Kicker (DS Fight Club Book 1) by Josie Kerr Read Free Book Online Page B

And from the full size beam, which is four feet off the floor.”
    “Oh my Lord, Tig.”
    “Yeah. Of course, it wasn’t successful, and I’m lucky I didn’t break my neck. Afterwards, the coach compared me to Tigger–you know, ‘top made of rubber, bottom made of springs’–because essentially bounced off my head and landed on my feet and was off again. The name just stuck.”
    “I bet you were constantly almost giving your mother a heart attack, weren’t you?”
    Tig shrugged a shoulder, but his little grin told Charlotte the truth.
    He cocked his head to the side and looked like he was getting ready to ask her something when the band returned to the stage and started in with another fast paced song. Tig quirked an eyebrow at Charlotte and she grinned and grasped his hand.
    The two of them danced until the band finished for the night and then continued when a DJ took over, only stopping once to each down a bottle of water before beginning again. At one point, the two garnered such attention as to have a dancers’ circle form around them and a round of applause when the song finished.
    And when the lights came on at the end of the evening, they stood and looked at each other, both breathing heavily and grinning.

“Thank you, Tig. That was . . . wonderful.”
    Tig had taken off his hat, displaying an almost white-blond crew cut as he mopped his brow with the back of his arm. He winked at Charlotte’s gawking and said, “The pleasure was all mine, Charlotte.”
    “Ahem.”
    “What?” she snapped. Realizing how she sounded, Charlotte’s eyes opened wide. “Oh my God, I am so sorry, Brad. That was incredibly rude.”
    Brad stifled a snicker. “Yeah, I think they want us to clear out, LottieLou.”
    She glared at him and then turned back to Tig, whose lip twitched with suppressed mirth. “I suppose we have to.”
    “Here, put your number in my . . . dammit. I left my phone in my other pants.” Tig patted his back and front pockets.
    Charlotte swallowed hard. I will not think about what’s in those beat-up jeans. I will not think about what’s in those beat-up jeans. God, I hope he doesn’t know what I’m thinking about in those beat-up jeans.
    But the look on Tig’s face told that her face betrayed every single dirty thought that was going through her head.
    “Give me your phone?” he asked, and Charlotte handed it over. Tig huffed a laugh. Of course her phone case had sparkly red cherries on it. He put his number in her phone and handed it back with a wink.
    “I’ll talk to you soon?” Charlotte nodded, dumbstruck. “Good.” He winked again and gave her hand a squeeze, nodded at Brad, and sauntered toward the door.
    “It was nice seeing you again, Charlotte. Brad, congratulations.” Junior waved and followed Tig out the door.
    Charlotte shook her head. “Weren’t there three of them?”
    Brad barked a laugh. “Yeah, the big guy found some psychobilly girl to go home with.”
    “Oh God. That crazy Amber woman?”
    “Got it in one. I hope he knows what he’s getting into with that one.”
    Charlotte snorted. “Well, he’s an MMA champion. He might keep her on her toes for once.”
    “Or he might just learn some new submission moves.”
    Charlotte brayed with laughter, and Brad threw his arm around her as they walked to Brad’s car.
    “So, you knew Junior before?”
    “Oh boy. Hector was the right man at the wrong time. And he’s a good really guy. I treated him . . . not well.”
    “Oh.”
    “Yeah. But he seems to be doing okay even though he’s single. I was just surprised to see him show up at rockabilly night. He’s so not rockabilly.”
    “You think?”
    “God, can you imagine if we had worked out? My parents would have shit. Between the Latino and the Jerseyboy? Holy cow.”
    Charlotte laughed. “You have to admit, he’s really not your type at all. He’s very . . .”
    “Oh, honey. He’s so Papi, and he doesn’t even know it. I guess I just needed something