Batch (Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance) (Desired by a Dragon Book 2) by Terra Wolf, Hailey Storm Read Free Book Online

fragile, and it didn’t matter if you were human or shifter.
    “Nah, I’m not the type to stand someone up.” I locked my seat and started across the parking lot to where she stood, smoking a cigarette.
    She exhaled and smoke curled around her face as she eyed me. “I didn’t think you were, but I have to admit that you had me worried, especially with the way you were looking at Scarlet back at the restaurant. I figured the two of you would hook up and you’d forget about our date, or you’d get into a fight with her and leave town as fast as you came in.”
    She was good, but I wasn’t about to show it. I screwed my face up into a neutral expression. “Well, here I am. Looks like you were wrong on both accounts.”
    Becky’s head tipped back as a sexy, feral laugh vibrated from her. “Yeah, I doubt that. I can smell her on you.”
    I arched a brow as I stared at her. “You can smell her on me?”
    “Don’t look so surprised, dragon boy. You’re not the only shifter in this town.” She flashed me a wicked grin before dropping her cigarette on the ground and extinguishing it with the toe of her heel before starting for the stairs.
    I followed after her. “Never said I was.”
    The music grew louder the closer we got, drowning out my words. I knew she’d heard me though, because she glanced at me from over her shoulder and winked as she opened the door. I watched her as she proceeded to weave her way through the crowd. She reached back and fisted the front of my t-shirt, pulling me along behind her as she made her way to the bar in the back. Bright green neon lights spelled out the name of the place along the wall. My boots scuffed along the concrete floor as we headed toward two open bar stools at the end. Two women stood on top of the bar dressed in black leather outfits similar to Becky’s, while a third seemed to be punching something into the touchscreen monitor mounted to the wall behind them.
    “What the hell?” I’d been to many bars, but never one quite like this.
    Becky sat on one of the stools and patted the other. “Sit.”
    I did as I was told, still dumbfounded by the place. The feel of Becky’s eyes on me had me shifting to glance at her. She’d leaned against the counter and propped her head up with the palm of her hand. Her bright green eyes, which eerily matched the sign on the wall opposite us, were fixated on me in an intense way. I gathered she was waiting for me to say something, but I wasn’t sure what. I’d never been good at reading a woman’s mind, but then again, I never met a man who was.
    “Well, what do you think of the place?” She waved her hand as though she were showing the place off.
    “It’s okay.”
    She sat up straight as though I’d offended her. “Just okay? Come on, this is the best damn bar you’ve ever been to. Go ahead, admit it.”
    “Okay. It’s the best damn bar I’ve ever been to,” I said with a chuckle.
    Satisfaction swirled through her eyes and twisted at her lips. “I know. After all, it belongs to my sisters.” She pointed to the three women maintaining the place, causing my gaze to drift to them.
    I could see the similarities. Not only did they all share the same black hair and bright green eyes, but they had facial features similar to one another as well.
    “I can see the resemblance now that you’ve it pointed out.” I shifted my gaze back to her. “What made you decide not to become partners with them? Were you not invited?”
    She didn’t seem as though she was the youngest. If I had to guess, I’d imagine she might fall somewhere in the middle.
    Becky waved my words away. “Eh, I wanted to do my thing for a while.”
    “Which included becoming a waitress?” The words made me sound like a dick—I knew it as soon as I said them.
    Her eyes flashed. I’d pissed her off. “Yes, it did.” She flipped her long dark hair over her shoulder and shifted on her barstool to better face me. Her eyes roamed over me as though she