A Guy Walks Into My Bar

by Lauren Blakely

  A Guy Walks Into My Bar

  Lauren Blakely

  Little Dog Press

  Contents

  Also by Lauren Blakely

  About

  A Guy Walks Into My Bar

  FRIDAY

  1. Dean

  2. Dean

  3. Fitz

  SATURDAY

  4. Dean

  5. Fitz

  6. Fitz

  7. Dean

  8. Fitz

  9. Dean

  10. Fitz

  SUNDAY

  11. Fitz

  12. Dean

  13. Fitz

  14. Dean

  15. Dean

  16. Fitz

  MONDAY

  17. Dean

  18. Fitz

  19. Dean

  20. Fitz

  21. Dean

  TUESDAY

  22. Dean

  23. Dean

  24. Fitz

  25. Fitz

  26. Dean

  WEDNESDAY

  27. Fitz

  28. Dean

  29. Fitz

  30. Dean

  31. Fitz

  32. Dean

  33. Fitz

  34. Dean

  35. Dean

  THURSDAY

  36. Fitz

  37. Dean

  NEXT WEEK

  38. Fitz

  39. Dean

  A WEEK LATER

  40. Fitz

  41. Dean

  42. Dean

  THE NEXT DAY

  43. Dean

  A FEW DAYS LATER

  44. Fitz

  45. Fitz

  46. Dean

  47. Dean

  48. Fitz

  THE NEXT FEW DAYS

  49. Dean

  NEXT YEAR

  50. Fitz

  51. Dean

  The First Epilogue

  Maeve’s Epilogue

  That Night and On Into the Next Few Years

  One Last Epilogue

  Also by Lauren Blakely

  Contact

  Copyright © 2020 by Lauren Blakely

  Cover Design by Helen Williams. Photo by Michelle Lancaster. Model Chad Hurst.

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  Big Rock

  Mister O

  Well Hung

  Full Package

  Joy Ride

  Hard Wood

  The Guys Who Got Away Series

  Dear Sexy Ex-Boyfriend

  The What If Guy

  Thanks for Last Night

  After Dark: The Gift Series

  The Engagement Gift

  The Virgin Gift

  The Decadent Gift

  After Dark: The Extravagant Series

  One Exquisite Touch (Coming in October)

  One Time Only (Coming in November)

  One Alluring Chance (Coming in 2021)

  One Shameless Secret (Coming in 2021)

  The Heartbreakers Series

  Once Upon a Real Good Time

  Once Upon a Sure Thing

  Once Upon a Wild Fling

  Boyfriend Material

  Asking For a Friend

  Sex and Other Shiny Objects

  One Night Stand-In

  Lucky In Love Series

  Best Laid Plans

  The Feel Good Factor

  Nobody Does It Better

  Unzipped

  Always Satisfied Series

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  Instant Gratification

  Overnight Service

  Never Have I Ever

  PS It’s Always Been You

  Special Delivery

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  Birthday Suit

  From Paris With Love

  Wanderlust

  Part-Time Lover

  One Love Series

  The Sexy One

  The Only One

  The Hot One

  The Knocked Up Plan

  Come As You Are

  Sports Romance

  Most Valuable Playboy

  Most Likely to Score

  Standalones

  Stud Finder

  The V Card

  The Real Deal

  Unbreak My Heart

  The Break-Up Album

  21 Stolen Kisses

  Out of Bounds

  The Caught Up in Love Series:

  The Pretending Plot (previously called Pretending He’s Mine)

  The Dating Proposal

  The Second Chance Plan (previously called Caught Up In Us)

  The Private Rehearsal (previously called Playing With Her Heart)

  Stars In Their Eyes Duet

  My Charming Rival

  My Sexy Rival

  The No Regrets Series

  The Start of Us

  The Thrill of It

  Every Second With You

  The Seductive Nights Series

  First Night (Julia and Clay, prequel novella)

  Night After Night (Julia and Clay, book one)

  After This Night (Julia and Clay, book two)

  One More Night (Julia and Clay, book three)

  A Wildly Seductive Night (Julia and Clay novella, book 3.5)

  The Joy Delivered Duet

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  Forbidden Nights (A standalone novel about Nate and Casey)

  The Sinful Nights Series

  Sweet Sinful Nights

  Sinful Desire

  Sinful Longing

  Sinful Love

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  Melt for Him (Megan and Becker)

  Consumed By You (Travis and Cara)

  The Jewel Series

  A two-book sexy contemporary romance series

  The Sapphire Affair

  The Sapphire Heist

  About

  A sexy, passionate, utterly addictive standalone MM romance from #1 NYT Bestseller Lauren Blakely!

