LUST: A Bad Boy and Amish Girl Romance (The Brody Bunch Book 2) Read Online Free

sensitive out of all of us. Maybe because of his temper. “Wonder what those clothes are all about. What’s their story?”
    Reid scrunched up his face. “ ‘Their’?” Looked like I was right. I cut in before he could ask any additional stupid questions.
    “Uh, yeah, Reid. There’s three chicks over there. Didn’t you see ‘em?”
    Reid whirled, seeming genuinely confused. I shook my head and raised my eyes once again to Hannah, who had taken time out to sit with them at their table by the bar. This time, she surreptitiously caught my gaze and I felt the world slow just a little. It was those damn green eyes of hers, like two pieces of jade set into her lovely face, framed by hair the color of rich, dark coffee. She looked so different from her sisters, dressed in their bonnets and black dresses, every inch of them covered. It was hard to believe that Hannah had come from a background like that. She looked like she’d always lived this life.
    Knowing where she came from made me wonder how she’d wound up in Trick Shots, tending bar. She’d never told me. As far as I knew, she’d never told anyone. Anytime I asked someone about her story, they’d just shrug. Seemed all anyone knew for sure was that she’d shown up a couple of years ago, desperate for work.
    I knew very little about the Amish community just outside Bright Falls’ borders. I wasn’t alone in that—they kept to themselves, save for the odd excursion into the local Wal-Mart or feed store. I knew that years ago, I’d seen some of the younger ones milling about, unattended by their parents. Rumspringa, they called it. Hannah had clarified that much in our deal, at least, letting me know it was a time when the young adults got to explore the outside world to make a decision on whether or not they wanted to commit their lives to the church.
    I didn’t know much more about it than that, other than her sisters weren’t supposed to come. There must’ve been a story behind that too, and suddenly, staring at the three of them, I wanted to know every last detail.
    “I think they might be Amish,” I told Wyatt, feigning more ignorance than I had a right to. “I’ve seen a few buggies on the outskirts of town. They’ve got a village there. Usually I only see men.”
    Wyatt seemed to only be half-listening. He was still checking out the petite blonde, his eyes narrowed as if memorizing every aspect of her. “Wonder what the hell they’re doin’ here.”
    “Yeah, thought they were, like… insular, or some shit. Isolationist,” Reid said. That surprised me. I didn’t think he knew a damn thing about anything that existed outside the sphere of things that directly involved him.
    “They are,” I replied. “Normally. But here they are.” I tipped back my tumbler, knocking back the remainder of my whiskey. “Why don’t we go ask them?”
    Reid snorted at me derisively. “What, just like that? Aren’t they über-religious, or something? They’re not gonna fall for some cheesy pick-up line like ‘What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?’ Do they even speak English?”
    Ah, and there it was—Reid’s competitive streak. The one I’d been banking on. I stood up. “Good question. I think I’m gonna find out.”
    Wyatt turned to me, his brow furrowed, incredulous. “You’re serious? Reid’s right. Girls like that, they’re…” He paused, regarding his chosen again. “…out of our league. Shit, they’re playing a whole different game.”
    Reid’s lip curled. “Speak for yourself.”
    “That’s not what I meant,” Wyatt snapped. “But look at ‘em. Except for the tall one, they look like goddamn nuns. We’d be barkin’ up the wrong tree.”
    I chuckled, finger-combing my hair. “Maybe you two losers would be. But not me.” I flashed Reid my most shit-eating grin. “I don’t strike out.”
    I saw Reid tighten his jaw. “That’s because you don’t swing for the stands,” he sneered, “or the curve