This Tender Melody by Kianna Alexander

Author:Kianna Alexander
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2015-10-20T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Swigging from his frosty mug of beer, Darius watched the Carolina/Wisconsin game on the big screen behind the bar. Around him, Ken, Marco and Rashad sat on the worn leather swivel stools at the Brash Bull, hollering at the television. All the other seats in front of the old gray marble bar were occupied as well, typical of Sundays during football season.

“Defense, man, defense!” Rashad shouted as Wisconsin stole the ball yet again.

“Ugh,” Marco groaned. “I don’t even want to see the rest of this game. Let’s just get a table.” He hopped down from his stool, beer in hand.

“It is pretty painful to watch,” Darius admitted. He grabbed his beer and followed the others to their usual booth, near the pool tables in the rear of the restaurant.

“Can you believe that game? Carolina aren’t even trying today.” Rashad shook his head, settling into the booth.

“You know I don’t care.” Ken’s words elicited groans from the others around the table.

“Yeah, we know, Mr. Zen,” Marco said mockingly. “You just haven’t realized the entertaining merits of professional football.”

“Hey, guys.” The waitress’s voice cut into their conversation.

Her pert nipples stood like sentinels beneath the tight Brash Bull T-shirt she wore. All eyes fell on her as she set down a plate of hot wings, accompanied by celery and carrots that would probably go uneaten. “Thought I’d refresh your wing supply.”

“Thanks, Tiffany.” Marco gave her a smile.

With a wink, she disappeared.

“They’re not as hard-core as they like to think.” Ken finished off his root beer. “Now, kendo, that’s a sport that requires strength of mind, as well as body.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Darius waved him off. He had no desire to listen to Ken go on and on about Japanese martial arts. There were more pressing things on his mind. “Man, I’m going nuts.”

“About what?” Rashad asked around a mouthful of a buffalo wing.

“About Eve.”

“Her again? What’s wrong now?” Marco wiped his fingers on a cloth napkin.

“We went out. Rashad was there.”

“Yeah,” Rashad added. “She brought along her friend Lina. She’s a fiery little thing.”

“Anyway,” Darius continued, “she’s ducking me. I know she’s into me, but...”

Ken quipped, “She doesn’t want to get involved because you work together, right?”

“Yes.” He ran a hand over his close-cut hair. “I know she’s right, but I can’t shake it off. I want her. Why won’t she give me a chance?”

“Who knows,” Rashad said. “That’s just how women are. One minute everything’s good, the next they’re screaming at you.”

Ken agreed. “He’s right. The man who figures out the fairer sex will be a rich man indeed.”

Marco smiled. “I don’t have any complaints about them. Soft music, sweet words, and I win them over just like that.” He snapped his fingers.

“It’s the accent, lover boy.” Darius punched him on the shoulder. “At least half the booty you get is because women think you sound like Antonio Banderas.”

“Correction. Antonio Banderas sounds like me.”

Rashad laughed. “Man, I don’t know why your head hasn’t exploded by now. It’s so damn swollen.”

“Will somebody tell me something? I can’t think straight.

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