Page 2 of Tangling Hearts

Chapter Two

Tommy

What Rebecca Wants: a shoulder to cry on. What Rebecca’s Going to Get: a whole lot more than that.

Walking up the steps to The Inn, I realize I don’t know what room she’s in. Using my charm, I get the room number out of the girl behind the desk without much trouble. “Do you have a wine opener?” She nods, leaves and returns with one in a matter of seconds, along with two wine glasses, looking at me like I’m the sweetest boyfriend she ever saw. If she only knew.

“Is this the night?” she asks, handing me the glasses.

“Yep. Tonight is definitely the night.” Just not for what you think.

“Ahhh…” she says, her head tilting in that way women do when someone gets engaged.

“Yeah.” I smile at her and leave to take the stairs two at a time. Walking up to Room 10, I knock with my free hand, the one with the bad shoulder. In the other, I’ve got the fifty-dollar bottle of wine cradled, the glasses held upside down by their stems. This’ll loosen her up.

The door opens and before me stands one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen, in what can’t even be called a dress. Her long hair hangs over one shoulder, covering one of her silhouetted breasts. The other is bare save for a sliver of lace and I glance to her nipple, see it standing up and saying hello to me, as hard as it can get. Holy fuck. Below her sweet little belly button is a delicate landing strip that would make me hard in an instant, except I can’t get one nagging question out of my head. I wait until we’re inside to ask it, because I can’t stop myself.

“Did you buy that for Brendan?”

She pauses, her hands defensively flying up to cover herself. A frown creases her pretty eyebrows. “No. I bought it today.”

I nod and stroll to a table to open the bottle. My eyes land on the fire, the heat from it warming my left side, soothing the ache of my wound. I close my eyes for a second.

This is your moment, Tommy. Don’t let that fuckhead Brendan ruin one more day of your life.

“Hey. I’m sorry, Bec. It’s just... I’m not sure what you’re doing calling me.”

What a load of bullshit that is.

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