Once Upon A Coffee (Meet Cute Romance), Page 3

  Yet…she hadn’t gotten past the annoyance and embarrassment over what had happened at The Grind. How long would he have gone on lying to her if they hadn’t been interrupted?

  “How can I trust a guy who had multiple opportunities to come clean about not being my date and chose not to say anything?”

  “He owns his bad behavior on the card and apologized with the flowers,” insisted Brooke. “That’s gotta earn some brownie points toward paying off the deficit.”

  “Are brownie points even a thing when you’re not in a relationship?”

  “You’re avoiding the issue,” said Brooke. “Worst case scenario, you get a nice dinner and a chance to ream him out for his behavior on Saturday. Best case scenario, you find out who it is you really made a connection with. Isn’t it worth going to find out which one?”

  ~*~

  By ten after seven, Dillon was certain Avery wasn’t going to show. He couldn’t really blame her if she didn’t. From her perspective, he’d lied. And then he’d deliberately gone about distracting her from her real date like some adolescent nut job.

  Classy, dude.

  Why had that seemed like a good idea? Class clown wasn’t exactly a selling point for a mature relationship. Not that he’d given a lot of thought to looking for a mature relationship before now.

  Once he’d turned in his project on Monday—after two almost all nighters—he still hadn’t been able to get Avery out of his head. He knew he’d behaved badly, and his mama had raised him to apologize for bad behavior, so before he crashed, he went in search of a florist who was willing to deliver all the way to the Wishful City Hall. The gesture was a Hail Mary, and he wasn’t sure what he hoped to accomplish by talking her into dinner. He just…wanted another shot at making a better first impression.

  Too bad life didn’t give you do overs on those.

  He’d already unwrapped his silverware and drained his water glass—which did absolutely nothing to whet his parched mouth—when Avery appeared at the hostess station, looking gorgeous and…not entirely pleased to be there. Nerves and something like hope bumped up beneath his breastbone.

  On his feet in an instant, Dillon rounded the table to pull out a chair as she crossed to him in a light blue dress and a pair of tall, strappy shoes that drew his eye unerringly to her well-toned legs.

  Behave, he ordered himself.

  “I didn’t think you were coming,” he said.

  She gave him a long look with those catlike green eyes. “I almost didn’t.”

  “Then I thank you for changing your mind.” He gestured to the chair, and after a moment’s hesitation, she sat.

  Dillon’s hand brushed her bare shoulder as he pushed in the chair, and he felt the zing of it up the whole length of his arm.

  Don’t screw this up.

  The waiter appeared for Avery’s drink order. Dillon took the fact that she ordered a glass of chardonnay as a sign that maybe she meant to stay. Or maybe she just wanted something with a little bite to toss in his face.

  When they were alone again, she said, “Was anything you told me actually true?”

  Dillon didn’t hesitate. “All of it.”

  She lifted one dark brow in askance.

  “I never lied to you, Avery. You just showed up and sat down and started talking.”

  “And you managed to talk back for almost an hour without mentioning that I’d made a mistake.”

  “I’ll own that. But you’re interesting and beautiful and I didn’t want you to leave. So I might have sidestepped the truth to avoid lying.”

  She didn’t soften at his feeble attempt at charm. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

  “Just telling it like it is. You started the whole thing when you brought me coffee.”

  “That was all Daniel’s doing.”

  If this worked out, Dillon totally owed the barista a beer or something.

  “Nevertheless, a wise man doesn’t turn away a beautiful woman with delicious stimulants. Even if he did have a behemoth group project he had to finish by himself on a deadline.”

  “Is that why you were there that day?”

  “My roommate was surgically attached to the Xbox. I needed some quiet, so I came down here to work. Or try to work. Then you showed up.”

  “You could’ve said so.”

  “I thought about it for about thirty seconds. But you were way more appealing than theories of macroeconomics. You didn’t ask who I was, and by the time I realized you thought I was somebody else, I was enjoying our conversation. Something I hope we’ll be able to do tonight. Unless,” he added, “things went awesome with your real date over the weekend and you’re just here out of pity.”

  Her lip began to tremble, and for a long, horrible moment, Dillon was afraid she might cry. Both arms wrapped around her middle, she bent double, her shoulders beginning to shake.

  Oh God, what did I say wrong?

  A burst of sound escaped. She slapped a hand over her mouth, eyes going wide. Then she was laughing, wincing, unable to stop as she said, “Oh my God, it was awful. And you were just sitting over there deliberately provoking me. What was I supposed to do?”

  Dillon gave her a sheepish smile. “Sorry about that. I couldn’t help myself. We’d been having such a good conversation and then you looked so…awkward with him.”

  “That’s kind of a rule with blind dates.”

  “It wasn’t with us,” he pointed out. “There wasn’t a single lull in our conversation.”

