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Chapter Seven - Shana
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2025-09-17 22:55:54“Um, no…” I scoot over so the other side of the small sofa is available. “I’m not staying long if you need both seats.”
He laughs. “I think I can fit in just one.”
A blush fills my cheeks. “I wasn’t…” I look him up and down, recalling my affection for corn-fed Midwesterners. There’s no reason to assume he would need more than one seat, not by himself, even with his broad shoulders—he has a trim torso and what appears to be a nice firm ass. My new home may be filled with great accents and fun words, but there’s something about sexy men from my homeland.
The good-looking man sets his glass of beer on the edge of the fire pit and extends his hand. As he speaks, my gaze is fixed on his stunning green-eyed stare.
“I’m Trevor. Thanks for letting me crash your party.”
My head turns from side to side, taking in my solitude. “Not much of a party.” I accept his handshake. “Shana.”
“They seem to be having one inside.”
“Around the piano? Yes, they’re having fun. Honestly, I’m here to relax. Besides, no one wants to hear me sing.”
“Now don’t sell yourself short. I bet you have a lovely voice.”
Lovely. It makes me smile.
The conversation comes too easily. I learn that he’s not from Indiana, but from New York. We talk about Manhattan and the places we love in the city. We talk about everything and nothing as I forget my need to sleep. It’s when we go back inside for one more refill that things begin to get out of hand.
Across the top of the piano bar is a row of shots. When Trevor looks my direction, I shake my head. “No, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Hey, you two,” a man who’s sitting at the piano bar calls, “come on over. Have one on us. We’re celebrating. My friend over here just got engaged.”
Trevor and I smile.
“Come on. The more the merrier.” The man gestures toward the piano bar where two seats are now available.
“Don’t tell me you’re against marriage?” the man asks.
When Trevor looks at me, I respond, “No, not at all. I’m in town for a wedding.”
“Really?” Trevor asks with more than a little surprise to his voice. “Funny, me too.”
“You are?”
“Come on over,” the man says. “I’m Paul…” As he introduces the people around the piano, we take the two empty seats and learn that it’s the younger couple who were just moments ago engaged.
Trevor hands me a shot glass. “To your wedding tomorrow. Too bad yours and mine aren’t the same, or I’d ask you to dance.”
We all drink.
“That would be nice,” I say, placing the glass back on the bar and wiping my lips with the back of my hand. “But I’m the maid of honor, and I’m a little busy looking after the bride.”
“I’ve heard those wedding dresses can be a real pain.”
“Only if she needs to pee,” I say and immediately cover my own lips. “Oh, I can’t believe I said that.”
“We’ll blame the shot,” he says with a laugh. “But now I’m going to blame you for making me think about that every time I look at my future sister-in-law.”
“And I’ll think of you each time I’m crammed in a stall with ten layers of lace in the air.”
He leans closer, his warm breath on my neck. “At least you’ll be thinking of me.”
My skin heats. I’m not sure if it’s from his closeness or the accuracy of his statement.
Just as quickly, his smile fades. “Unfortunately, I have a date coming to the wedding…”
Before he can finish, I start to stand. “Wait.” Trevor reaches for my hand, his fingers surrounding mine. “Let me finish.”
“Okay,” I say, not sure why I want to let him finish. First, he says he wants to dance with me, and then, he mentions a date. Nevertheless, I tentatively sit back down.
“I’d much rather have you as my date. You see, the woman who is coming is a friend. And before you ask or think or anything…she really is...a real friend. The thing is that I couldn’t show up at my brother’s wedding stag.”
The bartender hands us each another shot. I bring mine to my lips as Trevor continues, “We Willises have a reputation.”
As he says his last name, I choke, cough, and almost spit as the Fireball burns its way down my throat.
His large hand rubs circles over my back. “Are you all right?”
“I don’t think so.” I lift my hand toward the bartender. “Another shot, please.”
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