Holding Her Hand (Reed Brothers Book 15) by Tammy Falkner Read Free Book Online

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    Lark McCapSnatcher: Shoes are sacred .
    Me: So is my dick .
    Lark McCapSnatcher: Prove it.
    I swipe a hand across my mouth, trying to wipe away the silly grin I know is plasteredacross it.
    Logan sits down across from me. “ You’ve been laughing at your phone for the last five minutes .”
    I hold it up. “ L-A-R-K ,” I tell him.
    He nods. “ You going to let the hearing thing stand between you ?”
    I shake my head. “ No .”
    He grins. “ Good .”
    Me: I want another date with you .
    Lark McCapSnatcher: I’ll think about it.
    Me: See you at 1 .
    Lark McCapSnatcher: See you then!

Lark
    He’s wearing a pair of jeans and a blue t-shirt, and he’s the most handsome man standing in front of the library. He’s with a small group of people signing, and I hesitate to interrupt. After a minute or two, he sees me and motions me over. He’s smiling, and his friends look curious.
    “ This is my friend Lark ,” he signs. “ I invited her to join us .” He introduces his friends really quickly.Then he stops next to a man who looks a lot like him, but he’s a little stockier and his hair is darker. “ This is my brother Mick .”
    I stick out my hand. “ It ’ s nice to meet you .”
    “Nice to meet you too.” He doesn’t sign it. He says it. I look at Ryan. I thought everyone in his family was deaf.
    “ He ’ s the oddball who can hear ,” Ryan says. “ But our parents kept him anyway .”
    I must still look confused.

    “ He ’ s just jealous because I can hear the pretty girls whistle at me .” Mick smiles and looks at me like I have two heads. Or four boobs. Or something else he can’t quite figure out. “You look shocked,” he says.
    “A little, actually.” We walk as a group into the library.
    “Not nearly as shocked as I am,” Mick says quietly so that only I can hear. “I’ve never seen him with a hearing girl. Speakingof which, don’t find yourself alone in a corner with any of them. I’m not sure they like you.” He nods toward the girls, who don’t look that happy to see me.
    “ I ’ ll be right back ,” Ryan says to me and he walks over to talk with a person behind the circulation desk.
    “So, what do you do for a living, Lark?” Mick asks.
    I grin. He doesn’t know who I am. “I’m a musician.”
    He narrows his eyes atme. “And for some reason, that’s making you look suspicious as hell.”
    I shrug my shoulders and wallow in the joy of having him not know who I am. It’s freeing.
    “So how did my deaf brother, who can’t hear music, hook up with a musician?” He rocks back on his heels and smiles down at me.
    “He gave me a tattoo.”
    “And…” He pauses and draws it out like the word will go on forever.
    “And I stolehis baseball cap. I’m holding it hostage so he’ll go out with me again.”
    He smiles. “Again?”
    Heat creeps up my cheeks. “We’ll see.”
    Ryan turns and motions me forward. As we walk around the corner, his hand slides into mine and he looks down at me and smiles. It’s a sleepy, guilty little smile, and my heart starts to trip.
    Mick looks at our clasped hands and looks away quickly, but I’m prettysure I saw him biting back a grin.
    We walk into a large room with a group of children sitting on the floor. They’re all facing a woman who’s sitting on a stool beside a stack of books. Expectation hangs heavy in the air, like a kid waiting to lick the beaters when Mom’s making a cake. The woman at the front of the room waves as we walk in.
    Mick takes the stool when she gives it up, and he picksup the first book. Ryan leads me to a spot at the back of the room and points to a chair, but I sink down onto the floor instead, directly behind the children, and cross my legs in front of me. A few parents linger on the edges of the room.
    The kids are excitedly waiting for whatever is about to happen. Mick motions to the stack of books. “Which book do we want to read first?”
    “ The Very HungryCaterpillar !” the kids