Sunday (Timeless Series #7) Read Online Free

to think about?” I asked. “I love her. I loved you too, but I never thought you were my soul mate.”
    “Because I wasn’t,” she said gently. “But Rose is.”
    “I don’t know…”
    “I’m not going to sit here and convince you. But if you took the time to think about it, you would realize the truth is staring you right in the face.”
    “How did you know Hawke was yours?”
    She sighed. “That’s a loaded question. I have an answer—but it’s long.”
    “I have nowhere else to be.” Because the woman I loved didn’t want to be with me. I was sitting inside Francesca’s beautiful home, the place she made a family. The jealousy coursed through me because I wanted what she had.
    “The first time I saw him, I felt something. I looked him in the eye and felt an immediate attraction. At the time, I mistook it for lust. He’s a good-looking man and every girl has the same reaction to him. But when our relationship didn’t work out, I still wanted him in my life—even if he was just my friend.”
    My eyes were glued to Suzie’s face as I listened.
    “I knew he was meant to share his life with me, whether as friends or lovers. And even though it hurt that I couldn’t be with him and I knew he spent his nights with other women, I still stuck by his side. Just being near him made me feel better. The further my heart was placed from his, the more it ached. But when they’re right next to each other, the agony stops. And as time went on, I realized I couldn’t live without him. Before we broke up, I knew I would never love another man as long as I lived—not the way I loved him. If you can have a wordless relationship with someone, one that lacks physical intimacy, then you know you found the person who shares your soul. Just staring into each other’s eyes is enough intimacy to make you feel a whirlwind of emotions. There’s not a specific reason I feel this way. When I’m with him, I just know.”
    Was I crazy for thinking all of that made sense?
    “After everything you just said, it sounds like you know exactly what I’m talking about.”
    “I do…”
    “I don’t think it’s a coincidence she went through the same thing your sister did. I don’t think it’s a coincidence this is what you’re passionate about. I think it’s a sign. I think she’s the one.”
    When I reflected on my relationship with her I remembered all the strange experiences I couldn’t explain. Just hugging her gave me more satisfaction than sex. I was content staring into her eyes and never looking away. When I found out she’d been raped, my reaction wasn’t one of hesitance. I knew I could put her back together. I knew I could fix her.
    Francesca studied my gaze, trying to read the look in my eyes. She used to be able to decipher me, but now it wasn’t so easy. The sound of jiggling keys came from the front of the house, and then the front door opened.
    Hawke.
    Should I be terrified I was caught alone in her home? Would he pound on me until my face was so bloody I couldn’t show up to court the next day? There was no point in trying to hide now.
    “Muffin, I’m home.” His heavy footsteps sounded from the front of the house.
    “In here.” She was just as calm as before, not showing any sign of concern.
    Hawke walked into the living room wearing slacks and a collared shirt with a tie. He was just as muscular as he used to be. Being a father and a husband hadn’t stopped him from going to the gym. His eyes fell on Francesca and their daughter, love written all over his face. Then his gaze switched to me.
    Instead of being livid like I expected, he walked over to me and extended his hand. “Hey. Came to see my daughter?”
    I eyed his hand in surprise before I took it. “Yeah. She’s beautiful.”
    “Thank you.” He dropped his hand then walked to the other side of the couch. He kneeled in front of Francesca and gave her a slow kiss on the lips. Francesca melted right in front of me like I wasn’t even