Foster Siblings 3: Brokedown Hearts by Cameron Dane Read Free Book Online Page A

oncoming car—just barely. The lowrider grazed the driver’s side of Ben’s car, but Ben couldn’t even flick him the finger, let alone shout, because David raced in front of Ben’s car, shouting something incoherent and signaling stop with his hands.
    “What the fuck!” Ben whipped the car around David, onto the side of the road, and screeched to a stop. With endorphins pumping hard and fast in his system, Ben shifted the car into neutral and shot out of the driver’s-side door. “Jesus, man.” He stormed to the back of the vehicle, straight at David, his breathing hard and heavy. “Do you have a death wish or something? Two people almost just hit you.” Ben leaned down and roared right in David’s face, “What in the hell were you doing?”
    David stood on his toes and yelled right back, “I was trying to make sure you didn’t hit the kitten!”
    “And in doing so I almost hit you!” Standing toe-to-toe with David like this, so much closer than they’d been those two times at the motel, Ben absorbed David’s features up close; he couldn’t help himself. Rich strands of darker honeyed wheat were layered within light blond hair, and David had a tiny hint of turquoise in his blue eyes, as well as a sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of his nose. His mouth was far too lush for a man, but he had a pronounced Adam’s apple, sculpted shoulders, and a height that, while didn’t match Ben’s six feet five, was taller than most. Damn it —standing so close to David woke up something very basic from a long nap in Ben’s core— he’s stunning.
    In response, Ben’s heart pumped faster, and it didn’t make him happy. “Do you think it would have been better for me to have to live with slamming into you?” He curled his hands into fists at his sides so he didn’t shake the beautiful fool. “What if I had killed you? Did you ever think about that?”
    Crimson flooded David’s cheeks. He parted his lips. “I…I don’t… I’m sorry.” His hand low, David pointed a shaky finger behind him. “The kitten.” He then spun and hopped down into a tree-lined ditch riddled with weeds and bramble, leaving Ben on the side of the road.
    He’s going after the damned kitten . Muttering “Shit” under his breath, Ben skidded down into the ditch after his prey.
    Broken tree branches littered the shallow ditch, and Ben cursed again as the sharp end of one jammed into his shin. A dozen feet away, up into the trees on the other side of the ditch, David dropped to his knees and crawled under the low-hanging branches of a weeping willow.
    Within moments Ben could no longer see David, but he heard the guy softly say, “It’s okay. You can come to me. I’m not going to hurt you.” He paused and then added, “Come on. Come on. It’s all right.”
    Shit. Shit. Shit . “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Backtracking quickly, Ben leaped across the ditch and swung open the passenger-side door of his car. “I don’t even like cats.” Still, he grabbed a bag of cheese crackers and hustled back to the willow tree.
    Reaching the tree, Ben kept his voice gentle. “Here. Take these.” Squatting, he reached under the willow branches to hand David the bag of fish-shaped crackers. “They’re probably not good for him, but maybe they will get him to come to you.”
    With barely a glance at Ben, David took the snack. “Thanks.” After pouring a few in his hand and setting the bag down, David put his palm with the treats flat on the ground. “Are you hungry, baby? Here’s some food for you.” He tossed one of the fish toward the tree trunk.
    Now that Ben was in a crouch, he could see a small, furry brown-and-tan ball wedged into a knotted cavern of roots at the base of the tree. Huge blue eyes and a pink nose dominated the kitten’s face. The animal eyeballed the cracker on the ground just a few inches away, and his nose twitched.
    “Go ahead and take it,” David crooned, on his knees about four feet