Daze was undeniably sexy. Tall for a beta, probably just under six feet, with lean muscles wrapping every inch of his frame. Naturally tan, flawless skin.
He was funny too.
HadIever thought about running away with the circus? I laughed. Before yesterday, I’d never considered running away at all.
“No, I haven’t.” I shook my head. “People really do that?”
He waved a hand over himself, and I had to fight to keep my eyes away from his perfectly tanned, washboard abs. The fact that he was in gray sweatpants didn’t help. At all.
“We do,” he assured me with a brilliant white smile.
I tried to keep eye contact, but it was easy to get lost in his rich, brown eyes. Instead, I focused on his pointed, angular nose.
Was everything about this man fucking perfect? It was like he’d been plucked from a circus romance book and plopped down in front of me. My eyes bounced up to his wavy, rainbow hair, and I was instantly jealous. Yep, he was perfect.
“Do you like it?” I asked before I could stop myself. “Being part of the circus?”
I needed to get out of here. I needed snacks and a shower before I continued my hitchhiking journey to Houston, but I couldn’t help my curiosity. I’d never been to a circus, and it wasn't exactly a common profession.
When will I get a chance to chat with another troupe member?
Yes, that was definitely the reason I was lingering out here in the dingy truck-stop parking lot. Not the fact that Daze was the prettiest man I’d ever seen.
Besides, he was friendlier than Revel and easy to talk to. It didn’t feel like we were complete strangers. It felt like I’d met him before, even though I was certain I hadn’t.
“My favorite place on the planet is in the big top,” he explained with an easy smile. “I’ve never felt so alive or free as I do in the ring, so yes… you could say I like it.”
Free.
The word held more weight than it should have, and an image flashed through my mind. One of me in front of a crowd of people, wearing some insane outfit, without a care in the world. Free from a life of sticking to the shadows.
Free from the Stone pack.
The thought was enough to make me laugh again.
The spotlight was the last place I needed to be while I was on the run.
“Are you a clown?” I glanced up at his vibrant hair again.
He chuckled. “Hardly, though I’ve been told I’m kind of funny. I’m an aerialist.”
“Like the trapeze?” I canted my head to the side.
His eyes lit up immediately, the glow brightening the rest of his features. “Trapeze, silks, and hoops mainly.”
I could imagine Daze twirling above a crowd, wrapped in rainbow-colored silks, and I didn’t hate the idea. Something about his cool confidence told me he was probably spectacular at his act. Maybe one day our paths would cross again, and I’d get to see him perform.
“What about Revel?” I asked, my gaze drifting toward the highway even though he was long gone.
“I'll give you one guess.” He smirked. “I’ll even give you a hint: you've already seen him do it.”
“Well, I've only seen him be an asshole and ride a motorcycle…” I said, counting them on my fingers. “So I'm guessing it’s the latter.”
Daze snorted a laugh, his shoulders shaking with the sound. “Right again. He’s one of our motorcycle stuntmen. He does jump tricks and rides in a cage.”
Motorcycles in a cage?
That sounded way worse than motorcycles on the highway.
