Page 2 of Heartbreak Hero

She wore a tight black dress that shimmered and sparkled around her curvy form. Her dark hair was a mess of curls hanging halfway down her back.

She was dressed to impress.

And Levi was very fucking impressed.

Watching her, he could see her drop-dead gorgeous frame swaying to the music. The spaghetti straps of her dress barely stayed in place when she gyrated her hips, but she lifted her arms gracefully over her head and swayed.

Several men converged on her and that was when Levi realized she was alone. They were like hungry alphas after prey.

It wouldn’t matter. Levi hunted alphas for sport.

Sara spun away when one man attempted to slide an arm around her waist. She spun into another man, but danced gracefully away.

Levi knew she could only get away with that for so long, and then one of them would make a move.

Tossing back the rest of his water, he left the glass on a nearby table.

Cleaving through the crowd of dancers, he headed directly for Sara. The dancers parted for him. Most people did when they saw him coming.

Sara didn’t see him, but two of her cling-ons did, and after one look at him, they disappeared like vapor.

The last one, the persistent one, Levi clamped a hand on the man’s shoulder. He punched his thumb deep into the muscle, knowing it would send pain shooting through the guy’s shoulder and arm. Jerking away from him, the man held his arm and backed hastily away.

Sara had her eyes closed and spun away from him, offering Levi a view of her tight ass and he looked his fill. Moving closer, he moved to the beat, but not by much.

His presence around the stunning brunette kept every male away.

None of them wanted to fuck with that guy.

Sara Jones loved this song.

You and Me had been released in 2005. She’d been nine at the time, but her mother had played it and others on repeat.

She had grown up to this music.

But she was also going to clobber the next guy who put his hands on her. Of that, she had no doubt.

She was there to dance. She was there to get away from the pressure of the job and most of all, she was there to get away from the guy she was currently thinking of dating—who was actually an ex-boyfriend from college.

Okay, so they’d only been on one date so far, but something didn’t feel right.

Never in a million years would she have thought she would ever see Kevin Wilson again. By chance, she’d run into him ata coffee shop in Jack London Square and he seemed to have changed from an uncaring boy into an attentive man.

Kevin was safe, she reminded herself.

And God knew she needed safety after her last boyfriend. She couldn’t trust herself.

She had dated and slept with a stalker turned killer who had been in love with her best friend. Her choices were all messed up.

That was how fucked up she was.

Someone danced close to her and she waited for hands to touch her again, but they didn’t.

Perhaps they knew she was one step away from kneeing them in the balls?

The song changed to Gangsta’s Paradise by Coolio, and the place erupted into shouts and jumping bodies.

Sara was bumped and her eyes flew open. She was saved from a nasty fall by a pair of strong arms and pulled snug against a well-muscled chest covered by a white dress shirt unbuttoned at the throat.

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