Imprisoned Match [Ménage.com 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free Page A

away to yell out a warning to the beautiful woman that Mrs. Wheelock was about to back right into the driver’s rear side of her vehicle. The loud sound could be heard all the way down Main Street. Cyn had laid down what she had been carrying on the sidewalk and run to make sure that they were okay. How she ran in those stilettos was anyone’s guess. Mitch placed the rag that he had been wiping his hands on in his back pocket and started to jog across the street.
    He couldn’t say that the question of “What the hell am I thinking?” didn’t cross his mind, because it did. Mitch never got involved in other people’s business. Why he was doing so now, he didn’t know.
    That was a total lie. He knew exactly why he was going over to make sure that the women weren’t hurt, and it was because he wanted to meet the secretive redhead. He had caught a glimpse of her standing inside the alleyway. Thinking it odd that she was watching the goings-on of the town, he had witnessed Willow talking with her. Any other person probably wouldn’t have noticed the edge that was in her stance, but his ten years in prison had taught him to be perceptive. Observation was the key to life or death inside the joint.
    “Mitch, will you make sure the woman is okay? I’ll get Mrs. Wheelock.”
    Mitch nodded, walking around the car and pulling up on the handle of the door. He knew he was a hardened man and nothing in life ever fazed him, but seeing those light-blue eyes staring up at him made Mitch wish that things had been different. Neither of them moved for a moment, giving him time to study her features. Her oversized sunglasses had slipped down to the tip of her nose, where a sprinkle of freckles dusted her skin. With graceful movements, she removed them, all the while keeping her eyes in constant contact with his. She was classically beautiful, with high cheekbones and sensual lips that were made for kissing. The red highlights in her auburn hair shined in the sunlight, making it seem as if she were wearing a halo. The length only came to her shoulders, but its volume and chic cut accentuated her jawbone. Had it not been for Cyn asking if the woman was hurt, Mitch probably would have kept standing there like a love-struck boy. More accurately, a man who had been in prison for the last ten years and been deprived of seeing such beauty.
    “Are you all right, ma’am?” His voice was deep, but the rusty way the words came out indicated that he didn’t talk much. He hoped she didn’t notice. Mitch squatted so that they were at eye level, ignoring the bite of pain from his dick being squeezed.
    “Yes. Is the other woman hurt?”
    “Mrs. Wheelock is fine,” Cyn said, coming over to them. “It’s a good thing she wasn’t backing out fast. There doesn’t seem to be much damage to the cars, but I’m sure you’ll want to exchange insurance information.”
    Since the woman had still not revealed her name, Mitch couldn’t help but give her the nickname Ginger . And seeing as Ginger had lost all color to her face at Cyn’s suggestion, Mitch knew for sure that this woman was full of secrets. He gave her credit though, because Ginger got out of the car, forcing him to stand and watch as she went over to Mrs. Wheelock to make certain the older woman wasn’t hurt. Seemingly satisfied with what she found, Ginger nonchalantly waved her hand at the damage to her car and dismissed them turning it over to the insurance companies.
    “I’m sure all it will do is raise your rates. Honestly, there’s no need to do that.”
    “But, dear, I’m not sure I can afford—”
    “She’s a friend of mine, Mrs. Wheelock. I’ll take care of fixing up the vehicles,” Mitch said, offering up his services. “No need to worry about cost.”
    What the hell was he thinking, opening his big mouth like that? As Mrs. Wheelock and Cyn exclaimed how perfectly everything had worked out, Mitch and Ginger stared at one another. The wariness in her eyes made him