Unleashed: Declan & Kara (Unleashed #1-4; Beg for It #1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

was on
the corner of seedy and rowdy. One time I’d seen a man with a woman
up against his truck and I couldn’t be sure, we were driving fast
and it was late, but under the streetlight it sure looked like they
were doing more than just kissing.
    Had Declan gone there?
And if he had, who was he with? Instantly, I pictured Darlene with
her dark red lipstick and knowing smile. She’d graduated a few
years ahead of me. She specialized in jean skirts that barely covered
her you-know-what and fishnet stockings, usually with a few holes
ripped into them. Real classy. My frown deepened.
    “I’m just playing.”
Bruce elbowed me and handed me a toasted marshmallow. “You knew I
was going to give you one.”
    I smiled at him and his
attention turned back to the group. A couple of guys were horsing
around and pretending to swordfight with some sticks, like they
should be wearing pirate costumes or something. I wondered what
Declan would think of it all, hicks out goofing off the same way we
had ever since we were kids.
    “Last one in has to
haul it all!” One of Bruce’s friends yelled out, then raced
toward the lake. I knew better than to ignore that threat. I didn’t
want to have to lug a cooler and a couple of beach blankets up
through the sand. I peeled off my shorts and shirt ran like the wind,
dusting more than a few of my tipsier friends as I tore down to the
shore and dove into the cool, clear water.
    It wasn’t until late
that night that my mind returned once again to Declan. I lay in bed
and realized that from the window in my room I could see his cabin.
At night I would be able to tell what he was up to, if he was in and
awake. Tonight he was either asleep or still out. His window was
dark.
    I had to admit, I was a
little surprised that Daddy had hired him. Declan looked like
trouble. He was no mild-mannered hermit who barely managed a “thank
you, ma’am” if I fixed some sandwiches for the guys for lunch.
We’d had a bunch of those types before, seasonal workers just
passing through, drifting through life. My father was pretty good at
picking out the trustworthy from the troublesome characters, and so
far they’d all been harmless. A little lost, maybe, but they’d
never caused any problems.
    Declan looked hungry.
His eyes burned something fierce. I’d met him for all of a minute
and I didn’t know what I was talking about, not really, but it was
a feeling I had. I couldn’t see him aimlessly bouncing around like
this for long, picking up seasonal work on other people’s ranches.
He seemed destined for something more. Maybe that’s why my daddy
had hired him. Maybe he thought we could use a little more fire in
the furnace, maybe even a few new ideas. That’d be interesting.
    My head on my soft
pillow, a warm spring breeze blew in gentle through the open window,
making my white cotton curtains slowly undulate. It was the kind of
night you loved to fall asleep, closing your eyes with a smile on
your face.
    Only tonight, I stayed
awake for a while. I had some vivid images in my mind. A strong,
masculine jaw set hard like something had made him angry. Corded
muscles that had bulged when he’d crossed his arms across his
chest. Worn jeans that hung low on his lean hips.
    I’d never given much
thought to that kind of guy before. We had a few of the dark and
dangerous types in my high school. You’d pass them on the way to
gym while they smoked a cigarette, skipping some class or another.
Usually it didn’t take long before they dropped out, got arrested
or both. I knew some girls went in for that stuff. I wasn’t one of
them.
    My boyfriend Bruce was
a good guy. He was about to head off to U Montana to get his
four-year college degree just like his father before him. He’d make
some girl real happy someday, I knew that much. I didn’t know about
that far down along the line myself, but I did know that right now we
fit together like two puzzle pieces. You didn’t even have to think
about it, it just