A Demon's Desire (Demon Brothers' Trilogy Book 2) Read Online Free

interaction with this demon would only lead to heartache, then heartbreak. She touched the mound beneath her apron. She had something—someone—other than herself that she had to think about now.
    Just as she was about to tell him to leave—again, the door to the diner opened, the light tinkling of the bell totally at odds with the tension radiating between her and Rafe. She turned away, greeting the couple who had entered and leading them to a table. It didn’t matter where they sat, she was the only waitress on duty.
    Taking the pen and pad from her apron pocket, she took their order. In minutes, the door opened again and the dinner rush had begun.
    ~*~
    Rafe sat at the counter, growing angrier by the minute. It was almost eight o’clock and he had been here at least four hours. He had no fucking clue how long Julie had been here. All he knew was that with each passing moment, her steps grew slower and her energy waned. No one had come to relieve her. No one had come to help her. She’d handled the steady stream of customers on her own, with some help from the cook bussing tables.
    When he’d gotten up to help, she’d shut him down with a look he’d seen all too often on his mother’s face when she’d looked at his father. Help me and die . Women, especially strong, independent women took contrariness to such an extreme it made males want to bend them over their knees and slap their asses until they were bright red. His cock hardened behind the zipper in his jeans. Julie’s dark brown eyes met his and he read the stubbornness in them, in her. His heart kicked up a beat and the demon inside him rose to the surface. Here was a woman worthy of being his he thought with all the arrogance of his kind—which was a demon male.
    Thankfully, no more shifters came in. He wondered again, what that had been about. Taking his phone from the pocket, he texted his brother Remington. If anyone knew what was going on, it would be him. All three Conroy brothers were bounty hunters like their father before them and his father before him. Not exactly an honorable profession, dragging escaped souls back to hell, but then, being cursed to spend eternity in hell—while still living—kind of skewed your whole outlook on right and wrong.
    Finally, almost two hours later it was time for the diner to close. As soon as the last customer left, Rafe was on his feet, locking the door. There were still tables to bus and dishes to wash. He strode to the kitchen. Minutes later, he was taking the wet cloth from Julie’s hand as she bent over, cleaning off a table. “Let’s go.”
    “I can’t leave yet.” She tugged at the cloth, but he wouldn’t give it back. She gave a sigh of exasperation, let go of the wet rag and picked up the plastic bin loaded with dirty dishes, and moved to another table.
    Rafe followed right behind her. “I’m not telling you again.”
    Well, that got her attention, he thought with a smile. She turned around slowly, her eyes flashing fire that would have done any female demon proud. “That’s right, you aren’t telling me anything, buster.” She poked her finger in his chest, but he didn’t mind. He didn’t mind how Julie touched him, just as long as she did.
    The kitchen door swung open and the cook, whose name Rafe had discovered was Joe, strolled out, another large plastic tub in his hands and the ever present ear buds in place.
    When she caught Joe’s eye, he gave her a nod and a thumb’s up. “What did you do?” Her question flew at Rafe.
    Rafe straightened to his full height and flexed his shoulders, hoping to intimidate her. She leaned closer instead of away and he had to smother a smile. They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. When it looked as if she wouldn’t back down he said, “Damn it, woman, quit being so stubborn. I’m the one making the decisions here.”
    He could almost hear his brothers and his father laughing at him as the words spilled from his mouth. A man