Take My Hand [Brac Pack 28] by Lynn Hagen Read Free Book Online

fatherly name. Their own father had died when Sterling was two. Darcy had taken on the responsibility of raising Sterling, along with their mother, until Darcy turned of age and got his very first apartment.
But when their mother passed away, Sterling had moved in with Darcy. They’d lived together ever since. Until that jackass landlord pulled that bullshit stunt.
Sterling double whammed Darcy with a snort and an eye roll. “Just be downstairs for breakfast. Roman is giving us a ride to work.”
Darcy wasn’t even going to ask who Roman was. There were just too many people in this house to keep up with. But the one person Darcy wouldn’t forget was Raven. The man was an enigma. One minute he had been polite to Darcy, even a bit shy and charming, and the next he had practically threatened Darcy to go to his bedroom.
Maybe the guy was bipolar.
And those charcoal-black eyes. Darcy felt as though he were falling into a dark abyss when he stared into Raven’s eyes. The feeling wasn’t welcome, and he didn’t like it. He didn’t like losing himself so quickly to someone, especially someone he just met.
“Hello?” Sterling waved his hand in front of Darcy’s eyes a goofy frown on his face.“Where’d you go?”
“Asleep on my feet,” Darcy answered as he ushered Sterling toward his door. He really did need some sleep. It might only be nine at night, but six in the morning would be here soon enough.
“See you in the morning, dork.”
Darcy closed his bedroom door, yawning as he pulled his clothes off. It had been one long day, and all he wanted was a shower and a soft mattress. He walked into the bathroom and took a long shower, letting the hot stream of water beat at his muscles, sighing deeply as he washed away the tension of the day.
Too bad he couldn’t wash all his worries away with the hot jets of water. It would take a waterfall for that to happen.
After toweling off, Darcy climbed into the large bed and folded the blanket over his head. He was beat. After walking for what felt like forever today, then finding jobs, and then coming out here to this ranch, Darcy had had enough excitement for one day.
And then there was Raven.
Darcy turned over, closing his eyes as he tried to forget the man who had scared the hell out of him in the hallway, yet excited him in ways Darcy didn’t understand.
Raven was tall, over six feet, with a nice frame that wasn’t too large or ripped with muscles. He was sinewy, sleek, and Darcy couldn’t help but wonder what Raven looked like naked. He was glad Raven wasn’t protruding with large muscles. Darcy didn’t care for the overly muscled. They were overrated and not his type. He preferred the more refined body that hid a tight and lean physique that begged to be explored.
But Darcy’s mind wandered back to Raven’s coal-black eyes. He had caught the gleam of interest in Raven’s eyes earlier—before Raven had scared the shit out of him in the hallway.
“You were just imagining the interest,” Darcy mumbled to himself as he let out a long breath and tried to sleep. But as weary as he was, Darcy couldn’t get Raven off of his mind. The man was simply gorgeous. He held an old-world air about him that intrigued Darcy.
Too bad Darcy didn’t have the balls to hit on the man.
Darcy knew he was gay. His eyes wandered toward men, not women. He drooled every time he saw a man in nicely sculpted jeans, and Darcy got a boner when he spotted a man without a shirt on, or wearing even less.
He just never acted on his lust.
Darcy was ready, willing to jump into the rainbow lake, but he lacked the nerve to approach anyone to feed his curiosity and turn it into reality. He was in a house full of men, for fuck’s sake, and Darcy was too chickenshit to approach any of them.
But there was only one man Darcy wanted to approach.
“Go to sleep,” he groaned to himself as he grabbed one of the pillows on the bed and shoved it over his head. It would do no good to fantasize about someone he