Keeping London (The Flawed Heart Series Book 2) Read Online Free Page B

hallway show a beautiful view of the pool and palm trees below. I remember that one of the biggest selling points for Georgia was this apartment’s wraparound balcony with views of the pool area.
    I don’t bother knocking when I reach her door; instead, I walk right in.
    “Londy!” My sister’s high-pitched screams greet us. Her long blonde hair bounces against her shoulders as she skips toward me.
    “George!” I answer in just as an annoying fashion as I throw my arms around my sister in a tight hug.
    “Oh my God, it’s so good to see you! I thought you would never get here!”
    “It’s, like, ten in the morning,” I deadpan.
    “I know, but you know what I mean,” she responds before directing her attention toward Loïc. “You must be the new hot boyfriend. So good to meet you. You know, you’re the first guy who London has allowed to meet the parents.”
    “That’s what I hear.” Loïc extends his hand to shake Georgia’s.
    She ignores it and hugs him instead. “I’m a hugger,” she says by way of explanation.
    “Loïc, my sister, Georgia. Georgia, Loïc,” I introduce the two of them. “Where are Mom and Dad?” I ask.
    “They should be here within the hour. They couldn’t leave last night, as planned. Dad had some work stuff to do, so they left this morning.”
    “Is Dad really going to make it out?” I question.
    “Yeah, I think he actually is. I spoke with Mom before they took off, and he was on the plane.”
    “Wow, I would have bet money that he would have had something work-related come up and had to cancel.”
    “I know. I feel like I haven’t seen him in forever!” she exclaims.
    “I haven’t. I can’t remember the last time I saw him. Oh, yeah…my graduation.”
    “That was the last time I saw him, too. It was only seven months ago, I guess, so not too long ago.” She shrugs.
    “True, but can we really count that time? He stayed for one picture after the ceremony and then had to leave. He didn’t even stay for dinner.”
    “I know, but that’s Dad.” Georgia sighs. “Leave the luggage here for now. Let’s go sit on the balcony. I just made a fresh batch of sangria. I tried a new recipe, and it’s so good!”
    “Oh, George. Drinking already?” I tease.
    “Hey, it’s five o’clock somewhere, right?” She’s referencing the Jimmy Buffett song; he’s one of my dad’s favorites. He used to blast Jimmy’s music all the time when we were growing up.
    I grab a bottle of water from the fridge for Loïc, and we follow my sister onto the balcony. I ask about the boyfriend my sister acquired during her time gallivanting across the globe this past summer, “So, is Fabio going to make it out?” I murder his name with a horrible Spanish accent.
    “Fabio is no more,” she responds, handing me a glass of sangria before leaning back in her patio chair.
    “What? What do you mean? I’m quite sure that, when you talked about him, the L word was involved,” I say.
    Georgia waves her hand in dismissal. “I got the L words mixed up. I might have accidentally used love when I meant lust or loser . Turned out that Fabio was a three-timing Latino slut. He had a girlfriend on three different continents. Prick.”
    “No! Why didn’t you tell me?”
    “Eh, I just found out this week. I figured I’d tell you in person. It’s not a big deal.” She shrugs.
    “But you really liked him. I’m so sorry.”
    “I’m over it,” she says nonchalantly. “He was fun for the summer, but it would have never lasted anyway.”
    “Well, I guess it’s a good thing that I’ll never meet him.”
    “Why’s that?”
    “Because I wouldn’t have been able to call him by his name without laughing.” I snicker.
    “It is a pretty lame name.” She giggles. “A lame name for a lame-ass loser. It’s for the best. He had a tiny penis anyway.”
    I snort, almost spitting the sangria out of my mouth at the same time. “Oh my God, George,” I say through laughter. “I thought things