Heaven Sent by Mahalia Levey Read Free Book Online

you can put a face to who I’m speaking about.”
    “Why last names?”
    “That’s how we address each other. You heard Dire call me Whitier , right?”
    Mia nodded. “I noticed your shirts have your first name on the front and
last on the back.
    “Seth, our officer of the truck, is addicted to gourmet cupcakes. If you
want to get on his good side or have really tweaked his nerves, bringing a
dozen is a way to get back in good graces. Although we might need to find a
healthier food or he’ll end up with a bloated belly, which is so not sexy on a
man.”
    Mia laughed at the vivid image. “ Ryker ?”
    “Hmmm. Mostly blonds with blue eyes. Sorry, but you don’t
fit the bill. Really he loves vinyl records. He may look all cocky as shit, and
is moderately handsome if you go for his type, but he loves music. Not the new
stuff, he’s into the oldies. He rules the dance floor at clubs and is a
professional karaoke singer. The women literally cream their pants when he
performs at the bar.”
    “Never judge a book by its cover type of male. Interesting. Chandler?”
    “Restores muscle cars. Vintage
vehicles. He loves the smell of fresh leather and wax jobs. He has a
sweet GTO, just don’t ask me the year. I’m not
interested enough to pay attention when he goes on about a new find. But bring
him a line on a new part and he’s your best friend.”
    “They’re all so different and they look about the same age. How is that
possible? Oh, I forgot about Rees.”
    “Would you believe me if I told you they’re all homegrown locals? Rees
enjoys simple pleasures, like a good beer and football or hockey game.”
    Homegrown and sexy. Mia squashed the wandering thought. “That fits with how well they mesh
together. What about you and Samara?” She looked out the window to see the
other woman of the group roll a clean strike and the men moan.
    “I grew up on the Kansas Side. I’m all K.U. Basketball while the
knuckleheads and Sam are Mizzou . Sam is from
Nebraska.” They watched the other woman set up to roll and make a perfect
strike.
    “Damn, she’s great at bowling with a turkey, she never misses a pin. I
bet she’s gonna have a pocket full of cash tonight when she’s done.”
    “Every year those dumb jocks-turned-firemen lose. They keep thinking
she’ll have an off year and will miss one. One day I’ll tell them she bowled on
a professional league during high school and college and could have gone pro.”
    “She’s a bowling shark. Never knew one existed.”
    “You didn’t ask about Dire.”
    “He’s a bit overwhelming. So what’s up with him?”
    Alpha shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine.”
    Mia sighed.
    “C’mon. You didn’t think I was just going to hand over every juicy tidbit
of intel on him, did you?”
    “Well you did on everyone else.” Mia wrapped the blanket around her and
turned to watch Ashland interact with all of them. “She hasn’t had this much
fun doing something silly since her father died. Look at her eating up all the
attention. My heart aches that I haven’t been able to provide this for her.”
    “You want to know about Dire, I suggest getting to know him. He’s a guy
but a good one. And yeah, I noticed your girl soaking up all the male
attention. It gives the guys something to do by treating her special. A way to keep the bad memories at bay. The ones we save keep
us sane, keeps us doing our job. When a victim becomes family all rules go out
the window. I’m sure someone’s talked with you about hero worship. If that’s
all you think you feel for Dire, be honest, upfront
and don’t string him along.”
    Mia shook her head.
    Alpha silenced her. “When you two hook up, Ashland will have more uncles
than she’ll know what to do with. A big bunch of overbearing
Neanderthals. I’ve seen it happen in other houses. The poor boys at her
school won’t know what to do when she—”
    “ Whitier . Stop. Don’t tank my chance at getting
the girl.” Mia hadn’t heard