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Authors: Alexandra O'Hurley

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I’m still stuck
here
.” Taylor went back
to wiping down the bar.


There’s nothing wrong
with
here
,” Ava
hissed. Her father’s bar, The Sports Shack, was the local watering
hole and had been for decades. The beer was cold, the ten flat
screens always sports filled, and the waitresses scantily clad,
like a bad knock-off of a Hooters her father had seen on one of his
trips to Houston a couple of decades before. “What, did you expect
him to notice you that night and whisk you away with him or
something?”

Bingo!
Yes, it had been a silly teenaged fantasy, but she’d seen
Rhett as her way out of Dixon. Then she’d grown up and realized no
woman should rely on a man for that and she’d focused on her
education. She’d watched plenty of her friends get pregnant,
married, and rooted to the land they were born in.

They’d probably die in Dixon,
too.

Not her. But then, it seemed she was
near to invisible when it came to the opposite sex, so it’s not
like she had worries. It wasn’t that she was unattractive, or she
didn’t think so, at least. The problem was she was either their
buddy or the guy was one of her brother’s friends, so she was
forever in the friend’s zone. Luckily, that had helped her focus on
school all the more.


I know I wasn’t leaving
here with him.” Taylor pulled her short shorts down a bit, glad she
wouldn’t have to wear them much longer. Hopefully. She graduated in
the spring, and if she could land a job with that master’s degree,
she’d be on her way. “Here hasn’t changed in twenty years, so hell
yes, I want out.”

Ava smiled as she went back to
refilling the cutting lemons for the bar. “I tell you your high
school crush is coming back to town, and this is the thanks I get?
I don’t need a reminder of how backwards this place can be, but you
know what? There are a lot of good things here, too. You need to
focus on the positive. But no, now I’ll have to work the entire
shift with your poutin’ ass. And here I thought you might see it as
a second chance.”


A second chance? He just
got a divorce and came crawlin’ back to mama to lick his wounds.
The last thing he’ll be thinking about is me.”


He mighta come crawlin’
back to mama, but from what I hear, he’s thinking about setting
down roots here in Dixon. Lula said he went out to the old Lutz
farm out on one-eighty, checking the place out. Might buy it, from
the sounds of it.”

Taylor sucked in a breath.
The Lutz farm had been abandoned four years before, and no one had
had the money to buy all that acreage in the downturned economy. It
was also right next door to Taylor’s parents’ place. She’d spent
most of her childhood getting chased outta the pond by old Mr.
Lutz, or kicked out of his orchard. Taylor had just
liberated
some apples
that fall for her mama to bake some pies for Thanksgiving and
Christmas.


That sure quieted you
down,” Ava said, giggling. “If I had a tall, dark, and handsome man
coming to live next door to me, I think it would get my mind
whirling, too.”

Taylor threw her bar towel at Ava. “It
doesn’t matter. I didn’t even make a blip on his radar then, and I
doubt I will now. Plus, the years might not have been kind. He
coulda let himself go for all I know.”

Ava stopped what she was doing and
turned to stare at Taylor open mouthed. “Don’t even pretend you
don’t watch every game on Sunday and know exactly what that man
looks like. There isn’t a hotter QB in the NFL. There isn’t a
hotter man in all of East Texas.”

Taylor mumbled under her
breath, knowing she’d been caught red-handed. She
did
watch every single
game. His hair was a little shorter than it had been in high
school, the dark waves no longer curling at the ends. The locks
still screamed for her to run her fingers through them. She
wondered if they were as soft as they looked. She also wondered if
the devilish look she’d once spied in his baby blues was still
there.


That body just doesn’t
stop. I mean, he was always hot in high school, but since college
and the pros, he is a lean, mean, hunka man. He’s what, at least
six-six, right?” Ava asked. “And those shoulders … and that chest.
I could eat him up with a spoon.”


