Shattered Heart: The Donnellys, Book 3 by Dorothy F. Shaw Read Free Book Online

each other since grade school. Really, he’s family to us. But, Cyn here, she’s had a crush on Shane from kindergarten to damn near senior year of high school.”
    Jodi set down her drink. “Ooh! Sounds juicy. Tell me more. Did you ever hook up with him, Cyn?”
    Ugh, damn her sister for digging up old bones for the second time today. Cyn was doing everything she could think of to put him out of her mind—rather unsuccessfully—but she was still trying. “No. He barely knew I existed back then. And I’m sure nothing’s changed.”
    “I beg to differ.” Sonja hiccupped and then laughed. “He couldn’t keep his eyes off you at the church today. I swear he had to be burning a hole in your back he was staring so intently. That man may not have known you existed when you were kids, but he sure knows you exist now.”
    Cyn wanted to crawl under the table and die. Just die right there. This was crazy, and Sonja was wrong. There was no way in hell Shane Conlon was interested in her. Just no way. Yeah, he’d been staring and she’d felt his gaze on her like a physical touch the whole time they were in church, but that didn’t mean it meant anything. Did it? Oh shit! Shit, shit, shit! “He couldn’t—” She groaned. “There’s just no way.”
    Maiya laughed. “Well. I guess there goes your nice little vow.”
    “What vow?” Jodie asked.
    Maiya cringed. “Damn. Sorry, Cyn. The booze is talking.”
    “It’s okay. But I think I’m going to need another shot.” Cyn wiped her sweaty hands down her thighs. This wasn’t exactly something she wanted to share with everyone, but per usual nothing in her family stayed a secret for long.
    Damn, she was so screwed. Which was exactly what she was trying to avoid being. Cyn blew out a resigned breath. Celibacy sucked, even more so when it came to missing out on the chance of going to bed with the guy she’d fantasized about for her entire teenage life.

Chapter Eight
    Shane stepped inside the dim but huge country dance club. He glanced around the vast space—Christ, it was the size of a small football field—and followed the rest of the crew in search of their ladies. Theirs , not his. Shane didn’t have a lady. He was single and had been for years with every intention of staying that way—but he’d be a fool to deny that he was definitely searching out Cyn. In spite of the convo with the boys at the strip club, he’d been desperate to get another glimpse of her all night, hopefully a little closer this time.
    Cyn was nowhere to be found when everyone had joined up. Concern that she might’ve headed home instead of joining up settled like a brick in his stomach, but he wasn’t about to ask where she was. She’d looked so fucking hot earlier in the church, he practically considered going to confession for all the dirty thoughts he’d entertained as she flitted around in her tight jeans and tank top—both accentuating her fine ass and equally fine breasts to perfection. She had to be there somewhere.
    The rest of the group headed off to the mechanical bull set up on the other end of the bar. Shane turned in the other direction and rounded a set of tables, scanning the dance floor in hopes of finding Cyn, when he ran smack into her.
    “ Oooph !” She gripped the front of his button-down shirt.
    He grabbed her arms, steadying her. “Shit. Sorry, girl. You okay?”
    She gazed up at him, her body against his, her grip still tight on the fabric of his shirt…and then she licked her lips. Holy fucking shit. Lust hit Shane in his gut like a sledgehammer and his dick went rod hard in his jeans. She did it again, and as he watched the tip of her pink tongue run along her bottom lip, it was all he could do to not bend down and follow its path with his own tongue. And just that fast, all his protestations from earlier evaporated. He was so screwed.
    She smiled, a hazy, dreamy expression in her eyes. “It’s really good to see you, Shane.”
    She’d definitely been