  Every bartender should follow one simple rule—don't go home with the customers.

  That’s been easy for me to stick to, until the night a cocky, confident, and sinfully charming hockey star walks into my bar. This sexy athlete is too hard to resist, especially when he makes it clear how much he wants the “sarcastic, witty, hot AF” guy behind the bar—also known as me.

  Still, I’m not keen on breaking my own rules since I know where that can lead—no place good. But when that man makes
his case with one bone-searing kiss on the streets of London, I throw resistance out the window.

  What could go wrong with a hot, no-strings-attached fling before he leaves town in five days? Trouble is, soon our nights together lead to days, to long conversations, to getting to know each other, and to something I never expected—falling ridiculously hard for a man who’s getting on a plane to America when I live a world away.

  My life is here. His is there. And no amount of falling or feeling will change that one big problem.

  Warning: contains hot hotel sex, loads of dirty talk, PDA all over London, and two sexy, witty, charming heroes…

  A Guy Walks Into My Bar

  By Lauren Blakely

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  This book is dedicated to the women who insisted on this story. If it weren’t for Kim you-did-tell-me-so B, as well as Kara, Kim L, Kelley, Jen, KP, Candi, Viviana, Helen, and so many others, this story wouldn’t exist. You ladies get me and I love you all.

  And, of course, to Laurelin, for everything. I refuse to do it without you.

  For the readers and listeners, you may notice as you experience this story that Dean and Fitz live in a world with zero homophobia. That is intentional and that's my wish for everyone. To have epic love stories and all the acceptance and joy everyone deserves. Love is love.

  FRIDAY

  Also known as the day I meet this guy who drives me absolutely crazy.

  1

  Dean

  I blame Maeve.

  She’s made me addicted to this game.

  It’s four o’clock on a Friday. I walked into work fifteen minutes ago, and I’m already in the mood to play.

  We haven’t even opened yet, but I’m in a winning kind of mood.

  Victory is in my grasp.

  Lately, my opponent has been weakening.

  I’ve seen it in her eyes.

  I’ve sensed it in her flirty attitude.

  Tonight, it’s time to go for broke—to pull out all the stops and get my damn prize.

  What can I say? I’m a junkie, and I’ve got an excellent don’t-sleep-with-the-customers streak going. We both do.

  Time to goad her a bit.

  “Have you seen the crowds out there? All those American tourists here for the British Summer Time music festival,” I tell Maeve as we clean and stack glasses, preparing for another busy night at The Magpie. “I bet we’ll have a full bar tonight.”

  “Hmm. I hadn’t noticed,” she says, in a way that tells me she certainly has.

  “Teeming with lots of strapping, single men. Your favorite type. I’m thinking you’re finally about to cave.”

  “You always say that,” Maeve argues, shooting me a you’re so wrong stare with her big brown eyes. “And you’re never right.”

  “That’s not true,” I say in protest, grabbing a new glass. “Besides, I know you’ve come very close. The other night you seemed to fancy that table of businessmen in all those expensive suits. The night before, you were definitely flirting with that bad boy who kept ordering tequila shots.”

  An impish grin lights her face as she checks that all of the bottles are facing out. “He was highly shaggable. Plus, he was from New York. I do love an American accent.” She takes a beat and arches a brow. “And yet I resisted.”

  “And so very many Americans will likely be streaming in tonight,” I say, gesturing to the door that we’ll open soon. “It’s going to be soooo hard for you. If only you weren’t this stubborn.”

  “Stubborn or smart? I choose the latter,” she says, all saucy.

