Falling For You Read online Hope Ford (Alpha Hero #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Alpha Hero Series by Hope Ford

Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)

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Falling For You (Alpha Hero #2)

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Hope Ford

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Falling For You: Alpha Hero 2: An Alpha Man, Curvy Woman Romance

She was my friend’s wife. When he died, I tried to help her out. I told myself it was for him. But really it was for her. I fought my attraction for her… until I couldn’t anymore.
When she finds out something that will change her life forever, I step in.I do the right thing, heck it’s the only thing… and then I fall in love.

My life wasn’t supposed to be like this. It’s one thing after another and I can’t seem to get my head above water.
When I’m faced with big news, I cling to the one person that’s here for me… Terry.He jumps right in to help me… I just never dreamed that love would be involved.

This is a Steamy, Sweet, Short Story Romance. No Cliffhangers. This is the second story in the Alpha Hero Series. If you love short romances with insta love, hot love scenes, and a sweet story, then this one is for you.
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I can’t stop myself from checking my watch again. April disappeared into the bathroom almost five minutes ago.

I know I should walk away. I know that she doesn’t want my help or heck, maybe she doesn’t want to even look at me. I’m sure just the sight of me makes her think of Allen, her deceased husband, the man who I’ve worked with at the fire station for the last five years.

I still can’t get it off my mind what she said. She and Allen had been talking divorce for a few weeks before he died. I shouldn’t be surprised, but I am. He never said anything. But really, anyone could have guessed by the way he was always hitting on other women that there was something going on. There were times I just had to get up and leave the bar I was at with him. It was obvious none of the guys were comfortable with it. We all knew he was married. Hell, April is a good woman and I hate to speak ill of the dead, but she didn’t deserve the treatment he gave her.

I look at my watch again. Ten minutes since she ran in there. I look around and when I don’t see any women coming this way, I knock on the door, open it and call her name.

“April? You okay?” I swing the door open and she’s sitting on a chair in the corner. Looking around the room, I can’t help but compare the ladies’ room to the men’s. They are nothing alike.

She’s sitting with her head in her hands. My first instinct is to walk over to her, pick her up, and then hold her in my lap, soothing her and making her forget everything that’s happened in the last month and a half. Her husband dying, moving out of her home and back into her mother’s. If anyone deserves a break, she does.

I squat down in front of her and brush her hair from her face. “April, talk to me, honey.”

She looks up at me then, the first time she’s even acknowledged that I walked into the bathroom. Her blue eyes are pooled in tears and my heart breaks just looking at her. “I’m a horrible person, Tyler.”

Her words catch me off guard. Staring into her eyes, wanting her to know I’m sincere, I tell her, “I can honestly tell you that I know you’re not a horrible person.”

She shakes her head side to side. “You don’t know, you, uh, really don’t know.”

She stands up and walks around me and stands at the sink, her hands locked on the counter and she’s staring back at her reflection in the mirror. She’s looking at herself in disgust.

I walk up behind her and our eyes meet. “Then explain it to me. Make me understand.”

She starts to talk, but then closes her mouth. “You’re the last person I should be saying this to. You’re his friend, his ‘brother.’”

She sniffs and I hand her a tissue from beside the chair she just left. I watch as she wipes her nose. “You can talk to me. I won’t judge you. I won’t think bad of you. I’m sure whatever you’re feeling or whatever you think you’ve done is not that bad.”

She turns to face me and leans back against the counter. She’s looking straight at me, and I know whatever she’s about to say is torturing her. I don’t want to think the worst, but I brace myself for what’s coming.

“We, uh, Allen and I have had problems the last few years. I knew about the drinking--of course I didn’t know he was doing it on fire calls – and I knew about the women. I confronted him many times and he would tell me it would never happen again. We had one last ditch effort to save our marriage around two months ago. I told him it was his last chance. I put everything into that weekend, trying to reignite our relationship. It lasted one weekend and then he was back to his drinking and back to the women. We’d been fighting since. Fighting about the divorce, fighting about the money, God, fighting about everything. When I heard he died, God, I was upset. I still don’t know how to process all of it.” She’s looking at me and I know she’s waiting for a reaction, but I don’t give her one. I stand here silently letting her talk. It’s obvious that she hasn’t had anyone to talk to about this.

When she doesn’t continue, I tell her, “Go on.”

She looks down at her hands then. “Well, it’s not like I was happy he died or anything, there’s a part of me that still misses him, but I’m not mourning him like a wife should be.”

She finishes then and no matter how much I want her to, she doesn’t raise her eyes to mine.