Smith Surprise
Ja’Nese Dixon
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It’s never to late for love.
Also by Ja’Nese Dixon
Smith Pact Duo (Contemporary Romance)
Yuki’s Luck (Book 1)
Tempting Asher (Book 2)
Smith Surprise (Book 3)
Contents
About Smith Surprise
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
SNEAK PEEK: Yuki’s Luck
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
SNEAK PEEK: Asher’s Sonnet
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
YOU’RE INVITED
Dear Reader….
Also by Ja’Nese Dixon
About the Author
About Smith Surprise
When it comes to love, age ain’t
nothing but a number.
Rhonda Smith had to open her big mouth when she promised Asher and Yuki, her grown children, that she’d open her heart to love. And she intended to keep that promise until she learned dating ain’t what it used to be.
Now there are apps for that. Not to mention speed dating, blind dates, and singles gatherings. To top it all off, there's Netflix and chills, and social media.
God help her.
She’s a widower with nothing to lose, hoping for a second chance at her happily ever after, even if it means surviving absurd dates and kissing a few toads to find a suitable, mature man.
But when Jaxon Reinheart unexpectantly adds his name to her dance card, Rhonda throws caution to the wind. The much younger, single dad, plans to show her that love and chivalry are alive and well, and so is sexting.
Will Rhonda embrace this new love with Jaxon? Or will their differences relegate their heated summer romance as nothing more than a fond distant memory?
1
“Why did I open my big mouth?” I let me head drop to my folded arms on the mahogany bar, agony coiling through my veins.
I stare at the fine grains of the wood contemplating the night ahead. My daughters, Yuki and Jazz have arranged a full-blown night of speed dating. Just for me.
Yippee. This requires lots and lots of wine. “Ben, refill please.”
He chuckles and I dare not look up. This is my fault. I agreed to the Smith Pact and I’m a woman of my word. But how will I survive a full night of schmoozing with random men.
“Momma, stop sulking.” Yuki says rubbing my back.
“No! I don’t want to,” I whine looking up into her beautiful eyes. “And don’t you dare laugh at your mother.”
“Stop it! This was your idea.” Her manicured finger points in my direction. “And I flew to Ireland, the least you can do is talk with a few guys.” She sat on the plush bar stool next to me, taking a sip of my fresh glass of wine.
“I was helping you.”
“And now I’m returning the favor.” So bullheaded.
“Let me have it.” Yuki pulls out her iPad and I swear there’s a spreadsheet. “Yuki Smith—”
“—soon to be Yuki Jameson.”
“Not until you say ‘I Do.’” I rub my throbbing temples, this is getting worse by the minute. “How many men are we expecting?”
“Just twenty.”
“Twenty!” I squeal, my fingers are tingling to wrap around her dainty neck and wring her like a plump chicken.
“What’s with the shouting?” Jazz wraps a supportive arm around my shoulder and kiss my cheek.
“Your sweet sister-in-law has twenty dates scheduled for tonight.” I grate through my clinched teeth.
“I know. Isn’t it awesome!” I roll my head to face my daughter-in-law, and she slowly backs away taking the seat to my left.
“Momma, think of it this way,” Jazz adds, “you can just knock them all out in one night. Boom, boom, boom.” Jazz is our family romantic. Her bouncing finger and obvious excitement are worse than Yuki’s spreadsheet. I’m doomed.
“We have it all set up,” Yuki says.
I take a drink of my wine warm wine. My girls worked together to make this happen and I’ll suck it up and find a way to enjoy it.
“Okay, you two. Tell me how this all works.”
Jazz claps, bouncing up and down in her chair. “We’ll show you in to your table.” She passes me a little pamphlet.
“You guys made a pamphlet.” My head drops again, I take several deep breaths, the grim reaper might as well take me now.
“Of course,” Yuki chimes in, “we are thinking of making this a regular event…”
“…catering to young, single professionals in Austin.” Jazz is showing all of her pearly white teeth.
“We’re thinking of hosting it monthly.” They nod in agreement.
They’re even finishing each other’s sentences. I stare at the front entrance wondering if I can run past my matchmakers and never look back. I catch Asher’s attention and my heart screams Heeeelllllp meeeee!
Asher doesn’t hesitate, strolling across the room as the see of people part. He is by far my greatest accomplishment in life. He and Yuki both have made my life special. I’m blessed that God picked me to mother them. But they are grown now with lives of their own and I’m left trying to find a life of my own.
“Give us a second ladies.” Asher takes Jazz’s seat.
“Ash—”
“Yuki, five minutes. Check on the hordevurs and she’ll be all yours.” Even Ben slides to the other end of the bar. Asher leans closer, “You don’t have to do this Momma. They’ll understand.”
