Redemption: Reckless Desires (Blue Moon Saloon Book 3) Read Online Free

asshole she’d chosen over him. He was honor-bound to let her stay until he got her set up somewhere else.
    Her and the baby and some other guy?
his bear protested.
    The idea made him feel sick, but what choice did he have?
    There is no other guy.
His bear shook his head.
Didn’t you see the look in her eyes?
    Well, he sure as hell had seen the baby bump, right?
    Still, he plowed on with ideas he despised because his empty soul was desperate for something to strive for, even if it couldn’t be her.
    So first, he needed to get Sarah on her feet again. Needed to keep her safe from the Blue Bloods. Then he’d be ready to take on the rogues that had stolen everything from him — his family, his mate, his future.
    And after
, his bear rambled on,
we come home to our true love.
    He shook his head. The stupid beast didn’t get it. There’d be no one to come home to, because Sarah has chosen someone else. If he were lucky, he’d die from his wounds, dreaming of his mate, a minute or two after the last rogue had drawn its last breath.
    He frowned. If he weren’t lucky, he’d survive, and life would go on as before. Empty. Listless. A wheel churning around and around, like his gut was doing right now.
    He did his best to push that thought away. If nothing else, he might be able to live with himself. That was the best he could hope for.
    Want a life with my mate,
his bear sniffed.
Want her back.
    He closed his eyes and shook his head. Let the bear dream on. Inside, he’d be working on a plan. A plan that started with keeping Sarah safe.
    Even with his eyes closed, he could feel his brother’s suspicious look. “What are you thinking?”
    “Nothing,” he lied. “Nothing.” He got to his feet, suddenly resolute.
    “Now, why do I doubt that?” Simon shot after him as he strode out of the shed.



Chapter Four

    Sarah didn’t want to walk away from Jessica, but she sure couldn’t stay. She hurried down the sidewalk, wondering what on earth she would do. Catch yet another bus? Curl up in a hidden corner somewhere and give up? Dig even deeper for reserves she knew she didn’t have?
    “Sarah,” a voice called, stopping her in her tracks. It was deep as the night, as gritty as a mountain stream.
    Soren.
    She pulled up short. Wherever he had stomped off to, he was back and coming after her in a rush. His swift, sure steps powered up behind her, and the shadow thrown by his bulk sheltered her from the pulsing power of the sun.
    “Sarah,” he whispered.
    She hung her head, wanting so, so badly to turn around and collapse into his arms. Big, thick arms that always made her feel so protected, so desired.
    God, where was the capable woman she’d once been?
    “I have to go,” she mumbled.
    The shadow covering her like a comforting quilt shook its head. “You just got here.”
    She tried remembering the vague plan she’d been working on during the long bus ride. “I need to go. I need to find a job.”
    “We have a job here.” Soren spoke the way he always did, quietly and with authority. Leaving no room for a no. She’d have bet anything his blue eyes were doing that trick of theirs, too. Almost glowing with sincerity. Intensity. Power.
    She slid a hand over her belly and gulped. She needed a job. Jesus, she needed it bad.
    Her feet refused to move, but her head stubbornly shook left and right, saying no. “I need a place to stay.”
    “We have space,” he insisted, coming up beside her. “Lots of space.”
    She didn’t dare meet his eyes, but she followed the hand that pointed up at the windows over the café. Big, ornate windows leading to what looked like a spacious apartment.
    Her heart skipped a beat just at the thought of a place to rest from running, if only for a little while. But how was that supposed to work? How could she possibly live and work around Soren?
    You love him. He loves you,
a little voice said.
    She shook her head, remembering the hard look on his face when he’d stomped out of the