Swerve: Boosted Hearts (Volume 1) Read Online Free

door. He had it open in ten seconds.
    “How did you do that?”
    “Tools of the trade.”
    Her brow scrunched again. “I thought you were a mechanic?”
    “People lock keys in their cars all the time. Every good mechanic has a set of lock picks.” So does every good car thief.
    “Oh. Right.”
    He turned the door handle and pushed it open. “Night, Shay.”
    She glanced up at him, teeth sinking into her bottom lip again, before her tongue darted out to slide across it. “Do you want…?”
    “I better get going.” Before he made things worse and kissed her, tasted her like he was desperate to.
    “Okay,” she rasped in a way that set tingles off at the base of his spine.
    “Later, babe.” Then he turned away, left her standing at her door, and got the hell out of there.
    Knowing full well that later would never come.
    * * *
    Shay tugged at the front of her shirt. The uniform at Woody’s came in two sizes—tight or tighter. Even wearing a minimizing bra, her boobs looked like two overblown cantaloupes trying to jiggle out the top of her shirt. And don’t get her started on the required skinny jeans that hid nothing. She was all wobbly belly, boobs and butt, and there was nothing she could do about it.
    Her disaster of a relationship with Travis meant she’d been forced to leave her job at TBS Design. Desperate for money, she’d taken whatever she could get. She’d loved what she did at TBS, but so far, she’d found no other fulltime position. So, in the meantime, she worked at Woody’s four nights a week. She also did three half days at Raggedy Janes, a pre-loved clothing shop, which was conveniently only a short walk from The Happy Armadillo Trailer Park. In between that, she did whatever graphic design work she could pick up from home.
    Because of Travis—and her own naivety and lack of judgment—her career had taken a nosedive, not to mention her standard of living. As much as she loved the trailer park—it was home, after all, where she’d lived most of her life—she missed her old apartment. She missed the furniture she’d been forced to sell. She missed having space. The saying “couldn’t swing a cat” came to mind, though in her case, it was more like “couldn’t swing a gerbil.”
    Vinnie filled her drinks order, and she loaded up her tray.
    He looked beyond her shoulder. “It’s gonna be a busy night.”
    Woody’s was always busy. The dive bar was a popular hangout for a large and varying crowd. College kids, business types, employees from the mall a short walk away, and most nights they had at least ten guys from the construction firm down the road.
    This was also where some of her ex-coworkers frequented, including Travis, which was not ideal but how she’d gotten the job in the first place. She knew a couple of the waitresses pretty well, and when she needed a job, they’d set her up with an interview. Thankfully, she didn’t work Fridays when the TBS staff came in for after-work drinks.
    “I better deliver these before people start getting restless.” Sliding her tray off the bar, she weaved her way through the crowd toward her section. All her tables were full. Once again, she wished her trailer was big enough for a full-sized tub. A shower just didn’t cut it after a night on her feet.
    She delivered the drinks and headed to the booth at the back to take their order. The corner was always dimly lit and after coming from the bar where the lights were a lot brighter, her eyes always needed a minute to adjust. Which was why she was standing, hip to table, leaning forward to hear her customer’s order over the music, before she saw who was sitting there.
    Oh, dear God.
    Her mountain man.
    She blinked, then blinked again.
    Only she wasn’t seeing things. He was sitting right there, big body lounged back, warm chocolate eyes locked on her.
    Crap.
    You’re not interested, I’ll drop you home then I’m gone, no problem. But if you are, say the word, and I’ll spend the