A Player for Christmas: Book 4 The Last Play Series by Hart Taylor

Author:Hart, Taylor [Hart, Taylor]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Archstone Ink
Published: 2015-12-09T08:00:00+00:00

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Admittedly, Brooks hadn’t been out in a long time. It was ten at night, and they waited in line at the warehouse. Of course, the big bouncer at the front let pretty, single girls go in, but he made everyone else wait in line. Brooks felt totally absurd in the longhaired blond wig, seventies-style polyester outfit, and cowboy boots that Ana had made him wear to be incognito. She wanted to protect his image.

He had to smile at the outfit she was wearing. Ana had her blond hair in tight spirals. She wore red lipstick, a white faux fur coat, a silver dress that clung in all the right places, and the red high-heeled boots from the night before.

She bit the side of her lip. “They have to let us in.”

“They will.”

For a second, the worry on her face relaxed, and she smiled, giving him a once-over. She took a step closer to him and whispered, “Who knew Brooks Stone could really be unrecognizable?”

Rolling his eyes, he grinned, smelling the light vanilla scent that wafted from her, calling to him. “We’ll see.”

They got to the front, and the bouncer looked like he wanted to eat Ana. He flashed her a grin. “I can let you in right now if you want to go in alone.”

Brooks flashed a threatening smile back at the bouncer, thinking how he could put him on the ground with one well-placed stiff-arm as they went past. But he tried to be pleasant. “The lady’s with me.”

The bouncer lifted an eyebrow and then shrugged. “Okay. It’ll be just a couple of minutes.”

After some people walked out, giving a high-five to the bouncer, he let them in. “Let me know if you want to dump this guy later.” He winked at Ana.

Brooks resisted the urge to do the actual stiff-arm, and they entered the rave-like mess of the warehouse. Brooks purposely tried to avoid places like this. It always felt too crowded and chaotic to him. Even when he’d been in high school, this had never been his scene. Without thinking about it, he put a hand on her lower back and began guiding her through.

She turned to him. “I don’t know where to go.”

With that permission to take the lead, he took her hand and pulled her through the crowd until they got to the bar area. He flagged down one of the bartenders. “Hey, have you heard of a guy named Willis Olsen?”

The guy looked to be young, mid-twenties. He frowned for a second and then shook his head. “I haven’t.”

Ana pushed a picture of Ken up to him. “Have you seen this guy?”

The bartender took the picture, pulling it closer. “I … I’m not sure.”

“Have you or haven’t you?” The music was loud, and Brooks had to shout.

The bartender shook his head. “He looks familiar, but I can’t place him.” He gestured to them. “Do you want something to drink?”

Brooks held up two fingers. “Two waters.”

The bartender laughed. “You’re at the wrong place if you want water, dude.

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