Spin (Boosted Hearts Book 2) Read Online Free

thing she could have from him. Watching him from afar like the sad, desperate fool she was.
    She took a sip of her beer and hunkered down—in a dark corner where no one would bother her. Joe usually turned up around ten thirty. She still had an hour to kill.
    She didn’t have to wait that long, though.
    Just after ten, Joe strode in, all tall and tattooed and sexily rough around the edges. He had on his usual jeans, the kind that were soft from wear, the denim hugging his ass and heavy thighs in a way that made her mouth dry. His T-shirt was black with something—something silly, no doubt—written in white lettering on the front and tight enough it showed off his wide chest and lickable biceps. He seemed to have a fondness for funny or sarcastic slogans.
    He wasn’t alone. He had his friend Adam with him. They came together occasionally, but Adam never stayed long. He usually found someone to leave within the first thirty minutes of arriving. An hour if he was having an off night. Tonight wasn’t going to be one of those nights. A leggy redhead walked up to him almost as soon as he’d ordered his drink. Joe turned to his friend, shook his head, then went back to sipping his beer.
    Women watched Joe, but they didn’t make a move straight away. Adam was hot in a more approachable way. He oozed that whole Ladies’ Man vibe. Joe, on the other hand, had an air about him that screamed rough, demanding, and dominant. Even removing the facial piercings he used to have hadn’t softened him any. Only the kinds of women that thought they could handle what he had to offer went near him.
    That part of him sang to Darcey like a siren’s song. She could totally handle it. Him . She scanned the room, searching. A woman stood not far from him, eyeing Joe, closely. And Darcey watched as the brunette gathered her courage and made her way toward him, sidling up beside him. His head swiveled on his thick neck, and he looked down at the petite brunette. She was cute. Long hair. A nice, curvy body. Joe liked curves.
    Darcey shivered, remembering the way he praised hers, the way his hard body had felt pressed against her. His big, sexy, manly hands on her ass as he’d hitched her higher against the brick wall behind the bar…
    Joe and the woman started chatting. It wasn’t long before he had her laughing. Joe had a way about him. He obviously knew his height, his ink—the whole damn package—could be intimidating, so he used humor to disarm people. Women. God, some of the things he’d said to Darcey that night had been goofy as hell. It had eased her nerves and made him even more appealing in her eyes. The man could be extremely charming when he chose to be.
      She didn’t know why she stayed there torturing herself, but she couldn’t make herself leave. Desperate enough for a glimpse of him, to be near him, after the afternoon she’d had that she would put herself through this.
    They talked for a while then his new friend edged up to his side. Joe turned into her, inviting her to come closer.
    Darcey’s stomach churned. She actually felt physically ill seeing him with someone else. She was insane. There was no other explanation. Leave. Just get up, walk the hell out of here, and never come back.
    But she couldn’t. Her ass felt nailed to the stool under her—that is until his new friend touched his arm, lifting up onto her tip-toes. Joe leaned in, and she said something in his ear. He grinned down at the woman, and then…his eyes slid to Darcey.
    What? No.
    She froze. No, not at her, right? Shit, she could have sworn he’d looked directly at her. But that couldn’t be, or he’d be over here in a flash, tearing her a new one.
    Just to be safe, she sunk lower into her jacket.
    The brunette spun around and flounced away in the direction of the bathrooms. Probably a pee stop before they left together and a chance to fix her makeup. Getting under normal lighting after a night of drinking and dancing without a bathroom check