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I smiled, not wanting to actually answer the guy.
Cowboy hooked his arm around the back of my stool and leaned over closer to me. “A girl like you shouldn’t be in a bar like this alone.” If he was meaning for his words to come across as sexy he failed miserably, because the only thing I was feeling was extremely creeped the hell out.
“Who said I was alone?” I countered.
“I’ve been here for half an hour and you’ve been sittin’ here alone the entire time.”
“Um…” I fumbled with what to say.
“There you are, beautiful.” My eyes connected with whiskey-colored ones just above Cowboy's shoulder. I hadn’t expected anyone to come to my rescue, even though I knew more than a handful of people in the bar. But I especially didn’t think he would come to my rescue.
“Here I am.” I sounded like a fool as I giggled my less-than-convincing reply.
“How ‘bout we go over here?” Colin motioned toward an empty table closer to the stage. “More room for us to talk.” A lopsided grin showed a hint of his pearly whites as he extended his hand to me.
“She your girl?” the cowboy asked, but Colin didn’t respond.
I slipped from my seat and maneuvered my way in front of Colin without taking his hand. But as soon as I started to walk, he pressed his palm against the small of my back as he followed behind me to the table.
“Thanks.” I smiled nervously as we both took a seat.
“I know guys like him.” He motioned his head toward the cowboy. “See them all the time in bars like this. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer. You know that, right?”
“How’d you know I was going to tell him no?”
Colin rolled his bottom lip into his mouth and dragged his teeth across it before letting go. “He’s not your type.”
My eyebrows rose and a goofy grin spread across my face. “How would you know what my type is?”
He scooted his chair around the table and turned mine to face his new position. His hand wrapped around the seat of the chair between my legs as he pulled me closer to him. Colin’s hand brushed against my jean-clad thigh as he brought it up to gently push my heavy hair over my shoulder. “What’s your name?” His eyes were like the bourbon in my glass, which I’d left at the bar. Dammit.
“Arbor,” he repeated. “I like that.”
And I like the way my name sounds coming from your lips.
“Well, Arbor, you strike me as a girl who likes her man's jeans to be looser than her own.” Colin chuckled. “And his were not.”
I playfully narrowed my eyes. “I don’t know…I was starting to dig those nut huggers of his.”
“Were ya now?”
Colin leaned close to the shell of my ear. “Maybe I need to wear tighter jeans then.”
Those words shouldn’t have come across that sexy in any form, but surprisingly they did.
He leaned back in his chair as I cleared my throat.
“It’s hot in here.” I fanned myself with my hand and licked my lips, wishing I had that bourbon and coke I’d left behind.
“It’s the lights.” He pointed toward the multi-colored stage lights that were partially aimed toward our table. “It’s like you're performing in the pit of hell under those things.” A laugh passed his lips and my heart skipped yet again. His laugh was throaty, and somehow even more baritone that his voice. I instantly craved to hear it again.
“Oh, that must suck.”
There was that laugh again.
“Part of the job.” He smiled. “Can I get you a drink?”
“You don’t have to. I can get my own.”
“I know I don’t have to. I want to.”
I smiled and nodded.
“What are you drinking?”
“Bourbon and coke.”
A grin spread across his face. “A girl after my own heart. Any particular bourbon?”
“Surprise me.” I was grinning like a fool as I watched him stand and make his way back to the bar.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t notice how his jeans seemed to be tailored perfectly for his backside, or the way his broad shoulders filled the red shirt he was wearing. My eyes roamed his body as he leaned against the bar and ordered. The man oozed sex appeal, and as badly as I wanted to tell my ovaries to calm the hell down, my mind was asking how bad it would be to have a one-night stand just before I headed out of town. I’d never been one to sleep around, nor have one-night stands for that matter, but doing it once doesn’t count, right? That’s if he was on board.
I chuckled, knowing the line of bullshit I was trying to conjure up to convince myself that the thoughts I was having were okay. Colin turned his head and his eyes connected with mine over his bicep. That one smoldering look short-circuited my brain. All I could think about was how badly I wanted to feel his hands on me and to see those whiskey eyes above me as I cried out his name. I wasn’t one to believe in love at first sight, but what I was feeling definitely wasn’t love…it was lust.
Life wasn’t fair…and I’d learned that on far too many occasions.
Arbor Kenton had one goal, to flee the toxicity of her hometown. She’d thrown a dart at a map and decided wherever it landed she would move without hesitation.
One night was all she had left before she’d hit the road and never look back. But little did she know just how life altering that night would be.
I know I can’t ask you to stay, and you wouldn’t ask me to leave.
Colin Banks was an aspiring musician traveling from town to town looking for his big break.
One night in a new town would end up shaking the once firm foundation of his dreams. What he didn’t foresee is what that night would end up meaning to him.
If love was fair, so much would be different.
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