SOMEWHERE IN BETWEEN
Madison Square, Book One
By Samatha Harris
SOMEWHERE IN BETWEEN
Copyright © 2015 by Samatha Harris.
All rights reserved.
First Print Edition: November 2015
Limitless Publishing, LLC
Kailua, HI 96734
www.limitlesspublishing.com
Formatting: Limitless Publishing
ISBN-13: 978-1-68058-350-2
ISBN-10: 1-68058-350-6
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.
DEDICATION
To the men in my life.
Adam, who encourages me,
John, who challenges me,
and Dave, who is my everything.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
EPILOGUE
CHAPTER 1
Drew (Then)
Six years ago…
“Good morning.”
The high pitched whining sound of her voice pierced through my skull like a bullet to the head. Ugh, what the hell is that? I rolled to the side, pulling a pillow over my face in a vain attempt to drown out the noise. My head spun as flashes of memories from last night mounted a full assault on my brain.
“Good morning!” she said again, slipping her hand up my side. My pounding headache intensified, my hangover amplifying the sound of her voice to a near deafening roar.
As if the killer headache wasn’t the first clue to my drunken state last night, the blonde in my bed clinched it. I honestly didn’t remember making it home, let alone into bed with…shit! What was her name? Foggy images shuffled through my head as I tried to remember, but I got nothing. Mandy? No, that was the brunette.
Lifting the pillow, I cracked an eye open to get a better look at my bed buddy, hoping looking at her might trigger something, but my mind still came up empty. She was hot, even with the bed head and mascara smeared across her cheek, but her face was just not registering in my vague memories of last night.
“Hey.” My voice came out rough and hoarse from sleep. Damn! Did her name start with a T? Or maybe an L? While the rolodex of people at the bar last night went through my head, a smile spread across my face. I was hoping to distract her enough so she wouldn’t catch on to my confusion. If this chick realized I had no idea who she was, this whole situation could quickly go from bad to worse.
“Last night was…” She sighed, letting the statement trail off as she absently traced patterns on my bare chest. Compliments about my sexual prowess are always appreciated, but at that moment, I was more interested in getting her out of my bed before she caught on to her mystery girl status. Lucky for me, my roommate saved the day by choosing that moment to bang on the door.
“Dude, get up. We got shit to do!” Sean called.
Sean has been my roommate since the housing office stuck us together freshman year. He was an acquired taste, to say the least. Dude can be kind of crazy, especially when tequila is involved, but you can’t help but love the jackass. He at least has a knack for bailing me out of awkward situations, such as my current predicament.
“Sorry, I got to get going,” I said, quickly jumping out of bed and heading for the bathroom.
One look in the mirror told me it had been yet another crazy night. My sad, rumpled reflection stared back at me from the mirror as I brushed my teeth. My hair was a mess, and the smear of hot pink lipstick that marked my neck told the same old story.
After washing the sleep from my face and scrubbing the lipstick from my neck, I headed back into my room to find mystery girl already dressed and looking for her shoes. Stacy? No. What was this girl’s name? This was ridiculous, even for me.
I tugged on a pair of jeans from the floor next to my bed and pulled open the dresser drawer, searching for a shirt. I found a vintage Zeppelin t-shirt and pulled it over my head while humming “Whole Lotta Love.”
“Got it,” she announced, holding up the pink heel as proof.
“Great. I’ll walk you out.”
I turned the lock on my door and headed into the living room with mystery girl in tow.
Sean was sitting on a stool in the kitchen. His girlfriend, Kerri, was perched on the counter, her lips attached to his face, his hands buried inside her shirt. The two of them were unbelievable, relentless. You couldn’t pry them apart with a crowbar. Now, there is nothing wrong with a little PDA, but waking up every day to the two of them trying to swallow each other’s tongues was not my idea of a good morning.
“Dude, that’s where I eat,” I said for the hundredth time since we moved in to our new place.
They broke apart as my guest giggled behind me. I reached for the front door, still not able to remember her name. Smile, say goodbye, and you are in the clear.
“Call me.” She stood on her tip toes to kiss me goodbye and pressed a small piece of paper into my hand before turning and heading down the stairs to her car.
Once she was out of sight, I glanced at the little slip of paper. She’d written down her name and phone number.
She even left a hot pink kiss print next her number. “Tracy! Thank God! That shit was gonna bug me all day.”
Letting out a deep breath of relief, I pushed the piece of paper into my pocket and headed into the kitchen. I would not be calling her.
Sean laughed and Kerri smacked his shoulder. I grabbed a box of cereal from the counter and tossed a handful into my mouth, crunching loudly on my breakfast with a smile as Kerri glared in my direction.
“You’re an ass, Drew!” she said with a disdainful roll of her eyes. “You better not treat Alex like that.” I would have believed her concern if she hadn’t been examining her nails when she said it.
I raised an eyebrow and tossed another handful of cereal into my mouth. “Who’s Awex?” I asked, trying to speak with a mouth full of corn flakes.
“My roommate,” Kerri replied, her voice taking on that annoyed tone as she narrowed her eyes to slits. She propped one hand on her bony hip and glared at me. I laughed to myself as Sean sank behind her, trying to stay out of the developing argument.
Kerri and I never got along. She was shallow and selfish. She had that queen bee mentality and tended to try and crush anyone who had even an ounce of independent thought. Sean is a good guy. He can do so much better, but you can’t talk sense into a man who is getting laid on a regular basis, no matter how much you try.