Reunited
*come together or cause to come together again after a period of separation or disunity.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Also By Jodi Kae
Reunited (Saved By Love, #3)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
Chapter Twenty-five
Chapter Twenty-six
Chapter Twenty-seven
Epilogue:
Revenge
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Author’s Bio
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Romance suspense by
Jodi Kae
Reunited
Copyright © 2016 by Jodi Kae
Reunited is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, places and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Warning
This book contains scenes of violence, mild sexual content, graphic language, and other aspects that some may find disturbing.
Reader discretion is advised.
Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Warning
Chapter One - Fate
Chapter Two - Obsession
Chapter Three - Meet
Chapter Four - Chance
Chapter Five - Perfection
Chapter Six - Enigma
Chapter Seven - Search
Chapter Eight - Intuition
Chapter Nine - Hide
Chapter Ten - Loss
Chapter Eleven - Suffering
Chapter Twelve - Survive
Chapter Thirteen - Rescue
Chapter Fourteen - Solace
Chapter Fifteen - Sight
Chapter Sixteen - Family
Chapter Seventeen - Home
Chapter Eighteen - Begin
Chapter Nineteen - Reconnect
Chapter Twenty - Indulge
Chapter Twenty-one - Betrayed
Chapter Twenty-two - Nightmare
Chapter Twenty-three - Crazed
Chapter Twenty-four - Unstable
Chapter Twenty-five - Matrimony
Chapter Twenty-six - Ecstasy
Chapter Twenty-seven - Elated
Epilogue
Chapter One
Fate:
*the course of someone’s life, or the outcome of a situation for someone or something, seen as outside of their control. *be destined to happen, turn out, or act in a particular way.
~Savage~
What happens next is shocking, even to me. I have never believed in love at first sight. I mean come on, what guy would? Especially for one like me who grew up in the foster care system with no family to call my own. I was taught at a very early age never to want or ask for anything because more than likely you would not receive. Wanting only left me disappointed and heartbroken. Knowing I didn’t want to end up a statistic had me working my ass off for everything I have: a career, a home of my own, financial security and vacation time. At twenty-four years old, I feel stable for once in my life.
My partner, Jax, is the typical badass FBI agent and we get along great. His career started with the Navy Seals and mine with the Police Academy. Even though we started out differently before joining the FBI, we think alike; both of us determined to rid the world of terrible people. The last few cases we have been on together involved abuse in foster homes and it hit too close to home for me. Knowing this, Jax asked our boss to put me in for an early one-week vacation, so I am headed to Miami to stay with my childhood friend, Tag.
Miami is the place to go if you’re single. With a view to die for on Miami Beach Boardwalk and nights of endless pleasure to be had with no commitments, it’s just what I need; you can’t get better than that. The ocean water is blue-green and the beach is dotted with women who dress in very little, making the views all around spectacular.
Tag and I walk down from his condo and neither one of us can look straight ahead. Our bobble heads giving me whiplash as we gawk at the women in all directions.
“Shit! Dude, I have lived here for six months and I’ve never seen the beach this crowded.”
“I have two words for ya, Tag. Spring Break.” Tag and I were in the foster care system together and we stayed in touch after high school. He was the closest thing to a brother I’ve ever had. From the age of 12 to 18 we were neighbors, both of us in foster families. Six years was the longest amount of time that either one of us spent in one home. I honestly believe that if it weren’t for him, I would have spent the last six years of my childhood in many different homes. We kept each other grounded and out of trouble. Hell, half of our neighborhood families had one or more foster kids living with them, so it was dubbed Foster Lane. After high school, I headed to Boston in search of familial roots and Tag headed to Miami in search of a surfers dream, but we have always stayed in touch. He purchased a condo right on the boardwalk claiming his revolving door policy is working out well for him.
“Holy mother nature! Would ya get a look at that?”
Stepping down onto the sand, I glance at Tag to see that he has pulled his glasses off and is staring intently at the water. Turning my head in that direction, it is not the ocean that captures my attention, but a blonde in a red bikini that is barely covering her perfect rack. “Dibs.”
“Goddammit, Bro, I saw her first.”
“You shoulda called it.” I know it sounds childish, but Tag and I have the same taste in women, and the only way we kept from beating the shit out of each other was to call dibs. It is an honor code we live by and the reason we have remained friends to this day. To both our disappointment, an overly tan, steroid freak with dark blonde hair strolls up and plants one on my dream woman. Steroid Joe moves the blonde to the side so he’s not squinting into the sun and I get the perfect view of a perfect ass. “Holy mother nature is right.”
A wave of jealousy slams into me as Steroid Joe slides his hand down to cup said perfect ass, then dissipates when she slaps his hand away. He throws his hands in the air and begins a heated conversation with the perfect blonde. Anger swamps me as I watch her shoulders curl in like she’s trying to make herself seem small and insignificant; less of a target. Before I know what I’m doing, I am marching across the