“I know. But I promised.” I collapse into his arms and shake my shoulders in an exaggerated display.
“We are not kids anymore.” He chuckles at my theatrics.
I created the Smith Pact when they were kids. It was our form of a sealed deal. The Smith Pact is written in stone. I managed to get them both through from grade school through college based on one of our pacts.
It’s how I taught my son to stand behind his word as a man, and my daughter to stand behind her word as a woman. And you can bet your life on one of our pacts. Asher nor Yuki will fail to deliver. It is how they ended up with this place.
I sit up glancing around the room. It is a two story warehouse style establishment. Smith & Jameson is owned by Asher and his wife Jazz, and Yuki and her fiancé Dylan equally. It is an urban international beer garden with ten truck food vendors outside the doors serving authentic ethnic cuisine. They are in the warehouse district and a mere ten minutes from Sixth Street.
“I’m so proud of you.” I cup the side of his handsome face.
“Thank you Momma.” He folds my hand
into his and kiss the back. “And don’t cry.”
“I can’t help it.” We struggled many nights the two of us looking out for each other. Then our family of two became three with Yuki. They’ve both managed to find something they love. And it’s time I do the same. “Tell me what you really think about this whole speed dating idea.”
Asher chuckles and lean back against the bar. “I’m staying out of it. I said my peace to Jazz and Yuki.”
“And that was?” I look up into hazel eyes mirroring my own.
“Don’t make me kill a dude over my momma.” His vibrant laughter forced me to join in, I can’t recall a time he laughed so openly and freely. Not until he met Jazz. Love has softened him hard edge.
“Oh brother.” I shake my head, as an odd feeling of being watched washes over me. I glance left and right and I see him. Jaxon Reinheart. We met months ago but haven’t talked much. His green eyes blaze into me and think I’m having a personal summer. I smile, politely as he tips a mug in my direction. “I’m a grown woman. I can handle myself.”
“As the man of the Smith tribe, I stand behind my words. I’ll shut it all down over you. And they know it.”
“Thank you son. You really know how to make your mom feel better.” I shake my head. He’ll always be my baby.
“Momma,” I glance up hearing the shift in his voice, not much louder than a whisper. “What I want most is for you to find the love you deserve.”
“I know baby. I’m not crazy enough to believe in happily-ever-afters not at my age. Forever is too much to ask. I just want someone I can pass the time with. Go on dates. Maybe dancing.”
“Dancing? You.” He folds over laughing.
“Boy don’t make me take you over my knee.”
He rocked back and forth. His laughter carrying over the music, and I chance a glance at Jaxon. Curiosity coats his handsome face. I elbow my rambunctious son. There is no way I can get his six-foot-plus self over my knee.
“Hush!” I swat at him, he knows better than anyone that I can’t dance. Not a lick. But I still like the idea of it. A man picking me up and taking me dancing. I brush away my fairy tale . “I’m so glad you and Jazz are doing better.”
“Me too. I can’t recall ever feeling more complete. My business is thriving. My wife is happy.” He sobered, the twinkle remains in his eyes. “And now, I want the same for you.”
I look down at our hands. “I guess I have twenty dates to prepare for.”
“Twenty?!”
“Jazz and I will be here with you.” Yuki assures me as we enter one of the private rooms in the back of S&J. They have several tables set up. “You’ll sit here.” She stopped in front of a table adorned with a small bouquet of flowers. The lights are dim and soft jazz plays in the air.
“You’ll have four minutes with each gentlemen.” Jazz says passing me a pamphlet and pen. “We’ll give you a few minutes between each one to jot down notes, your impressions, etcetera.”
“Where did you find these men, with such short notice?” I ask examining the pamphlet with the S&J logo on the front cover. They have gone all out.
“We each made a few suggestions. Then we reached out to a few of your friends.” Yuki pushes a stay curl behind her ear and glances back at her iPad. “Miss Mae and Miss Erica helped us round out our list of candidates.”
Mae and Erica sure can keep a secret because I knew nothing about this date until Jazz called me earlier asking me to dress nice for our meeting. “And here I was thinking we were going dress shopping.”
“We will Momma after we find you a date.”
“A date for what? You still haven’t set a date for the wedding.” Yuki and Dylan have been engaged for almost a year. I walk over to my assigned table and hang my purse over the back of the chair. I glance up to see Yuki’s eyes flickering and I canvas my brain for what I said. “I don’t like that look.”
“I’ll make you a deal.” She taps her chin with the pen stepping closer. I look to Jazz hoping she’ll help me out. But her eyes are focused on Yuki. “I’ll set a date when you get a boyfriend.”
“I am too grown for a boyfriend.”
“Momma you are 44 not 104. You act like you’re old or something.” Yuki is in full titan mode. She knows how to bend the wills of us mere mortals to fit her every desire. Just ask Dylan.
