Foster Siblings 3: Brokedown Hearts Read Online Free Page A

made years ago, this was his new life, and he was stuck with it whether he wanted it or not.
    Turning back around, David swung open his room door but stopped dead the moment he looked up. Across the motel lot, a dark-haired man pulled a duffel out of the backseat of his car, hoisted the bag over his shoulder, and David couldn’t breathe. He’s so beautiful.
    So big, the man had to be at least six feet five. His shoulders and chest were wide as a mountain; his hair was as rich a black as David had ever seen, and his bronzy, olive-ish-colored skin made David’s fingers itch with the urge to touch. Right where David stood, his chest started to pound, and his flesh became achy, as if begging for contact long denied it.
    Unbidden, the image of this man grabbing David, backing him into the wall, and plundering his mouth with a kiss full of raw intent flooded David’s senses and awakened his body. His cock twitched, and his rear tunnel clenched and pulsed with life in a way it never had before. David gasped, and the man looked over, straight at David, and David bit his lip to stifle a whimper of desire.
    The man dipped his head in David’s direction, offered something of a smile, and David bolted back into his room.
    No. No . David slammed the door, leaned back against it, and struggled to control his breathing. Don’t feel anything; don’t feel anything; don’t feel anything . David chanted the directive at himself over and over again, but he couldn’t erase from his mind that little nod and smile, or forget the way that in such a crappy moment of his life, such a small gesture of kindness had reached all the way inside him and touched his heart. It shouldn’t matter, but it had. Deeply.
    This was not good.
    * * * *
    The next afternoon, Ben eased his car to a stop on the side of the street, in the heart of Coleman, across from a little Cuban eatery. He watched through the windshield as his “job” entered the small restaurant and walked to the counter. The full glass front allowed Ben to see inside, and he easily noted David talking to a server. With a quick exchange of words and a nod, the blond man—Ben’s assignment for the next few weeks at least—exited the establishment.
    Ben almost started his car again, prepared to follow David to his next location. Rather than leave, David stalled in front of the restaurant. Shielding his eyes with his hand, he scanned the street in both directions once, twice, and a third time. He glanced down at his watch—twice—and then started assessing the cars on the road again.
    I guess someone stood him up.
    David remained on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant, so Ben settled in and got comfortable. He knew how to shift his body and sink into a worn-down portion of the seat just right to make sitting bearable for hours if necessary. After all, this wasn’t the first time he’d been hired to follow someone and report back to the client what he saw.
    David Joseph Joyner . Ben shook his head and rolled his eyes. How fortuitous that Ben had unknowingly checked into the same dive motel David had apparently decided to make his temporary home. So much for his family helping him out . Not that they were prizes in the family lottery. Ben wasn’t surprised the guy had ended up at the motel.
    Having just come on this case so recently, Ben didn’t have anything close to a completed file on David yet, but he had enough to make an educated guess that David wouldn’t get family support, and he’d been right. A computer search, using programs that allowed him to go a bit deeper than a mere Internet search, but not as far as he could have if he’d been able to work on Skye’s payroll and use their resources, gave Ben the basics about David Joyner: thirty-four years of age, had earned a master’s degree in business, entrepreneurship, and technology but had returned to Coleman after graduating rather than use it in a bigger city.
    Five years ago David had been married for six months but