Transcending Nirvana (Dark Evoke #3) Read Online Free

breakup. Liam DeLaney had connections, he had money, and what’s more, he had the determination and the sick, twisted views and judgments that I knew he would put into play, just to get me back.
    Liam DeLaney, manipulator extraordinaire.
    But I kept that information to myself. That was another element I was used to: secret knowledge.
    “Don’t, it’s not worth it,” I sighed, cautious that Walker would see through my façade, that he would uncover my unspoken trepidation.
    His fingers combed through my hair. “Don’t go back,” he whispered almost unconsciously.
    “Never.”
    That sexy as fuck dimple roused from slumber as he smiled favorably at my one-worded promise. “Well then, today, darlin’ is your first day of freedom.”
    I didn’t have the heart to tell him that I wasn’t entirely sure of that statement. So I merely filled my lungs and plastered on a smile. If time and experience had taught me anything, then that was another thing I was good at.
    Once my world was sent out of orbit with a head spinning kiss, I was left feeling bereft when my leg was unhooked from his hip. I could have stayed there with us glued together all day, and been exceptionally happy. Riveted, I watched as his back tensed and shifted as and he pushed himself from the bed, causing, not only the panther to writhe and alter, but my heartbeat to intensify also. And when he shoved his burly, tattooed arms through his tank top, each sinew of his back tormented my increasing hunger before he whipped it over his head.
    “Coffee?”
    “Actually, I really could do with a shower first,” I told him, at the same time, my hands sinking into the mattress when I pushed myself free, resulted in the iron headboard colliding with the cracked, terracotta plaster of the back wall. He was already waiting by the door, his hand casing the doorknob, when I dropped from the bed and strolled towards him in nothing more than his T-shirt, covering the flesh to my mid-thighs.
    “’Aye, I’ll get it running for you now, darlin’. Have a look through the drawers and pick something to put on for when you’re done.” Before I even had time to answer, he was already out of the door, whistling his way to the bathroom.
    For a man, the contents of his drawer was surprisingly tidy, with boxers folded and placed in order on the left, while his T-shirts were settled on the right with not a crease insight. He could have removed them straight from their plastic sheathing, they were so precise. It felt somewhat regimented, and in a sense, intimidating. I didn’t want to be the sole cause of any disorder in his well-organized drawer, so I simply chose the white T-shirt and pair of boxers which were lying on top.
    The discordant noise of screeching pipes and low rumbling, like someone was drilling a hole through next door’s wall, startled me through my brief inspection of his CD collection, which was stacked haphazardly on the chipped, wooden surface of the dresser. Nickelback, Linkin Park, Placebo…Although it was rock and not my usual taste in music, there was one thing I was sure of: I wouldn’t be able to listen to Nickelback without thinking of him, and without thinking of last night, ever again.
    Walker was standing alongside the tub, his hand under the torrent checking the temperature of the water which was spewing from the steel showerhead, when I entered with my chosen articles of clothing. It reminded me of the old fashioned showers we used to have in the girls locker room in high school, only this one had a cream curtain. On the lid of the toilet, I set the clothing down and snaked my arms around his middle. “Jesus, Kady, you scared the shite out of me,” he gasped.
    “I’m not surprised with the argument your pipes are having.”
    “Yeah, I’m sorry about that. A quiet shower is another thing I can’t offer you; think I should start making a damn list.” Not only did his head and hip drop along with the weighty sigh of his words, but the