Forbidden Attraction [The Callens 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Free

because she’d get to meet another hunk, she didn’t know. Regardless, this was going to be a fun night.
    When Jenny arrived at 6:30 p.m., the Raging Bull was already packed. This crowd was about the same size as the one a few Wednesdays ago, when they brought in two professionals to teach line dancing.
    Jackson came out from behind the bar and smiled when he spotted her. He was dressed in his usual jeans and boots, but this time he had on a form-fitting, blue and green plaid shirt that matched his hazel eyes and showed off his magnificent body instead of the black-and-white Raging Bull Saloon uniform.
    “You ready to experience the seedier side of Intrigue?” His grin dimpled his cheeks.
    She hadn’t considered what the clientele would be like. “Is it really that bad?”
    He wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Don’t worry, little one, I’ll protect you.” With his free hand he beat his chest.
    Jackson had a way of always making her laugh. “Thanks.”
    They took his truck, which was quite new and had comfortable seats. Once she buckled up, he pulled out of the establishment. She was surprised so many people wanted to drink tonight given the monster truck rally was in town. Maybe it wasn’t the type of affair one needed to see more than once.
    The road to get to the arena was quite clogged, and the parking at the stadium was packed. It was almost 7:00 p.m. by the time they got their tickets and went in. She wanted to pay her way, but Jackson insisted it was his treat. Did that mean he thought of this as a date? Wouldn’t that be nice?
    He’d told her it was general seating. “Where’s a good spot to get a good view?” she asked.
    The infield was filled with dirt mounds, ramps, and a lot of beat-up cars lined up next to each other.
    “All the seats are good, but let’s try to get fairly close.” He took her hand, and they wove their way through the hordes of people.
    Two kids were standing in the aisle chitchatting, and Jackson politely asked if they could move. Once he picked their row, they had to climb over a couple of folks to get to the center. Finally they settled in their stadium seats. The evening air had a hint of a breeze, which made it the perfect temperature to watch an outdoor event.
    He looked around. “We got a good crowd probably because The Grave Digger is here.”
    “What’s so special about him?” She’d seen the picture of the truck. Even she had to admit it was quite handsome with its green flames painted on the hood.
    “Dennis Anderson, the driver, is the world champion of freestyle. But he might not be the driver tonight. I think there are about nine Grave Diggers, so I don’t know which one we’ll get.”
    She chuckled. “Monster truck drivers compete? Is that like ice-skating where they have judges?”
    “Sure is.”
    Oh, my . People must take this sport seriously. Before she could ask any more questions, the announcer came on and asked the crowd to rise for the singing of the national anthem. A hush fell over the crowd as they all stood. Despite the sound reverberating across the stands, the young girl had a beautiful voice.
    When they returned to their seats, two large and colorfully painted trucks shot out from one end of the arena. Watching part of the show on YouTube was one thing, but seeing it in person was something else.
    “They’re huge.”
    He smiled. “Which makes them unstable.”
    Fascinated, she tried to take in everything, but it was hard to concentrate on both trucks at the same time. One truck just rode over six cars. “Yikes.”
    When the truck landed, it bounced on two wheels a few times then rolled twenty feet on the two left side wheels. She almost lifted off her seat for fear the man would crash. When all four wheels landed, the crowd clapped. Her pulse slowed.
    “Cool, huh?”
    She looked over at him. His gaze was on her and not on the show. “That was incredible.”
    “Watch. They’re lining up to race. They have to go around an