Blood Kiss (Savage Security Series Book 1) Read Online Free
Author: Karen Tjebben
always dated the right kind of guys. This man was nothing like the typical guy that she spent time with.
She did like his eyes though. They were a nice shade of green, but they’d clearly seen too much. There was an edge to them, perhaps a haunting that he couldn’t shake. Even as he sat reading the magazine she’d noticed the strength in his face. It was obvious that he liked to be in charge. Was he demanding and bossy? That would be a problem. She didn’t find controlling men sexy. And that’s what made the decision to meet him difficult.
Did she want to open the door of her life to him by meeting him at the shooting range? What were his expectations? Perhaps he’s just a nice guy offering to help a girl out. She rolled her eyes at herself when she realized that was as ridiculous as thinking that having a ‘secret admirer’ was normal.
She pushed against the door and stepped outside. The temperature had dropped, and it was nearly dark. The fall nights came too early. She clicked the key fob, and the car chirped.
Mike saw the headlights flash and headed towards the silver Altima. “We should put this stuff in the trunk,” he said.
She clicked the trunk button on the fob and lifted the trunk door. Her trunk was organized. He liked that. A large, copy paper box filled with files, notebooks, and text books took up the center space of the trunk, while a sweatshirt was stuffed into the corner beside one of the brake lights.
“Here, let me get that,” she said, setting the gun and ammo in the trunk. She shoved the copy paper box aside to make room for the lockbox in the center.
Alisha checked out the muscles in his arms and back as he set the lockbox in the trunk. Was he Dr. Doom or Captain America ?
Mike closed the trunk door and leaned against the car. He stared at the bright orange strip of sky along the western horizon while impending darkness crept towards them from the east. He didn’t want to push her, but he did want to keep her safe. He realized pressuring her wouldn’t help his case, so he did his best to sound encouraging without being overbearing. He wasn’t going to fail this time. This time the victim would survive. “I’m going to head over to Iron Sights,” he said. “It’s on highway 55.”
She liked the sound of his voice. The deep, gentle rumble set her at ease. He sounded confident and capable, and she appreciated that he wasn’t pressuring her. “Yeah, I know it. I’ve past it before,” she said, playing with the zipper toggle on her purse. Her brother practiced at that shooting range.
She still hadn’t decided whether to meet him there or not. She could definitely use the one-on-one instruction, but she wasn’t sure she was ready for one-on-one time alone with him. She knew nothing about him. She really didn’t need more drama in her life right now.
He gave her a crooked smile and dug his key fob out of his pocket. “I’m the black truck.” He pointed to the Titan parked two spaces down from her. “You can follow me if you like.” He gazed into her eyes. He liked the way compassion seemed to pour from them. He could easily get sucked under those blue waves. He’d seen so much tragedy in his life that he craved the innocence and peace so many enjoyed and took for granted.
“Sure,” she said, opening the car door. She tossed her purse onto the passenger seat. “Thanks for your help with the safe,” she said, tilting her head up to look him in the eyes. Even though his face was weathered, she recognized goodness in his gaze. Her gut told her that he was a good guy.
“Of course,” Mike said with shrug. “Happy to help.” And he meant it. He couldn’t go back in time. He couldn’t change the past, but he could help prevent another innocent’s death. Saving people was a habit for him. It was encoded in his DNA. He wasn’t superman, but he did have certain talents that came in handy when lives were on the line.
She slid onto the seat and closed the door with
She did like his eyes though. They were a nice shade of green, but they’d clearly seen too much. There was an edge to them, perhaps a haunting that he couldn’t shake. Even as he sat reading the magazine she’d noticed the strength in his face. It was obvious that he liked to be in charge. Was he demanding and bossy? That would be a problem. She didn’t find controlling men sexy. And that’s what made the decision to meet him difficult.
Did she want to open the door of her life to him by meeting him at the shooting range? What were his expectations? Perhaps he’s just a nice guy offering to help a girl out. She rolled her eyes at herself when she realized that was as ridiculous as thinking that having a ‘secret admirer’ was normal.
She pushed against the door and stepped outside. The temperature had dropped, and it was nearly dark. The fall nights came too early. She clicked the key fob, and the car chirped.
Mike saw the headlights flash and headed towards the silver Altima. “We should put this stuff in the trunk,” he said.
She clicked the trunk button on the fob and lifted the trunk door. Her trunk was organized. He liked that. A large, copy paper box filled with files, notebooks, and text books took up the center space of the trunk, while a sweatshirt was stuffed into the corner beside one of the brake lights.
“Here, let me get that,” she said, setting the gun and ammo in the trunk. She shoved the copy paper box aside to make room for the lockbox in the center.
Alisha checked out the muscles in his arms and back as he set the lockbox in the trunk. Was he Dr. Doom or Captain America ?
Mike closed the trunk door and leaned against the car. He stared at the bright orange strip of sky along the western horizon while impending darkness crept towards them from the east. He didn’t want to push her, but he did want to keep her safe. He realized pressuring her wouldn’t help his case, so he did his best to sound encouraging without being overbearing. He wasn’t going to fail this time. This time the victim would survive. “I’m going to head over to Iron Sights,” he said. “It’s on highway 55.”
She liked the sound of his voice. The deep, gentle rumble set her at ease. He sounded confident and capable, and she appreciated that he wasn’t pressuring her. “Yeah, I know it. I’ve past it before,” she said, playing with the zipper toggle on her purse. Her brother practiced at that shooting range.
She still hadn’t decided whether to meet him there or not. She could definitely use the one-on-one instruction, but she wasn’t sure she was ready for one-on-one time alone with him. She knew nothing about him. She really didn’t need more drama in her life right now.
He gave her a crooked smile and dug his key fob out of his pocket. “I’m the black truck.” He pointed to the Titan parked two spaces down from her. “You can follow me if you like.” He gazed into her eyes. He liked the way compassion seemed to pour from them. He could easily get sucked under those blue waves. He’d seen so much tragedy in his life that he craved the innocence and peace so many enjoyed and took for granted.
“Sure,” she said, opening the car door. She tossed her purse onto the passenger seat. “Thanks for your help with the safe,” she said, tilting her head up to look him in the eyes. Even though his face was weathered, she recognized goodness in his gaze. Her gut told her that he was a good guy.
“Of course,” Mike said with shrug. “Happy to help.” And he meant it. He couldn’t go back in time. He couldn’t change the past, but he could help prevent another innocent’s death. Saving people was a habit for him. It was encoded in his DNA. He wasn’t superman, but he did have certain talents that came in handy when lives were on the line.
She slid onto the seat and closed the door with
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