You’ve got a boyfriend,”
Taylor snapped, aware she sounded totally ridiculous. How could she
be jealous of Ava noticing Rhett was gorgeous? She didn’t own
him.


A boyfriend? I’ve got a
loser I can’t get rid of.” Ava laughed. “Admit it. You’ve still got
the hots for the guy.”

Taylor stopped wiping down
the bar and looked up at Ava. “It was a silly crush when I was
fourteen. He barely knew I existed. Then life moved on.”
Yet the thought of him puts me right back there
on that beach as I watched the truck pull away.


Good. I’m glad you see it
that way. It won’t be so difficult when he shows up
tonight.”

Taylor stopped breathing for a moment.
“What did you say?”


He’s meeting up with some
of the old team members for a little reunion. Jennings called
earlier and reserved a table for tonight,” Ava said, a smile
spreading her face wide after the words spilled from her
lips.

Jennings was Taylor’s older brother
and had played Center to Rhett’s QB. He hadn’t said a word about
Rhett being back or meeting up with him, the bastard. She would
deal with him later. Taylor took a deep breath. It was a decade old
crush and she needed to get control of herself. She hadn’t even
really known the guy and just because he was coming home didn’t
mean she had another chance.

She just wished the butterflies in her
belly would listen to her logic.

Taylor tugged at the edge of her short
shorts again, humiliated he’d see her in her waitress gear. Her
too-big boobs were on show in the tight tank top, and her ass was
barely covered. She was much too curvy to run around like that, but
Ava had talked her into helping them out for a while and she’d just
never left. She’d stayed because the tips were high and her tuition
was too. Thanks to Ava’s dad and that job, she’d walk away from
college nearly debt free.


Well, they’ll all be here
later tonight, about nine,” Ava said.

Good. I get off at ten, so
I’ll only have to put up with them for an hour or so.
Taylor took a deep breath and plastered a smile on
her face. She could handle an hour of humiliation.

Chapter Two

 

Everett “Rhett” Banes drove through
the center of Dixon, the town the seat for Dixon County. He’d been
born and raised there, and it was incredibly welcoming that it
hadn’t changed one bit in the decade he’d been gone. After the
shit-storm he’d just handled over the last year, he was quite glad
to be back. A much-publicized divorce had been bad enough, but he
hadn’t realized the depth of gold digging his ex would show until
he’d faced her across the table with his attorney by his
side.

Instead of fighting tooth and nail,
he’d just given her almost everything she’d wanted just to be rid
of her. He’d been naïve when he met her, new to the big city and
the women who targeted pro players just to get a ring on their
finger and access to the bank account.

Bitter? Yeah, maybe just a
little.

Once the smoke had cleared, his mama
had told him to come home and get his head on straight. As soon as
his team had lost the Wild Card match they’d needed to get into the
playoffs, he’d packed a bag and jumped on the first flight to
Houston. That loss had everything to do with his mental state, and
if wanted to keep playing in the NFL, he needed to do something
drastic. Now he was home. Some home cooking, old friends, and some
quiet reflection was exactly what he needed for the off-season.
Next year, he needed to focus on winning, not bank accounts and
divorce hearings.

Tonight, his best friend from high
school had planned a get together with his old team, just to sit
around, shoot the shit, see what was going on, and reminisce a
little.

It sounded like heaven.

He pulled into the Sport Shack’s lot,
the stones crunching under his truck’s tires. Rhett turned off his
truck and slid out, the early February night colder than usual. He
brushed his arms up and down instead of grabbing a coat as he
quickly walked to the door. As soon as he was inside, the warbling
country on the jukebox and the rowdy yells and catcalls hit his
ears. A smile crossed his face as he saw Jennings first thing. He
walked over and gave his friend a big bear hug.


About time, my friend,”
Jennings said. “Man, it’s been way too long.”


