With This Ring (Denim & Spurs Book 1) by Aliyah Burke Read Free Book Online Page B

forks,” Dustin ordered right after she shook her head and asked strictly for coffee. “No pressure,” he said. “You should at least try it.”
    Leaning back in her seat, she sighed. “I don’t usually eat dessert, but sure, I’ll give it a go.”
    She wouldn’t be held responsible for her actions if he continued smiling at her like that and staring at her with those royal blue eyes.
    “What?” she asked after he merely gazed at her.
    “Just wondering why you don’t usually do dessert.”
    “That’s easy. Sugar and I have a love-hate relationship. When I love it, it loves my ass and hips, then I hate it.”
    The way his gaze moved over her told her he approved of what he saw. So intense she almost reached for more ice water.
    “Hello, Dustin,” a male voice interrupted.
    Finn observed as the joviality was sucked from Dustin’s face by those two simple words. She glanced up and stuffed the urge to punch the intruder in the throat. Travis Hill.
    His blue eyes skated lewdly over her, and she blew out a breath as she began counting in her head. One. Two. Three. Four. Ten. Fifty. A hundred. Fuck it.
    “What are you doing here, Travis?” Dustin’s tone was dagger sharp and ice cold.
    The smug smile Travis sported grated on Finn’s last nerves. “Just finished eating with a date, saw you here, and wondered if you were ready to let me come back to work.”
    He had guts, Finn would give the fool that, at the very least. She reached for her water and drank, waiting to see how this would play out. Wasn’t boding well at the moment that was for sure.
    The tensing of Dustin’s jaw was the only indication he teetered on the edge of his control. Something which Travis didn’t appear to notice. Like she would be pointing it out. In her estimation, the man deserved to get his ass kicked.
    “You’ll never work at the Diamond J again, Travis. I don’t work with men I can’t trust.”
    “She was a whore. A woman shouldn’t come between men.”
    “Get out of my face, Travis.” Growled words. Not a good sign. A worse one was the fact Travis didn’t heed the warning.
    The man looked at her briefly, managing to make her feel dirty and wanting a shower in a mere second. “Trying out a different flavor?” he asked with a sneer.
    Dustin exploded into action, blowing out of the seat before she knew what happened. Travis had taken two direct punches before she could even react. Scrambling from the booth, Finn wedged herself between the men, back against Travis.
    “Don’t, don’t do this, Dustin.” It didn’t matter she sounded like she begged.
    His gaze wild and tumultuous, overflowing with fury, barely recognized her before he dismissed her. The bloodlust was there, front and center.
    “You hit me!” Travis yelled from behind her.
    Dustin made another move and this time she countered, keeping between them. It happened twice more before he glanced back down to her. She wanted to hide from the anger there, but she refused to, trusting he wouldn’t ever hurt her.
    “He’s not worth it, Dustin,” she implored.
    Lord, she wanted to touch him, offer comfort but she didn’t, just kept between them. Hopefully she could talk him down because there was no way she could physically stop him—his strength, far superior to her own.
    He lifted his hand, and she saw the cut on his knuckles. Taking a peek over her shoulder, she saw the blood streaming from Travis. Not her concern.
    “He’s not worth it,” she reiterated.
    Waitstaff showed and escorted Travis away, and she finally got Dustin out to his truck, after paying for the meal and grabbing their dessert on the way.
    He didn’t speak until after she got him in the driver’s seat of the truck and had climbed in on the other side.
    “Sorry.”
    “What for?” she asked. She opened the med kit she’d found in the backseat. “Give me your hand.”
    “Making a scene.”
    She smiled, keeping her focus on his bleeding hand. Drawing it to her, she cleaned it with