  “We didn’t have a date,” she clarified, pokering up. “We had an…encounter.”

  Warming to the debate, Dillon argued, “We had beverages and conversation. I say that qualifies as a date.”

  “It was a pseudo date,” she allowed.

  “Well then,” he said, “let’s see if we can do better on the real thing.”

  “On one condition.”

  Dillon resisted the urge to pump his fist in victory. “Name it, milady.”

  “We start with the important things. Like your actual name.”

  He grinned and offered his hand. “Dillon Lange.”

  She finally smiled as she reached across the table to take it. “Avery Cahill. It’s nice to meet you.”

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  Wishful, Mississippi. From the post C
ivil War fountain on the town green, to the gossip served along with grits and coffee at Dinner Belles Diner, it will always be Campbell Crawford’s hometown–preferably just as it is. The way he sees it, the corporate big-box store that wants to unpack on the outskirts threatens everything he holds dear, but the town’s economy demands some kind of change. He’s not sure city girl Norah Burke can possibly understand Wishful enough help him turn things around–no matter how much his dog loves her. Norah falls for the charms of the town as hard as she falls for the charms of the man, and she’s determined to help. But even if they can get the votes to send the suits packing and get the town on its feet again, can she really give up her corner office and power lunches for the corner booth at the local diner? What’s a nice executive like her going to do in a place like this?

  Excerpt To Get Me To You

  “Let’s step outside for some air,” he said. There were things he wanted—needed—to give voice to, and the middle of a crowded dance floor wasn’t the place.

  She nodded once and let him guide her by way of a hand at the small of her back toward the back door. By grace of the frigid temperatures, the porch designated for outdoor dining and smoking was empty. Norah went straight to the railing and leaned against it, lifting her face to the sky. Cam resisted the urge to move in behind her, boxing her in, and instead leaned beside her, his arm brushing hers.

  “I miss simple.” She sighed and tipped her head against his arm. “I miss you.”

  He hadn’t expected the admission and credited lowered inhibitions due to the Three Furies. “You don’t have to. I’m not going anywhere. And neither have you, not yet.”

  “But I will. Not tomorrow. Probably not next week. I don’t know when I’m leaving. But I have to start taking control of my life again. If that conversation with my father did anything, it lit a fire under me to finally start facing the long job search. I can’t keep putting it off.”

  He was losing her, back to the life she’d come here to escape. Because he was perilously close to begging, Cam kept his mouth shut, fisting both hands around the railing until the wrought iron began to creak.

  She mistook the reason for his silence. “I promise you, I won’t go until Wishful is safe. And I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”

  He believed her. And cursed himself for wishing more danger on his town, just so she’d stay.

  If he said nothing now, if he let her walk away, he’d regret it for the rest of his life.

  Cam turned her to face him. “Isn’t it worth grabbing whatever happiness we can, while we can?” He could feel the pull between them, always the pull.

  Her yearning to give into it was written clearly on her face. But mixed with it was equal parts sadness and resignation. “It isn’t about happiness.”

  “Why the hell not?”

  “Because there are bigger things at stake.”

  “I get that you’ve got this mission, this purpose. I support that. Hell, I asked you to take it on. But that doesn’t mean you can’t take something for yourself. Even Wonder Woman had Steve Trevor.”

  “You’re no Steve Trevor.”

  Before Cam could process the insult of that, she was reaching up, cupping his jaw. “Steve Trevor didn’t recognize what was right in front of him. You actually see me.”

  What Cam saw was a brilliant, beautiful woman with an inexplicably fast hold on his heart and a mule-headed resistance to taking it. He might’ve said any number of things to try to persuade her, or he might’ve just given in and kissed her, as he’d wanted to do pretty much since the moment he’d stopped. But Fate, cruel bitch that she was, had other plans in the form of his meddling cousin, who came barreling out the door like an overgrown golden retriever.

  Mitch drew up short, his mouth dropping open as he took in their embrace in a glance. “I…uh…just came to say the food’s ready. And Miranda’s here.”

  “Great. I’m starved,” said Norah. She tapped Cam’s cheek gently. “Thanks for the dance, Leonidas.” She stepped away from him with the grace that completely eluded her on the dance floor and made her way to the door with the careful deliberation of the inebriated.

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  Contemporary Romance

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  Once Upon A New Year’s Eve

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  To Get Me To You (Cam and Norah): Available FREE! Available FREE! Turn the page for a sneak peek!

  Be Careful, It’s My Heart (Brody and Tyler)

  Know Me Well (Liam and Riley)

  Paranormal Romance

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  Genesis (an omnibus including  Forsaken By Shadow (Mirus 1.1), Devil’s Eye (Mirus 1.2), and Blindsight )

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  Whisper of Shadow (Also available in the Magical Mayhem anthology)

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