Charli has a plan for her life. It does not include the hot guy at table four. This is the first time she’s seen him at The Crash, the bar where she works most evenings. From the moment he arrives with his power suit, condescending friends, and unnerving stare, he’s hijacked her thoughts. It doesn’t help that he keeps finding ways to insinuate himself into her life.
Logan has a plan for his life. It does not include the quirky little waitress at the new bar his friends discovered. He has a lot of obligations and very little time. If he needs a female distraction once in awhile, she isn’t the type of woman he normally looks to. Despite all of this, she has become what he wants most of all.
Working to overcome all the things threatening to separate them won’t be easy. Can they find a way to meet in the middle if it holds the promise of happily ever after?
After looking to make sure both Kyle and Liv are occupied with something besides watching me, I risk another look at Logan’s table, but he isn’t there. Has he left?
It’s probably better for me if he has, but I feel disappointed nonetheless. Turning my head back toward my destination, I feel the bone wrenching shock of crashing into what must be a cement wall.
“Ugh!” I always thought it was funny when cartoon characters hit their head and literally saw stars, but for the first time I realize that it can be a real phenomenon.
Feeling myself going down, I’m soon flat on my ass and surrounded by the broken glass of several beer bottles. I’m also covered in the liquid that was previously contained in those broken bottles. Now I’ll have to leave work to shower, or risk spending all night smelling like a drunk on a major bender.
“Damn! Chuck, are you okay?”
Looking up, I realize my cement wall is tanned, muscled, and in possession of amazing gold-flecked, green eyes. “What did you call me?” I croak as I try to figure out how to get up without embedding glass into my hands. The image, of Frankenstein-style stitches covering my palms, is enough to make me take this seriously.
Running his hand through his hair, Logan sighs. Then he bends down and scoops me up into his arms like it’s nothing at all. I know I’m not heavy, but it really looks like it took absolutely no effort on his part.
“Charli, I’m so sorry. I really am.” He whispers near my ear as he continues to hold onto me and the warmth of his breath makes me shiver lightly.
“Are you sorry for calling me that stupid name again? Or for making me bust my ass?”
It’s a legitimate question and I feel the chuckle reverberate through his chest. Maybe I should be upset that I’ll have a bruised backside by tomorrow, maybe I should be upset that I now have a mess of glass and beer to clean up, and maybe I shouldn’t feel this excitement at being held tightly against the rock hard body of a shit hot guy that pissed me off so recently, but…
“Both, I guess,” he says, and when he smiles down at me, I find it hard to remember what I’d even asked him.
This man has a beautiful smile.
Stacey Brandon & Karen Bell Bio:
Once upon a time, these two hookers became best friends…
Stacey Brandon and Karen Bell both live in the same small Texas town on the Gulf Coast, are happily married and the proud Moms of awesome kids. Stacey owns and runs a photography studio and Karen designs and sews her own children’s clothing line. They met over fifteen years ago when they decided to turn one large professional space into a single home for both businesses.
Well, that’s all the boring facts expected to be included in an “about the author” page, right? The reality is so much more fun. Stacey and Karen and their families spend holidays together, travel together… and generally turn every situation into something crazy and chaotic. They are both fluent in English, Sarcasm and Profanity and have decided the irrefutable proof of their best friend status is how often people assume they are “together” when in public. The poor husbands are good sports about it… and might even encourage this misconception at times for sheer entertainment value.
When Karen battled cancer… and kicked its ass… in 2014, they learned to value every day and quit worrying about what others think. Do what you love! Karen is happy to take advantage of the situation though. She loves to remind everyone she “had the CANCER, dammit!” and now she can always and forever claim the last brownie 😉
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