Dirty Looks (Dirt Track Dogs: The Second Lap Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

than ten lucky hands pointing this direction. But I sure do thank ya kindly.”
    She giggled, and then slid past the beefy hunk-o-manmeat to join them at the bar.
    “Whewy, that was a close one, girls. Hashtag almost oopsie.” She went up on her toes to get a good look at the top shelf offerings. “Y’all order already?”
    “We’re not exactly here to party,” Ragan reminded. “We need to get back to the motel. Mac will be pacing the halls.”
    “Loosen up, mom ,” Sally smirked. “It won’t do any harm to have a little fun. Besides…” She scanned the bar like a true huntress, and a sly smile slanted one side of her face. “I see some possibilities that are registering ten-point-oh on the Dick-ter scale.”
    Seraphina frowned, her tiny brows pushing so close together they looked like one. “What’s a Dick-ter scale?”
    “Mmm.” Sally nodded. “It’s my way of measuring how hard a man can make me quake using what’s in his pants. It’s very scientific,” she sniffed.
    Barb snorted.
    Seraphina blinked. “Ahhh. I see. Ten-point-oh. Like an earthquake.”
    “Yeah, see,” Sally continued. “That guy over there by the pool table? He’s maybe… a six. But even science is wrong sometimes. I might get him underneath me, get a nice ride going, only to be flipped on my back, pounded soundly, hair pulled, and then wheeeew …” she fanned her face. “He rocks my world and becomes a ten.”
    “Just like that, huh?” Lexington said wryly.
    Sally grinned. “Earthquakes happen fast, baby.”
    “It’s true,” Barb said, popping a handful of nuts in her mouth. “Blink of an eye. Better watch out, Sally. You might find a rare eleven when you’re not looking.”
    Sally snorted and leaned her elbows on the bar. “There’s no such thing as an eleven.”
    Annie returned with their drinks, adding Barb’s coconut tequila to the mix in a jiffy.
    “Alright, ladies,” she said, looking only a touch uncomfortable. “Can I ask where you’re from?”
    “We’re ramblers,” Ragan answered. “We move around. But we’re here for the race Saturday.”
    “Not for the race,” Lexington said. “We’re here to race.” Needed to clear that up so Annie didn’t mistake them for groupies. Fangirling was all fine and good. There was a time and place for that. But they were here for business.
    Annie’s eyebrows shot up. “You race? All of you?”
    “Yep,” Barb said, downing her shot.
    “Ahhhh, okay.” She nodded, looking relieved, her smile growing from pleasant to cheerful. “You were asking about the DTD because you need a place to store your cars, right? Or help with tune-ups? Brush downs?”
    Lexington looked away and opened her mouth to answer, but her eyes caught on something that emptied the breath from her lungs. Across the room, a blond haired giant sat at a table with his friends. Even though she could only see him from the waist up, she could tell how muscular he was by the way his gray t-shirt stretched precariously around his thick neck and biceps. His fists were clenched tight on the top of the table while his friends chattered and chugged their drinks. His deep-sea eyes and his hard cut jaw could be the stuff that made females drool except…
    He was… he was glaring at her.
    Lexington glanced away to see if there was anyone else he could be shooting daggers at, but no. It was her. And even as she met his gaze head-on, the behemoth didn’t look away. His full, kissable lips twisted up in a threatening snarl even as his eyes narrowed. Like he was seeking out her vulnerabilities so he could take full advantage of them.
    He was… an enemy .
    For some reason, the information lodged in her chest right above her heart and made it difficult to breathe and impossible to swallow. She’d made an enemy already and she’d only been in Red Cap ten minutes. And it seemed such a damn shame for that enemy to be him. It made her fox sad.
    Lexington forced her gaze away and cleared her throat.