Read Online Firecracker (Last Call, Book Six) by Moira Rogers - Free Book Online

 
    Firecracker
    Too hot to handle. Looking for a fireproof
lover.
     

     
    Phoebe stood on the curb and watched another
human walk past Last Call without giving it so much as a sideways
glance, even when the door pushed open to release two drunk pixies,
one of whom glowed independently of the neon sign above her
glittery pink hair.
    A neat bit of magic, hiding a popular club
for supernaturals in the midst of the city. Whatever spells wrapped
the building must have extended to the sidewalk in front of it,
because passers-by seemed wholly uninterested in the giggling,
glowing duo.
    The bouncer wasn’t as inattentive. He caught
the girl’s arm before she could step off the curb. “Do I need to
call someone to sober you up?”
    “ Oh, whoops.” The pixie in
the green dress leaned in to her friend and whispered loudly enough
to be heard three blocks away. “You’re glowing.”
    “ Damn it!” The girl
scrunched up her nose, and the pink aura surrounding her
vanished.
    The bouncer released her, and the two spilled
into the street in a sea of giggles. As they melted into the night,
the bouncer turned his attention to Phoebe. “You torn,
sweetheart?”
    Torn—the perfect word. The club wasn’t the
sort of place she usually visited. Loud music and grinding dances
were diversions of the young, and after one hundred and
thirty-seven years on the earth, she hardly considered herself
that.
    But Last Call had another purpose. “Do you
have one of the menus I could see? The specials?”
    It must have been a common question, because
he reached behind him to produce a glossy menu without comment.
Taking it, she found nothing but plain black text on an off-white
background, a long list of drinks under headings that marked the
most common supernatural species.
    Nothing common about her problem. She almost
gave up before realizing the back held more drinks, each one
assigned a meaning in elegant italics. Halfway down the page, her
breath caught as longing and hope set her heart to pounding.
    Firecracker. Too hot to handle, looking for
a fireproof lover.
    As if he’d seen the reaction a hundred times,
the bouncer pushed open the door. “Welcome to Last Call.”
     

     
    She’d ordered a firecracker.
    Jarrett watched the delicate looking brunette
as Bernie mixed her drink. She seemed nervous—and with good reason,
if she’d somehow been walking around, inadvertently setting her
lovers on fire.
    “ Damn, I’d hit that.” Beside
him, Andy lifted his beer and watched the woman smooth her prim
black skirt down her legs. “Too bad I’d die trying. You wouldn’t,
though.”
    Jarrett hesitated, then
shook his head. “She’s dressed like she’s on her way to play the
lead in Breakfast at
Tiffany’s . That’s out of my
league.”
    “ Not tonight, buddy.” Andy
leaned forward and gestured with his beer bottle. “What are you
going to do, leave her to the psychics? She wants a man who can
handle a little fire, and you’re a fucking hellhound.”
    She was pretty, the kind that didn’t come
from hours of getting ready. The kind that would still be pretty in
the morning.
    Jarrett rose without thinking, drained his
beer, and tossed a bill on the table. “Take care of it for me,
would you?”
    Andy laughed. “Go get her, you lucky
bastard.”
    The brunette was watching the floor as she
sipped at her drink, and her gaze snapped to Jarrett as soon as he
drew even with the two psychics who were arguing over which one got
to have her. The taller one had just about decided he’d be okay, so
long as he maintained his concentration while he was getting her
off.
    Jarrett shook his head. “How about you get
the next one and leave the firecracker to me?” He didn’t wait for
answer, just pushed past them and made his way to the bottom of the
dais.
    She didn’t take her eyes from him as she
rose, her purse clutched in one hand and the plastic key to one of
the upstairs suites in the other. Even her heels were modest, and
they