In A Heartbeat (The Shameful Regret Series) Read Online Free

much as
the club scene isn’t my thing, drinking certainly isn’t either.
    The lights go down a little up front, and people start
crowding towards the stage. I’m really glad that we have this table to sit at.
I don’t think my feet could have taken having to stand for a few hours in these
shoes. I pull out my phone to send a text to Sly.
    Me: Hey doll,
really wishing I had already agreed to head your way this weekend instead.
Michelle and Gabbi have taken over my life for the night! God help me! XO!
    I’m so engrossed in my phone that I don’t notice when
Shameful Regret takes the stage. The voice that comes over the speakers is deep
and resonating. The opening lines of Lips Of An Angel by Hinder wash
over me, and my body hums with energy. That voice is so magnetic. It just pulls
me in and makes me look up so I can see the source. My heart beats hard in my
chest as I look into those same piercing green eyes that captivated me earlier.
He is looking right at me as he is singing, his lips practically caressing the
microphone.
    My phone vibrating in my hand draws me out of my fixation,
it’s Sly responding to my earlier text.
    Sly: Poor thing!
You need to get out more, babe. Have fun, it’s okay to let go every now and
again.
    He knows that I don’t like to go out. I only went places
with him while we were in high school, and that was only because he dragged me
along.
    I blink and try to clear my head. I hope Michelle didn’t
notice my dazed look a few moments ago. What just happened? I don’t get those
feelings when a man looks at me. That just isn’t how I’m wired.
    Gabbi and Michelle wander off closer to the stage, and I’m
left at the table by myself. I try to calm my racing heart by closing my eyes
and listen to the music. I mustn’t look into those eyes again. I can’t let
myself get drawn in again, even though I can still feel them on me.
    Shameful Regret really is a great band. The lead singer has
an amazing voice, not to mention he’s drop dead gorgeous, and the rest of the
group have a great sound. Mr. Brooding Stare works the crowd. He is strutting
across the stage with a strong and sure stride, winking and obviously flirting
with the girls clamoring at the front of the stage. He knows he’s sexy, and he
uses that to get the women worked into a frenzy. The looks he throws out at the
crowd have all the women screaming and vying for his attention. He’s lost the
jacket, and is now in just the tight black t-shirt and ripped jeans, jeans that
have some tears along his strong looking thighs. When he raises the bottom of
his shirt to wipe away the sweat from his brow, I see the most perfect specimen
of a six-pack ever created. Shameful Regret moves on to some faster songs that
get everyone jumping and dancing.
    My heart is fluttering in my chest. My palms start to sweat
a little. What is wrong with me? I tear my gaze away from Mr. Brooding Stare to
take in the rest of the band. I’ve not had a visceral reaction to a man like
this before. It must be the alcohol. That and I’m probably just tired from a
long week. My mind is forgetting that I don’t really want to be here and that I
don’t have any interest in guys.
    I manage to shrug off the advances of a few men that think I
need company or another drink. I guess I haven’t perfected the “leave me the
hell alone” vibe I thought I was sending out. Michelle and Gabbi finally come
back to the table after the hour long set from the band. Fortunately they were
always in my direct eyesight, so I didn’t feel the need to make good on my
threat to leave if I felt they abandoned me.
    “Oh! My! God! I want to have his babies!” Gabbi exclaims as
she bounces up onto the seat beside me. I’m sure I can imagine just whose
babies she wants to have.
    Michelle shakes her head and laughs at Gabbi, then looks at
me. “Isn’t that the guy staring at you from earlier?”
    “Guy? What guy? What did I miss?” Gabbi asks excitedly.
    Standing up and stretching