Sweet Haven (The Sweet Series Book 2) Read Online Free

Evans I’ve encountered over the years doesn’t seem like the type of girl to put up with any shit. Hell, just tonight I thought she was going to rip my balls off for the way I gave her a hard time. She had no problem dishing it right back to me. So, how the hell did she end up with a guy like him? And where the hell is her family in all this?
    The thought reminds me of the comment Stephanie made to her earlier tonight. She had her back to us but everyone at the table could feel the pain pouring off her. It pissed me off, not only toward Stephanie but also her whole family, and I didn’t need another reason to not like them.
    It shouldn’t matter to me. It’s not my business. She’s not my business, but I can’t seem to help it.
    As we pull up to her apartment complex, she directs me to her parking stall. Climbing out, we meet in front of her car, and I hand her back the keys.
    “Thanks,” she says softly, her gaze fixated on the ground. “How are you going to get home?”
    “I’ll walk.”
    “You can take my car if you want, and I can pick it up tomorrow.”
    “It’s fine, I’ll walk.”
    She nods, her eyes remaining on the ground. “Listen, Jase. I would really appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone what you saw tonight.”
    I stare down at the top of her blonde head, my jaw flexing in irritation. “Really, Sam? That’s all you have to say?”
    She finally lifts her head, her emotional eyes narrowing in anger. “What do you expect me to say? Do you really think this is easy for me?”
    “I want you to say that you’re going to report him and press charges.”
    “I told you it won’t matter! What part of that don’t you understand?”
    “I’m trying to but it makes no sense. I fucking saw it happen. I’ll give a statement.”
    “Your statement doesn’t matter. He’s very influential, Jase.”
    “Oh bullshit.”
    “It’s true.”
    “You’re really just going to let him get away with it? What if he comes back?”
    “I’m sure he won’t. Not after what you did to him. His ego is too bruised.”
    “Do you really want to take that risk?”
    She expels a frustrated breath. “Look. I really don’t have much choice. Trust me, going to the police won’t help. If anything, it could make it worse. Besides, I only have a few more months left here then I’m gone.”
    I tense at the last bit of information. “What the hell are you talking about?”
    “I’m moving to Charleston this summer to be closer to my family,” she whispers, my chest restricting at the information for some damn reason. “When that happens, I’ll never have to see him again.”
    “Yeah, instead it will happen to someone else, but at least you’re in the clear.” It’s a low blow and I know it, but I’m too pissed off to care right now.
    Her teeth grind but there’s no denying the dark pain that enters her eyes. “I don’t expect you to understand.”
    “And I didn’t expect you to be the type.”
    Shit! Why can’t I shut up?
    “What type is that?”
    “A doormat.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them, regret tearing through me the second they’re said.
    “Fuck you,” she seethes, jamming her finger in my chest, but tears shine bright in her emerald eyes, striking me right down to my core.
    “Sam, listen I—”
    “No, you listen . You don’t know me, or anything about me. You have no idea who I am. So you can take your judgment and shove it up your ass!” Spinning in place, she takes off inside, a sob falling from her in the process.
    “Fuck!” My fist connects with a tree but the pain shooting up my arm does nothing to dull the burning sensation I have in my chest. I think about going after her but decide to cut my losses before I fuck this up even more.
    I walk around the building, making sure that asshole’s car is nowhere in sight, then start my long ass walk home. During the hour that passes, the fresh air does nothing to ease the fire raging inside of me, because the