[18+]
College student Hadley Bell is eager to return home for the holidays, but there's a problem. Her ex-no. 44 Nick Baker, Professional Snocross Racer and member of the Bell Race Team, still resides under her parent's roof.
Tensions run high, and...
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"A break?" Janelle spat over our dinner date, ignoring the handsome blue-eyed man gawking at her from the center bar. "What the hell does that mean?"
I shrugged bare shoulders, mixing what should have been mouthwatering cajun spiced chicken in my salad, but I was probably just playing with my food thanks to my sour mood.
After spending the better part of an hour getting ready, Janelle and I escaped the house and found sanctuary at one of the finer restaurants in town. Janelle wanted the tea on Dallas, and I refused to discuss anything in front of my brothers, so she suggested a girls' night.
I took a sip of my blood-red wine, casting my gaze around the room through long lashes and cat-lined eyes. Jovial faces and the laughter of merry couples lit the room like the lights on the Christmas tree in the corner. I avoided the center bar where I caught the blue-eyed man nudging his friend before jabbing his shadowed chin in our direction.
Not tonight, I thought. I wasn't in the mood to deal with unwanted advances, and Janelle would surely shoot them down if they worked up the courage to approach our table.
I didn't blame them for staring. Janelle was gorgeous with her straight black hair and piercing green eyes, but it was her outfit that had necks craning.
The boy's jaws dropped when Janelle descended the staircase, gaping at the gold, low-cut dress she sported that accentuated her in all the right places. I myself preferred a simple gray dress that did wonders for the little decolletage I had and was encouraged to wear for the amazing things it did for my great ass, to quote Janelle correctly. It was just as short as hers, but I paired mine with a pair of ankle boots as opposed to shining heels, a well-fitted leather coat I snatched off the coat rack and wore my hair in a ponytail with soft tendrils framing my face. I didn't notice Baker's lingering gaze from the couch as Janelle, and I left. I was still annoyed with last nights conversation with my boyfriend.
The idle chatter, clinking of glasses, and Eartha Kitt's Santa Baby hovered around us, drowning out our discussion. Not that anyone here cared, except blue-eyed blondie casually sipping his beer.
"Apparently," I started, setting my glass above my plate and stabbing a piece of chicken with my fork, "I lied. Dallas said he needs a minute to process things."
I shoved the fork into my mouth and hated how delicious it was. I was bitter, and I wanted to blame it on my salad.
Janelle huffed in the curved booth next to me, the dim light of the chandelier above us making her skin glow, "You didn't lie. You were withholding information."
"Which makes it a lie," I argued.
"Yeah, but you never had any intention of keeping it from him," she defended. "He invited himself along on our vacation and then cancelled at the last minute."
