Go to Hail Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Hail Raisers #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Erotic, Funny, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Hail Raisers Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 72196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
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I.e., the hot guy at the bar who hadn’t looked this way all night.

“I love beer!”

I would’ve laughed. Really, I would have, but the man’s eyes were on me.

They were enthralling.

I couldn’t look away and likely wouldn’t have, had Wednesday not thrown herself around me and pulled me bodily to the dance floor.

Slightly tipsy or not, there was no way in hell I was going to dance with her.

I saw how she danced—and that was uninhibited. There was no way that I’d be dancing around her, not with the way she’d garnered every single man’s attention tonight. And yes, that included the hot one that I was staring at for most of it.

“No,” I shook off her hand. “I gotta pee!”

And hopefully find a way to get another beer without hot guy being near.

“Okay!” Wednesday chirped. “Do you want me to save you a spot?”

Save me a spot? On the dance floor? How, exactly, would she do a thing like that?

Dance around in a bigger circle?

“No,” I tried not to laugh. “I’ll catch you when you get back to the table.”

“Okay,” she cheered and clapped her hands. “Sounds good!”

I rolled my eyes and made my way to the bathroom, wondering why the hell I’d agreed to come with Wednesday in the first place. Likely, it was due to the fact that she bothered me relentlessly about it, and I always had an excuse.

That, and she’d met me at the grocery store after Michael had taken Reggie, and I’d not had her with me to use for an excuse. After learning that I was child-free, she had invited me out and I wasn’t able to come up with an excuse fast enough and was forced to bend to her will.

Which sucked, because to be honest, it would’ve been incredible to have a few hours to myself without my daughter around. A bottle of wine and the last season of Blue Bloods sounded fantastic after a day like today.

As I got to the line for the women’s restroom, I pulled out my phone and started to read a book.

I’d made it about a chapter and a half in before it was my turn, and only when I was about to head inside, did I look up.

I blinked when I saw the man—the hot guy—standing across the hallway from me, staring.

The hot guy that I realized that I knew now that I saw him up close and personal instead of from across a smoky, dark bar. The one man that had watched over me—thanks to Wolf’s insistence—when a call for all medical personnel in the area had gone out months ago.

We hadn’t spoken then. There hadn’t been enough time. And when there had been time, he’d been gone.

For the life of me I couldn’t remember his name, though. I’d been so enamored with meeting the man in person—I’d seen him around town quite a bit—that I’d momentarily blanked out.

When I’d come to, with my friend leaving me, he’d nodded his head at me and I’d gone to work at hearing a woman’s pained cry.

“You enjoying that book?” he asked casually.

I cleared my throat, nodded, and—like the introvert that I was—walked into the bathroom and slammed the door.

“Shit!” I cursed, loudly enough for the woman at the sink to look at me.

“Sorry,” I apologized for my cursing. “Stubbed my toe.”

She looked down at the dusty cowboy boots I had on with my jeans, and ‘hmmed’ at me.

I chose to go into the bathroom stall before I said or did anything else stupid and embarrassing.

Once I was finished, I walked to the counter and washed my hands, inspecting my face.

I had a zit on the bottom of my chin. It was the size of Atlanta.

It hurt like a mother, and I was wondering if anybody beside me could see it. With the way it was positioned, I was fairly sure that nobody could, but that didn’t stop me from covering it by keeping my eyes pointed at the ground as I exited.

Though that likely had a lot to do with the fact that there might be the man out in the hallway again, and I really didn’t want him to see the zit that hopefully only I could see. If, on the off chance, he was still leaning against that wall.

But, the moment I arrived in the hallway, I glanced up slightly to study the area and was disappointed to find that the only people there were the women waiting in the line for the bathroom.

Shit.

But then, as I passed an open doorway, I froze when I heard that voice say, “Gonna wait right here for her.”

I sped up, completely saddened to hear that my hot guy was waiting for another woman.

God, why was I so stupid?

I was a single mother. I had extra weight in my ass and thighs. I had long blonde hair, and at this point, I only had a double chin when I looked down at my iPhone. I wasn’t anyone to write home about.


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