“I am not old, but well seasoned, thank you very much.” I lower into the chair. I’m in charge of this show. “And I’m a woman with four grown babies and I’ve earned every year.”
“You started young.” Yuki counters, “Besides, you adopted me and Jazz and Dylan are bonuses.”
“Instead of finding me a boy…friend,” it feels foreign on my tongue, “why don’t we focus on grand babies?” Their collective groans filled the room. “So you hurry and give my son a baby,” I point at Jazz, “and Yuki stop dragging your feet and marry Dylan. Case closed.”
“You find a man and I’ll set a date.” Yuki stepped to the table with her iPad cradle in her arms. “Deal?”
I know a challenge when I see it. The word deal hanging over me like a shining star pointing to my true north. And I’m not jumping at the bait. This is already so out of my comfort zone I’m sweating bullets.
“I think we should update the pact.” Jazz adds, shoulder to shoulder with Yuki.
“I think you’re right sister.” Yuki declares sharing a nod and I’m double-dog-doomed.
“Asher! Dylan!” I call. But the music is too loud and I know they can’t stop this train.
“Oh no, Momma, this is a revised, 2.0 version of the Smith Pact with the Smith women. Are you in or out?” She thrusts a pen in my direction and I’m trapped. Trapped by my own clever tactic.
“I don’t appreciate y’all ganging up on me.” I glance at the pamphlet crushed in my sweaty hand. “Besides, there is no guarantee that this will work.”
“I want you to truly try Momma. We said we’d open our hearts to love. We’ve all done it. I went to Ireland and Jazz went to Cancun. Now it’s your turn.”
“Oh hell, give me that damn pen.”
2
I’m seven men into this speed dating process and I lost hope about six men ago. I jot down a few notes about the last loser…no Rhonda, that’s not kind. He’s not my type.
I hear the wooden chair drag across the hardwood floor signaling number eight of five thousand. I scratch it out the former with a clean line in my pamphlet and write the latter with a smile. “Hi my name Rhon—”
I glance up and see his beautiful green eyes. “Jaxon.” The pen drops and the breathy sound of my voice is pretty close to pitiful. But his presence is how I imagine cool spring water on a hot summer day would feel, refreshing.
“Hello gorgeous.” He slips pass the next man in line, sitting in the seat across from me like he belongs here.
“Excuse me, my man.”
Jaxon glances up at him, and the two communicated without words, jaw clinched.
“Sir, come this way.” Yuki ushers the man to her table. Her eyes filled with curiosity and a mischief twinkle, I know well.
I drop my head as a burning sensation tingles my cheeks. I can’t be blushing. I look up acutely aware of our proximity. “Is this all as gruesome as it seems?” Jaxon flicks a hand at the whole show of it all.
“Unfortunately, yes.” I exhale. He leans into the table, I push my dating notes aside and do the same. The smell of his cologne makes me want to lean closer.
“Three minutes.” Yuki the drill sergeant calls out with her gaze focused on Jaxon.
“You better get to talking.” His eyes sweep across my face and I feel like a different version of myself. My seventeen before kids, youthful…hopeful self.
“First this.” I noticed the glass a wine in his hand.
“Thank you.” I take a sip and it’s my favorite. “How did you—”
“Ben.” I nod. And relax, feeling comfortable for the first time tonight.
“Tell me about yourself.” I say getting my fir
st real look at him up close since our first brief introduction months ago. His green eyes are piercing and sandy blonde hair give him a youthful appeal. Tonight he is wearing a suit and tie. Much too dressed up for the normal Austin evening happy hour. But every past glimpse he was pretty much dressed the same.
“I’d rather hear about you.” His finger lightly taps the table. I’m speechless.
“That’s a first for tonight.” I throw in as desire bubbles to the surface. There is something about the way his eyes dance under the overhead lights.
“Lucky me.” His tongue sweeps his bottom lips and the lazy smile is damn near erotic. And the urge to taste it sweeps through me. My heart drops.
“Is that so?” I play along. “What would you like to know?”
“Start as far back as you can remember.” He shifts and our legs brush beneath round table.
I choke on my wine. He quickly stands reaching for a napkin. Then I feel his hand patting my back, his heat penetrating through my blouse and I can’t stop my heart from leaping into my throat. Its lodged and the choking is mixed with the fire pulsing through my veins.
“Breath.” He whispers, his face is so close I can see his dilated pupils in the dimly lit room.
“Not with you so close.” I whisper back. His head falls back and the manly sound makes the fire turn to straight lava. There is no way I’ll complete a conversation with him touching me.
“I’m okay.” I assure him leaning forward trying to brush him away with a roll of my shoulder.
“Sure?” His teasing eyes say he knows exactly what he’s doing.
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