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Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Southern Bride Series by Kelly Elliott
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Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
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She blushed and hit me on the chest. “Charm will get you everywhere, Mr. Meyer.”

I leaned closer so that only she could hear me.

“Will it get me back into your bed this evening?”

Her hand, which had been on my leg, moved up and brushed against my cock. “It most certainly will.”

I stopped her hand and laughed. “Stop before I take you out to my truck and have my way with you.”

She tilted her chin up to look at me, and she bit down on her lip before she said, “Like old times.”

I laughed and gave her a peck on the lips.

“What are you two whispering about over there?” Mindy asked.

“Nothing,” Bristol and I said at the same time.

The band took the stage and started immediately into a cover of one of my songs. I couldn’t help but wonder if Nick told them I might be here tonight. I had to hand it to Bristol and our friends, not one of them turned to me. Hell, I wasn’t even sure if Bristol knew it was a song of mine.

“Dance with me?” I asked as I stood. Bristol placed her hand in mine, and we took to the floor. It was a faster song, and I knew Bristol loved to do the swing.

“Ready to swing dance?”

“Oh my gosh, yes!” she cried out as we showed off our moves. There was no way anyone watching us tonight would have known it had been over six years since we last danced together.

When the song ended, I dipped her and planted another kiss on her lips.

I pulled her up, loving the way she was so carefree, especially when she laughed. Completely and utterly happy.

“How weird is it to hear another band play your song and for us to dance to it?” she asked.

My brows shot up in surprise. “I thought you’ve never listened to any of my songs.”

“Well, after last Saturday night, I had all week to listen to your three albums, so I did. There are some very beautiful songs you’ve written.”

“Thank you,” I said, spinning her again. “Did you happen to notice or recognize any of the lines in any of them?”

Her cheeks turned the most beautiful shade of pink, and I knew it wasn’t from the dancing.

“As a matter of fact, I did.” Her smile faded some as she looked up at me. The golden flecks of her eyes sparkled like diamonds. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to them before.”

“It’s all in the past. Remember?”

She nodded.

“What do you think of them? The band?” she asked as we slid across the dance floor.

With a glance over toward the stage, I took the band in. Four guys total. They knew how to play, and they sure as hell knew how to sing. “They’re good. I wish they’d play an original and not just do covers.”

“Maybe you should ask them. I’m sure they know who you are, considering they sang one of your songs.”

“Nah. I know what it’s like to know there’s someone in the audience who’s watching and listening to every note. It’s nerve-racking.”

“I bet it would be.”

“Nick said they have a demo tape of some original stuff they wrote. If they don’t sing anything tonight, I can listen to it tomorrow.”

“Why do you want to hear it so badly?”

I smiled. “I’m working on a little side project. I’ll tell you about it when I don’t have to yell over the music.”

She nodded.

We danced to three more songs before Bristol shouted, “Water! I need water!”

I wrapped my arm around her waist and turned to the left when I saw a flash. Instantly, I looked for the cowboy I had seen earlier, but he was nowhere to be found.

“What’s wrong?” Bristol asked.

“Nothing. I’m being paranoid.”

Mindy walked up to us, a look of worry on her face.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Bristol asked.

“I think I felt the baby move!”

Bristol jumped and cried out, “What!”

Mindy’s eyes filled with tears. “What type of mother am I that I felt my baby move for the first time at a bar?”

Bristol frowned as she guided Mindy away from the dance floor and back to our spot. Nick and Tina must have been dancing, and Drake wasn’t at the table. We all sat, and Bristol took Mindy’s hand.

“First off, we’re at a dance hall, not a bar. You’re allowed to have fun before you give birth, ya know, and the baby probably loved the music!”

“Especially when the band played one of mine,” I added.

Mindy smiled slightly and shook her head at me.

“Sweetie, you’re not doing anything wrong,” Bristol insisted.

Chewing on her lip, Mindy glanced over her shoulder toward the restrooms then looked back at us. She was about to say something else when Nick and Tina walked back up and took a seat. Bristol gave Mindy a reassuring smile and let her hands go.


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