Off the Grid (Full Throttle, #1)

by K. Bromberg

If my dad can face his demons, then I can too. We can both confront them together.

Like something I desperately need, as if I’m drowning and Camilla is the only thing that can revive me.

So I’m beginning to think she’s purposely avoiding me. I’m not a fan of the feeling. And I’m even less of a fan of the man who sidles up beside her and slides a hand onto her back. He leans in and whispers something in her ear. She looks up at him and blushes, her eyes alive and lips curved up into a smile. I don’t like it. I don’t like it at fucking all.

lets out a big sigh as his gaze lands on my lips and then grins. “Hi again.”

“Camilla. Look at me.” He waits for my eyes to flutter up to his, and the serious expression in his eyes shocks me. “You. You’re the other thing I want.”

“Because you deserve it.” Another kiss. “Because sometimes you need a minute away from the chaos to enjoy this life we live. Because . . . because I wanted to do something special for you.”

Her eyes meet mine and I’m fucking sucker-punched with what I see in them. Trust. Love. Desire. Her. Just fucking her.

He stares at it with the most bittersweet of smiles and then whispers, “Victory is sweet.”

Until this moment. Because right now, as I hear his words, I realize that is what Camilla and I have become—a team. And I know which team I must choose.

“The no-strings one. I’m in love with you. Can’t you see that?