have people in my business for a while.” My ramble is honest, and Adrian’s eyes show me he appreciates it.
“I get it. Here’s the deal, you come see me as many Fridays as you can on your way home from Concord until we’re comfortable with whatever’s going on here, and I’ll play by your rules.”
Two men, two deals. God, if you exist, help me.
“Deal.”
“You want to seal that with a kiss?” Adrian lays me back on the satin comforter and pushes my legs open with his knee.
“I want to seal that with a hell of a lot more than a kiss.” I grab his face as we explore the beginnings of...whatever this is.
Chapter Twelve
Walking into Finnegan’s, I’m relieved I beat Bo here. I need to find a place and settle into the scenery as I navigate our “friendship.”
“Ember, over here!” Regan waves from a table directly in front of the stage.
Oh good ...
“What’s with the up close and personal seating?” I tease as I sit next to him.
“I’ve heard this guy’s good, and I want to be able to hear him. How was your week?”
I lean back in my chair, trying my best to come up with a description of the week. I worked rather cordially with Bo, was verbally and emotionally assaulted by Ainsley, and was asked to be Bo’s friend. However, I ha d an over-the-top amazing night and morning with Adrian, and now I’m sitting next to a hot ex-Pat waiting to watch Bo play.
“Interesting.” I take a sip of my beer.
“November?” A familiar but out-of-place voice cuts through the bar chatter.
I turn around to find Rachel Cavanaugh walking toward me with a hopeful, but cautious smile. Relief bathes my nerves. I admit I was worried Bo would try to pull a stunt to try to stay the night, but seeing his sister here means he’s playing it smart.
“Rae? I didn’t know you were coming. Awesome!” I hug her and pull out a chair. “This is Regan Kane, he’s a wicked fiddle player. Regan, this is Bo’s sister, Rachel.”
“Please, call me Rae.” She morphs her lips into an endearing smile and shakes his hand.
“Rae, it’s a pleasure. Can I get you a beer?”
Rae drops her hand and keeps smiling. “No, thank you, I don’t drink. I’ll take some water, though.” Regan nods and heads to the bar.
“I’m happy you’re here. Was this your idea or his? Where is he?” I scan the area behind her.
“Mine. I refuse to let him make an ass out of himself. He’s on probation since that little maneuver on your first day at DROP. He went in the back entrance.” She rolls her eyes at what I assume is his version of what happened in the diner. “Anyway ,” she continues, “where in the hell have you been hiding that hottie?” Rae nods her head toward Regan.
“Ha! I just met him last week. He’s our drummer’s cousin.”
“Way to keep him for yourself.” Rae stares at me in mock accusation, and it causes me to blush. It’s clear she feels the same sisterly connection between us that I instantly felt upon my first meeting with her.
“Rae, to be honest, I assumed you had a boyfriend.”
Regan returns in time to hear her response. “No, guys my age are idiots. Thanks for the water, Regan. How old are you?”
“You’re welcome, and, twenty-five.”
“Perfect.” She grins and brings the straw to her lips.
My eyebrows shoot up. “Seriously? I thought you were, like, thirty.”
Regan laughs into his beer. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“You’re just refreshingly mature.”
Before he can respond, the bartender takes the stage and announces Bo. My fingers tingle, and I feel slightly dizzy. I notice that Rae is staring at me and I’m thankful that Regan isn’t. I tilt my chin to the stage to somehow reassure her that everything’s fine. Bo comes out wearing black jeans and a green t-shirt. The green t-shirt he told me reminded him of my eyes. I swallow hard as he sits on the stool, and, without saying a word, starts strumming.
Every feeling from the first night I
“I get it. Here’s the deal, you come see me as many Fridays as you can on your way home from Concord until we’re comfortable with whatever’s going on here, and I’ll play by your rules.”
Two men, two deals. God, if you exist, help me.
“Deal.”
“You want to seal that with a kiss?” Adrian lays me back on the satin comforter and pushes my legs open with his knee.
“I want to seal that with a hell of a lot more than a kiss.” I grab his face as we explore the beginnings of...whatever this is.
Chapter Twelve
Walking into Finnegan’s, I’m relieved I beat Bo here. I need to find a place and settle into the scenery as I navigate our “friendship.”
“Ember, over here!” Regan waves from a table directly in front of the stage.
Oh good ...
“What’s with the up close and personal seating?” I tease as I sit next to him.
“I’ve heard this guy’s good, and I want to be able to hear him. How was your week?”
I lean back in my chair, trying my best to come up with a description of the week. I worked rather cordially with Bo, was verbally and emotionally assaulted by Ainsley, and was asked to be Bo’s friend. However, I ha d an over-the-top amazing night and morning with Adrian, and now I’m sitting next to a hot ex-Pat waiting to watch Bo play.
“Interesting.” I take a sip of my beer.
“November?” A familiar but out-of-place voice cuts through the bar chatter.
I turn around to find Rachel Cavanaugh walking toward me with a hopeful, but cautious smile. Relief bathes my nerves. I admit I was worried Bo would try to pull a stunt to try to stay the night, but seeing his sister here means he’s playing it smart.
“Rae? I didn’t know you were coming. Awesome!” I hug her and pull out a chair. “This is Regan Kane, he’s a wicked fiddle player. Regan, this is Bo’s sister, Rachel.”
“Please, call me Rae.” She morphs her lips into an endearing smile and shakes his hand.
“Rae, it’s a pleasure. Can I get you a beer?”
Rae drops her hand and keeps smiling. “No, thank you, I don’t drink. I’ll take some water, though.” Regan nods and heads to the bar.
“I’m happy you’re here. Was this your idea or his? Where is he?” I scan the area behind her.
“Mine. I refuse to let him make an ass out of himself. He’s on probation since that little maneuver on your first day at DROP. He went in the back entrance.” She rolls her eyes at what I assume is his version of what happened in the diner. “Anyway ,” she continues, “where in the hell have you been hiding that hottie?” Rae nods her head toward Regan.
“Ha! I just met him last week. He’s our drummer’s cousin.”
“Way to keep him for yourself.” Rae stares at me in mock accusation, and it causes me to blush. It’s clear she feels the same sisterly connection between us that I instantly felt upon my first meeting with her.
“Rae, to be honest, I assumed you had a boyfriend.”
Regan returns in time to hear her response. “No, guys my age are idiots. Thanks for the water, Regan. How old are you?”
“You’re welcome, and, twenty-five.”
“Perfect.” She grins and brings the straw to her lips.
My eyebrows shoot up. “Seriously? I thought you were, like, thirty.”
Regan laughs into his beer. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“You’re just refreshingly mature.”
Before he can respond, the bartender takes the stage and announces Bo. My fingers tingle, and I feel slightly dizzy. I notice that Rae is staring at me and I’m thankful that Regan isn’t. I tilt my chin to the stage to somehow reassure her that everything’s fine. Bo comes out wearing black jeans and a green t-shirt. The green t-shirt he told me reminded him of my eyes. I swallow hard as he sits on the stool, and, without saying a word, starts strumming.
Every feeling from the first night I
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