Daring Her Love

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by Melissa Foster


  “Except to you, Kat. I want more with you, and I’m prepared to make you promises that I will most definitely keep.” He ran his fingers through her hair. “I want my life to include a bartender slash waitress turned PR girl from Richmond, Virginia.”

  She could hardly breathe, her heart was so full.

  “Say you want that, too, Kat. Say you feel what I feel. Tell me that you feel like the pieces of your life have finally come together.” He caressed her cheek, making the thickening in her throat even worse. “You’ve always been a part of me, and I never want that to change.”

  She heard the honesty in his voice, saw the pleading in his gaze. God, how could she have fallen so hard so fast? “I want it, Eric. I want it all. I’m just scared.”

  “Me too.” He pressed his lips to hers. “But not of us. I’m scared of walking out of this bathroom and never feeling what I feel again. I’m scared of not seeing you for another twenty years.”

  She gulped in air to ensure she was still breathing. “I’m right there with you. But where do we go from here?”

  His smile was relieved and sexy and so full of love she pressed herself closer to him, wanting to be sure he saw the same thing in her eyes as she did in his.

  “I think we start with dinner,” he said as he pressed his lips to hers. “And then maybe dessert. And then, hopefully, we’ll fall into forever.”

  —The End—

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  HEARTS AT PLAY, The Bradens

  KAT BURST THROUGH the stockroom doors of Old Town Tavern, nearly plowing into Brianna.

  “Jeez, Kat. What the hell?” Brianna Heart had been working since noon, and she had another two hours to go before her ten-hour shift was over. She didn’t have the energy for Kat’s drama. Not tonight, when she still had to muster the energy to pick up Layla, her five-year-old daughter, from her mother’s house, get her to bed, and then make invitations for Layla’s birthday party.

  “Patrick Dempsey is here. I saw him. He’s sitting at a table in the bar. Oh my God—he is even hotter in person.” Kat flipped her long blond hair over her shoulder and tapped her finger on her lip. “I wonder if he’s looking for a date.”

  “Kat.” Brianna shook her head. “You’re crazy. You always think you see famous people. Not a lot of famous people are clamoring to get into Richmond, Virginia.”

  “Bree, I’m telling you. I think I need to change my underwear.” She looked at Brianna and furrowed her perfectly manicured brows. “Oh, honey. Here. Let me help you with your hair. You could be the prettiest bartender slash waitress out there and you know it. Well, besides me, of course.” She began fluffing Bree’s straight, shoulder-length brown hair.

  Brianna shook her head. “Please. If it is Patrick Dempsey, I’ll be the last person he’s looking at.” She wiped her hands on the little towel she kept looped over her belt at all times—because she didn’t have time to breathe, much less go searching for something to dry her hands on.

  “Oh, come on, Bree. Don’t you want to get out of this place? What better way than with a famous sugar daddy?” Kat looked at her reflection in the glass and flipped her long blond hair over her shoulder again.

  “Ugh. No, thank you. The last thing Layla needs is that kind of lifestyle, and the last thing I need is to stand in the stockroom talking about fictitious people. I love you, Kat, but I gotta get out there.” She patted her back pocket. “I need the tips. Layla’s birthday is coming up.”

  “I can’t believe she’s going to be six. Gosh, that went quick. What does she want?”

  “A puppy, a kitten, a bigger bedroom.” Brianna sighed. “But I think I’m gonna get her a winter jacket. Kill two birds with one stone.” She winked as she headed out of the stockroom and up to the bar. A quick scan told her that Patrick Dempsey was definitely not there. She snagged the empty glasses from the bar and wiped it down.

  Mack Greenley, the manager of the bar, sidled up to Brianna. She’d worked for Mack for the past five and a half years, and though she was twenty-eight and he was only thirty-eight, he’d taken her under his wing as if she were his daughter.

  “Booth.” Mack was a big man with a mass of brown hair and a thick, powerful neck.

  “Got it.” Bree wiped her hands on the towel, grabbed an order pad, and went to the only occupied booth in the small bar. It was Thursday night at seven o’clock. Another half hour and the bar would be packed for Major League Baseball playoffs. Brianna focused on her order pad, thinking about Layla’s birthday and wishing she could afford the time or money to get her a pet, like she wanted. But as a single mother, she couldn’t balance working fifty hours each week with taking care of Layla and a pet. It was just too much. She pushed the thought away and feigned a smile.

  “Hi, I’m Brianna…Bree. What can I get you?”

  The guy in the booth lifted his head in her direction, and Brianna’s breath caught in her throat. She felt her jaw go slack. The man’s thick, windblown dark hair looked as if someone had just run their hands through it. While kissing his glorious lips and feeling that sexy five-o’clock shadow on their cheek. Jesus, he does look like Patrick Dempsey…on steroids.

  “A sidecar and a glass of water, please,” he said.

  Brianna couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe. She
couldn’t even close her damn mouth. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

  He cocked his head. “Are you okay?”

  Are you kidding me? Does your voice have to be so damn smooth and rich? That’s so unfair. She cleared her throat. “Yeah, sorry. Long day. One sidecar coming up.” She cursed at herself all the way back to the bar.

  Kat grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the sink, their backs to way-sexier-than-Patrick-Dempsey steroid guy. “I told you,” she whispered. “Jesus, you’re lucky. What are you gonna do?”

  Brianna looked over her shoulder at the handsome man. Trouble. That’s what she saw. She’d known men like him before. Hell, that’s how she ended up with Layla.

  “Nothing. He wants a sidecar. You take it to him.” Brianna handed her the pad and went to help the woman she and Kat called Red—a slutty redhead who spent every Thursday night trolling the bar for men.

  Brianna focused on making Red her cosmo. The din of the customers fell away. Her mind circled back to the Patrick Dempsey look-alike’s voice. It was so…so…different from any other man’s voice. He didn’t speak as if he were rushed, and he looked at her eyes instead of her breasts, which was also different from most of the male customers at the tavern. She started when Kat touched her shoulder.

  “Bree, come on. You do it. I can’t take him from you. He’s probably a big tipper. Look at that jacket.”

  Brianna glanced at the brown leather jacket hanging on the end of the booth. “It’s okay. You go. I’m good.” She handed Red a cosmo.

  “Do you know who that is?” Red lifted her glass toward the handsome man.

  Bree shrugged. “No idea.” But I’m sure he’ll take you home.

  “I think that’s my date,” Red said.

  Isn’t every man? Brianna watched Kat bring him his drink. Her crimson lips spread with a flash of her sexiest smile. Brianna knew Kat’s next move. The hair flip. Then she’d touch his shoulder and…She watched Kat throw her head back in an exaggerated laugh. Brianna sighed and turned away. He’s probably an ass. She’d made it this long without a man dragging her through emotional hell; she wasn’t going to cave now. She pulled her shoulders back and rotated just in time to see Red sliding into the seat across from him.

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