  “It’s a shame, your stubborn streak,” I continue, sticking to my strategy of reminding her what she’s losing out on. “Think of how many shaggables you’ve let just walk on out the door. Not to mention kissables. All because of a silly game we play.” I shake my head like I’m mourning all the one-night stands she’s let pass her by. Over the top, yes, but losing out on a chance with a fantastic guy is just cause for crying into your beer.

  But a game is a game.

  A bet is a bet.

  And I won’t cave.

  Maeve sets down a pair of martini glasses on the shelf behind her. “What about you, Mr. Checks Out All the Hotties and Pretends Not To? I’ve seen the guys who have caught your eye. It’s only a matter of time before you spot one of them and—poof—you’re in mad love, the game’s up, and I collect my big winnings.”

  “And that is where you’re wrong,” I say, standing my ground. “Because I don’t believe in all that rubbish.”

  “You don’t believe in love? Get out.”

  I shrug, moving from organizing the glassware to wiping the bar down. “Oh, I believe in love. But I definitely don’t have the time or interest in it.”

  Love is messy. It gets in the way of logic, facts, and hard work.

  “Everyone has an inherent interest in love,” Maeve says, heading to the tables to straighten up the coasters. “And someday it’ll knock you on your arse. And I’m going to laugh so hard when it smacks you right in the face.”

  “Which one is it, Maeve? Am I going to be knocked on my arse or smacked in the face?”

  Setting down the napkin holder, she parks a hand on her hip and shoots me a steely stare. “In your case, both. Especially since you’ve been so focused on business, business, business since we bought this place.”

  “As I should be. Because . . . loans. Also, because who has time for distractions when we have an empire to build? First stop, The Magpie. Next, world domination in the bar biz.”

  “But on the path to world domination, you might go home with a hottie, and then you’ll be footing the bill for my big-ticket item,” she says, a hopeful glint in her eye.

  “When I win—and I will win—I’ll give you a week to clear out a space for the pool table you’re going to have to get me,” I say as I spray down the bar. “Just to soften the blow.”

  She doesn’t miss a beat. “When I win, I’ll let you take out a loan for the vintage jukebox I’ve been eyeing. You know, I searched online, and it’s going up in value. Sure you don’t want to just buy it now and save yourself some cash?”

  “That’s sweet but completely unnecessary.” I tap my chest. “Have you seen my willpower? It’s pure iron.”

  “Something tells me that willpower of yours is just going to melt—and soon,” Maeve says with a smirk as she snatches the rag from my hand and whips it at my leg. “And when it does, it won’t just be money you’ll lose. It’ll be your heart.”

  “As if.”

  “Just you wait.”

  She sashays away, past the bottles of expensive booze that line the walls of our clean but elegant bar. She cues up the music for tonight, the usual jazzy standards, and then opens the doors.

  Soon, the customers will come in. I imagine someone that’s just Maeve’s type—chiseled jaw, witty sense of humor, rugged good looks—walking in.

  Walking in and securing me my pool table.

  The thought gives me an idea.

  Maybe I need to edge this bet in my favor.

  It might be time I set a trap for my victory.

  A tall, sexy trap that is the perfect fairy tale for Maeve.

  2

  Dean

  For the next few hours, I serve and chat, and I study the guys who walk into The Magpie. I look each of them up and down as I search for the type I need to finally sink Maeve.

  A businessman with a tight suit and trim blond hair? No, she’ll think he’s too pretty.

  Or maybe that guy with hipster glasses and ripped jeans? He’s cute with an edge, but she’ll think he’s too grungy.

  More guys weave in and out, ordering pints and whiskey sours, all of them too basic or too drab, too loud, or too impressed with their own jokes.

  And then, I spot him.

  A guy with so much potential it’s practically radiating off him.

  He strides in like
he’s walking into his bedroom at home, an effortless swagger to his movements. His large build is flanked by two women who giggle and laugh, already a little tipsy by the look of it. With inked arms and a trim beard, he has that rugged and dangerous quality she adores, right down to the dark jeans and tight white shirt.