doesn’t even come close to describing what I’ve got going on. I’m for sure not dressed or look anywhere near decent enough to go inside a classy place of business like Mason Group!
    “There’s nothing wrong with the way you look. What’s wrong with how you look?” she asks, looking me over from head to toe. “You look just like me,” she fires back. “Come on, Sadie, let’s go see River,” she calls.
    Ha! Like her brother, Stephen, I think Kate needs glasses. Kate and I look absolutely nothing alike. Sadie’s tongue happily lolls out the side of her mouth, and she immediately falls in step with Kate and follows us to the door. I wonder if Stephen is in the office yet this morning. Kate pulls me out of the studio, and we walk arm-in-arm the two doors down to Mason Group, as I nonchalantly pick a sweaty, unladylike wedgie out of the crack of my ass.
     

 

     
    I quickly close the lid on my laptop as, who I hope is, Maddy gently knocks a knuckle on my closed office door. She slightly opens the door and looks inside. Her striking green eyes, that always seem to pierce straight through me, immediately find mine and take my breath away. I clumsily stand from my chair, pushing it backward into the credenza with a loud thud, then walk around my desk, as she opens the door all the way.
    She’s wearing loose fitting workout clothes, and her silky, shiny red hair is pulled back in a ponytail high on the top of her head. She has the sweetest smile on her lips, and her face has an energized, rosy glow. Sexy freckles line the bridge of her nose, then cascade down her high cheekbones. Her hairline is slightly wet, and she’s not wearing an ounce of makeup, yet she looks flawlessly beautiful. Her tank top reveals a splattering of golden freckles on the tips of her shoulders, then they spill all the way down her arms to her fingertips. I suddenly find myself wanting to play connect the freckles with my tongue.
    “Morning,” she says and smiles at me, breaking me out of my stare.
    “Maddy, what are you doing here?” I ask, then realize how rude it must have sounded.
    “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I was next door at yoga class, then I came here with Kate while she dropped off some paperwork for River,” she says, then her brilliant green eyes fade an entire shade of green.
    River and Kate, and their damn yoga studio. I hold equal shares in this company and neither one of them consulted with me or asked my opinion about opening the yoga studio. I think River did it more out of guilt for how he had been treating Kate. Kate Mason Yoga is an extension of Mason Group. River took it upon himself to lease the building two doors down and give it to Kate. He made it available for all Mason Group employees to use for free. I get it, I