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Enjoy an excerpt from Never to Love
James walked into the sports bar after parking his Harley and ordered a Guinness. He silently raised his glass to his ex-fiancée and her cheating ways before gulping it down.
“Another.” He tipped the bartender, a man with his eyes on the local hockey channel.
After the second one he stopped himself and wiped foam from his upper lip as he smelled expensive perfume. He watched as a blond beauty swung open an office door at the back and he heard her heels click as she descended upon the bartender. She tossed her hair and gestured wildly but the old man was ignoring her with his arms crossed. His cronies kept their eyes on the game. James glanced around and realized he was the only one in there. Maybe she was the waitress? His stomach growled and he raised his arm.
“Hey. What’s a guy got to do to get some food around here?”
The blonde turned and gripped the bar rails.
“Sir.” Her voice was like ice. “I am not the waitress. Mike here can let the cook know what you want.”
He frowned at her tone. “Well, you’re here now. I’d like some wings. Hot barbeque. And a poutine. You do that here?”
Her blue eyes seemed to be made of crystal. She took a step forward. Sensing he’d gone too far but unwilling to show his throat to any female, he watched as she shook in rage.
“I got it, son. Sarah, go take a load off, eh? You’re ruining the game,” said the bartender casually without making eye contact.
“There’s no point anymore, Dad,” she muttered. Her shoulders slumped as she turned back to the office she came from.
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