Yes it has, but we’ve got
some time to catch up. I’ve got a few months before I’ve got to
head back to training camp.” Rhett looked up at the only man in
Dixon taller than himself. At six-eight, Jennings had been as
impressive as Rhett on the playing field, but a blown-out knee in
college had stopped his dreams of playing pro ball. Over the years,
the distance and Rhett’s busy schedule had left them miles apart,
literally and figuratively. Rhett felt saddened by that. They’d
always been good friends, and Jennings was a man he could depend
on. Rhett needed people like that in his life, not the groupies
who’d clung too tight.

Rhett followed Jennings to a table
half-filled with his team members, and he clasped each one on the
back before taking a seat. “What does a man have to do to get a
beer around here?”


Can I take your
order?”

Rhett turned to see a hot little
number in a skimpy outfit standing beside Jennings. A flash of
something struck him in the chest, and his whole body stood up and
took notice. Who was she, and where could he sign up?

There was something familiar about the
woman, but Rhett couldn’t recall who she was. Her light hair was
tied back in an intricate braid, her green eyes on fire. Tight
curves exploded in a clingy tank top and tiny shorts, plenty of
meat for a starving man. A smile came to his lips as he suddenly
felt very, very hungry.


The strongest, darkest
stout you got on tap,” he answered her with his best smile. “I like
things with a bite.”

She didn’t smile back. His charm must
need a little polishing. The blonde didn’t seem to notice his
subtle flirtation. Women didn’t ignore that. Instead she looked to
the guys at the table. “Another pitcher of the cheap stuff for you
numbskulls?”

Jennings put his arm around the girl
and grinned down at her. “Tonight’s a celebration. How about some
of the not-so-cheap stuff. Next round’s on me.”

Rhett kept a close eye on her, sure he
should know who she was. Any woman that looked that good deserved
to be remembered. His fingers itched to touch her and draw her
close, his body already standing up and taking notice. But it
wasn’t just her banging curves. There was a look of intelligence to
her eyes, and he sensed she would keep him on his toes.

The waitress heaved Jennings’ arm off
her with a roll to her eyes and headed to the bar. Rhett followed
her with his gaze, not able to stop drinking in the nicest,
roundest ass he’d ever seen. Once she was out of sight, he broke
the spell she’d apparently put him under with a scrub to the face.
He’d just got rid of one woman, he didn’t need another.

Although, he had a mighty itch to
scratch at this point, as long as she wasn’t looking for
strings.


She looks familiar,” Rhett
said to Jennings, raising his voice to be heard over the
din.


Don’t you recognize her?
That’s Taylor.”

Taylor?
Taylor-Taylor-Taylor … why did that name seem so
familiar? Wait? Jennings’ little
sister
? The one who’d had a crush on
him in high school? “Your
sister
, Taylor?”


Yep,” Jennings said with a
knowing smile.

Rhett closed his eyes and knew he was
probably about to make a big mistake. There were strings already in
place he’d not even seen. She should be off-limits, but the more he
tried not to look, the more his gaze was drawn in her direction. He
couldn’t stop looking at her … half-naked … flaunting half her ass
for every man in the bar to see.


You let her walk around
this place dressed like that?”


Twenty seconds ago you
liked what she was wearing,” Jennings said with a cocked eyebrow.
“Trust me, I raised holy hell when I found out what she was
planning to do, but the guys around here know they’ll meet my fist
a few times if they even look at her wrong. And it’s not like she’s
going to listen to me. She’s a grown woman who doesn’t listen to
her big brother anymore.”

A grown woman—that’s for
sure.
Rhett looked past Jennings and saw
Taylor putting their order together as she joked with some idiot at
the bar. She flashed a gorgeous smile the other man’s way, and
Rhett suddenly felt jealous. That’s the grin he should’ve got. He
knew he wanted to see that smile up close and personal before the
end of the night.

He closed his eyes and groaned
inwardly. What the hell was he thinking? He had no business going
anywhere near another woman right now, especially the little sister
of his best friend.

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