Page 1 of Luka

Chapter One

Spencer was wiping down the bar, expecting nothing more than another mundane evening of pouring drinks and collecting tips. The only difference was that tonight Luka walked through the door, and Spencer’s heart skipped a beat as he caught sight of the handsome stranger. With dark hair cut stylishly and piercing green eyes, Luka reminded Spencer of a warrior whose perfect body had been carved out of marble.

The hum of voices in the bar faded into background noise as Spencer continued to stare, imagining what it would be like to run his fingers through Luka’s hair and feel those strong arms wrapped around him.

A guy could dream…

Spencer didn’t know him personally. I wish. He only knew Luka’s name because the guy had answered his phone once, using his name as the only greeting. He didn’t even use a credit card to pay for his drinks. Luka always used cash.

If only Spencer could land someone that handsome. He’d tried to start up a conversation with Luka a few times before—a charming smile, a witty comment—but all Luka did was sit on the last stool, his broad back facing the wall like he owned the place. Spencer couldn’t help but wonder what thoughts raced through Luka’s mind as he surveyed the room with guarded eyes.

But Spencer knew better than to push his luck. Luka was someone who clearly didn’t want to be bothered, which was why Spencer was surprised when he looked over to find Luka staring right at him. He could feel the heat creeping up his neck and the butterflies in his stomach. But then, Luka glanced at his phone and turned his attention back to his drink.

Spencer couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. Maybe Luka was just a regular guy, not interested in anything beyond his whiskey.

“You should just give up,” Tanner said from beside him. “You’ve been staring at that guy for a month now, and he hasn’t acknowledged you exist.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Spencer huffed. “I watch all our customers.”

“Not like you do him,” Tanner teased in a low tone. “It’s like he hypnotizes you whenever he enters the bar.”

“Why are you watching me so closely?” Spencer tossed the bar rag over his shoulder, stealing a glance Luka’s way. Again he was surprised when he saw Luka watching him. Then Luka got up and walked outside, his phone to his ear.

“Because it’s like watching a train wreck about to happen,” Tanner said. “You don’t even know if he’s gay. He probably thinks you’re creeping on him. Your boo is probably working a dead-end job, married, and comes to the bar to unwind— just like every unhappily married man.”

Spencer hadn’t noticed a wedding ring. He’d looked the first time he’d seen Luka at the bar. No ring. All Luka did was watch the people around him and once in a while take a call. Tanner was probably right. Luka might be the type to take off his wedding ring and it was his mistress calling him.

Unfortunately, Spencer had built up an entire persona regarding Luka. Some badass ex-military guy who was on the lam, making shady deals just to get by. Spencer also made him out to be the best lover in bed. The kind of guy who would rock Spencer’s world.

Too bad he would never find out. Spencer needed to get over his infatuation with Luka. Nothing was ever going to come from it. He was more than likely some average Joe who worked, drank, and went home to wifey.

With a sigh, Spencer set his towel on the bar. “I’m going on break.”

It was slow at Shinedown—a popular bar in a fairly nice neighborhood—and Spencer needed some fresh air. He took the side door out, making sure to use the piece of wood he and his coworkers used to prop the door open. Spencer sat on an overturned milk crate, resting his back against the building as he stared up at the stars.

It had been nearly six months since his coworker had come out to take a call and had vanished. A week after his disappearance, they’d found Ralph’s body in the building across the alley, along with evidence of foul play.

Since then Spencer’s boss had put up a security light as well as a camera. Not that those would help if someone decided to snatch him off his crate.

“You can’t call me for every problem you have. I don’t care how much you’re willing to pay me.”

Spencer sat up at the sound of the low and deep voice. He’d never heard anyone sound so damn sexy. It was a deep timbre that attracted his full attention.

Wait. Was that Luka? Spencer had only heard him speak a handful of times, and when Luka did talk, he hadn’t said much.

“Lose my number,” the stranger said with a growl that sounded too animalistic for Spencer’s liking.

He’d gotten up, ready to head back inside, when the security light above him went out, bathing the alley in darkness.

As far as Spencer knew, that had never happened before. He reached the door, only to accidentally kick it, sending the piece of wood flying away and making the door slam shut.

“Fuck,” Spencer muttered.

There was still light from the street, but it wasn’t as bright and frankly bathed him in shadows. Spencer reached for his phone so he could use his flashlight to find the damn buzzer. Tanner was going to have a snit about coming to let him in because the guy was a freaking drama queen. Before he could turn on the flashlight, he felt something or someone move behind him.

Spencer’s breath hitched as he slowly turned around, his heart racing like crazy. He saw nothing in the darkness, but he could feel the presence behind him. He took a step back, his hand still clutching his phone tightly.

“Who’s there?” he asked, but his voice was barely above a whisper.

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