Mistaken Identities by Lockwood Tressie & Rose Dahlia

Author:Lockwood, Tressie & Rose, Dahlia [Lockwood, Tressie & Rose, Dahlia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, United States, African American, Romance, Contemporary, Multicultural, Multicultural & Interracial
Amazon: B00HTBPI32
Goodreads: 20516641
Publisher: Dahlia Rose Unscripted
Published: 2014-01-10T07:00:00+00:00

The End

Time After Time

Dahlia Rose

Chapter One

The Friday night crowd was in rare form at the Lucky Sixes Bar in Tombstone, Arizona. Stasia Copeland blew back a tendril of her straight hair that stuck to the side of her damp face. The air conditioning needed to be bumped up and Al was probably in the back watching TV instead of doing inventory or, more importantly, fixing the fucking air conditioner. God, she couldn’t wait until the end of the night. She’d go back to her apartment and turn the A/C all the way up to snowflakes and then walk around in her panties and bra until her nipples were so hard they could cut diamonds. Stasia grinned at her inner thought while she made the four boilermakers that had been ordered.

“Hey, sweet cheeks, hurry up with those drinks,” the leader of the pack of assholes yelled. “You’re losing tips unless you want to ride something later to gain them back.”

His friends guffawed at the joke and Stasia pasted a smile on her face. She took the drinks over and set them on the bar.

“Here you go, boys,” she said.

“What about my other offer?” Big and dumb leaned over the bar like he thought he could charm her with alcohol breath and the stench of sweat.

Stasia leaned forward and made her voice loud enough so everyone in the bar could hear her. “I thought we tried that last night and we found out that you have no bang for your buck. No woman can work with a baby carrot.”

His friends laughed and his face turned red. “Fuck you. You’re lucky I don’t come over this bar and show you for real.”

Stasia stepped back and got into her fighting stance. You couldn’t work late nights at a bar and not know how to defend yourself.

She called him forward. “Come over the bar if you feel lucky. When I’m finished kicking your ass, I will tap dance on your balls until you’re singing soprano.”

He seemed to contemplate what she had just said and then turned away without a word. Yeah, that’s what I thought. She turned away angrily and stopped dead in her tracks. A face, one that she thought she’d never see again in her lifetime, was waiting at the end of the bar. Stasia felt like she was moving in slow motion as she walked over. Bryce McDowell. She’d know his face anywhere. Gone were his boyish good looks; he’d morphed into a ruggedly handsome man. Those icy blue eyes seemed to bore into hers the same way they did when they were kids. Well, when she was a kid and he was heading off to college. But her high school crush on him faded when he started treating her as everyone else did. Seeing him again caused the need to hit her in a wave that almost faltered her steps. Fuck that, she thought angrily and went to him pokerfaced.

“What can I get you?”

“Stasia, you look well.” Bryce’s voice was like the smoothest top shelf whiskey in the bar.

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