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

was studying me before lifting her gaze back to mine. “Four Horsemen.”
    I narrowed my eyes at her, unsure what the hell that meant. “Excuse me?”
    Her red painted lips twisted into a devilish grin as amusement flickered through her bright eyes. “I said Four Horsemen. It’s a drink made with equal parts of Jack Daniels, Jim Beam, Johnnie Walker, and Jameson. Since you’re being an asshole, I assumed you’d order the drink of choice for most assholes that come into the bar.”
    My head tipped back in laughter. This chick was good. She was nice to look at, had a way with words, and obviously knew the shifter world. If my heart wasn’t already taken by someone else, I’d give it to Becky in a second.
    “I’m joking. You’re not a liquor guy.” She leaned forward as though she was getting a better view of my soul. “I’m guessing you’re more of a dark beer kind of guy. Something with a good hoppy flavor, am I right?”
    “Absolutely.”
    High heels clicked across the wooden bar top until they stopped directly in front of me. My eyes slipped up the length of the woman standing before me. She seemed younger than Becky, but not by much. Maybe a year or two? The young thing cocked her hip to the side and placed her hand on it. There was a hose in her opposite hand, and she wasted no time pointing it at me.
    “If you try to get frisky with my sister, this hose will cool you off real quick. Get what I’m saying?” she snapped.
    I held my hands up in surrender and tried to dim down the grin that wanted to spread across my face, knowing smiling probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do. “Got it.”
    “Put the hose away, Breanne,” Becky insisted. “And get us some drinks instead.”
    “Just letting this guy know ahead of time someone here has your back.” Breanne hopped off the counter and hung the hose up along the back wall. “Usual for you?”
    “Yeah, and one Midnight Ryder.” Becky crossed her legs as her eyes drifted back to me. “What do you think my usual is? I was able to guess yours, can you guess mine?” There was a challenge reflected in her eyes that excited me. It reminded me of Scarlet.
    Yeah, if my heart didn’t already belong to Scarlet it sure as shit would beat outta my chest and land in this woman’s lap.
    I thought for a moment before answering. While I wasn’t much of a drinker, and bars weren’t typically my scene, I felt confident I could guess her drink. It wouldn’t be too fruity or anything too sweet, and it definitely would have a punch.
    “I don’t know, you seem like a shot kind of girl. Maybe tequila or vodka.” I could see her taking a shot of either straight, without the help of a chaser.
    “Pretty good. You’re not too far off.” She nodded her head as though she was pleased with my assessment. Her sister slipped a red drink in front of her and she immediately took a sip. “Cranberry and double vodka. See, I told you that you weren’t far off.” She winked.
    Breanne slipped me a tall glass with one of the darkest beers I’d seen yet. I lifted it to my lips, trusting Becky could pick out a style of beer I’d enjoy. The taste of hops hit my tongue and I felt myself relax. After the night I’d endured, a beer was exactly what I needed.
    “Do you dance?” Becky asked as her teeth nibbled on her straw.
    “Dancing isn’t my thing,”
    “I didn’t ask if it was your thing. I asked if you danced.”
    I grinned and shook my head. This woman was a real piece of work. “Then I guess my answer is no, I don’t dance.”
    “Tonight you do.” She set her drink on the bar top and got the attention of one of her sisters. Grabbing my beer, she pushed both drinks to the edge of the counter. One of the two sisters I had yet to meet scooped them up and tucked them behind the bar. Becky grabbed my arm and started pulling me toward the dance floor, where a new song was beginning to play. “And I’m not going to take no for an answer.”
    I didn’t fight her.