If I Saw You Dancing (Love in Madelia Book 2)
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Daisy smiled then, as she always did when she thought about her son. He was bright, sweet, and just an all-around good kid. She wasn’t sure at all what she was doing right in her life, but she knew she was doing something right when it came to Mason.
She tapped out a quick text to Kate, checking in, when she saw a man sidle up on the barstool next to her. He was lean and tall, and looked like he’d just stepped out of a big city law firm. He was gorgeous, but in a kind of nerdy way that Daisy had found a lot more attractive the older she got.
Daisy smiled over at him when she noticed him looking her way. She flipped her hair, a mass of curly red ridiculousness no matter what she did with it, and tried her best to remember how to flirt.
“You don’t look old enough to be here,” he said, his voice barely above a conspiratorial whisper.
Daisy glanced down the bar at the bartender. Seeing him busily attending to the bachelorette party, she whispered back.
“I’m not. But you didn’t hear that from me.”
The man chuckled. “Your secret is safe with me.” He extended his hand toward Daisy. “Cole.”
She slipped her hand in his and smiled. “Kellie, assuming you’re in the ID checking mood.”
Cole laughed then, loud enough that several of the ladies who made up the bachelorette party in the corner looked over with interest. Daisy knew exactly what they were looking at; the man was seriously drop-dead gorgeous.
Men who looked like him just didn’t come into McGinty’s; the bar primarily catered to bored housewives, perennial barflies and college students who appreciated their lax ID checking policies.
“Is that your group down there? I wouldn’t want to be keeping you from all the fun.” He motioned to the ladies with his glance, and Daisy senses some humor behind his question.
She sighed. “Nope, all by my lonesome tonight. Was supposed to be meeting a friend here, but she had a better offer and bailed on me.”
“I can’t picture that,” Cole replied.
Daisy caught his eye and gave her best sultry sexpot look. Frankly, it needed work; she really was out of practice at the art of flirting, and she hadn’t been all that good at it even when she did plenty of it. But a sexy stranger in a bar was the perfect excuse to practice. After all, what were the chances she’d ever see him again?
She felt the liquid courage of her strawberry daiquiri urging her to be bold. She licked her lips before she replied, thinking of her favorite romance novel heroines for inspiration. “Well, she finally said after a moment. “Her loss, your gain, right?”
His smile went all the way up to his eyes and Daisy felt a familiar little shimmy feeling in her chest. She scooted closer to him, enjoying the feeling of his arm pushing up against hers.
“Can I get you another drink?” He pointed to her mostly drained daiquiri glass.
“Absolutely,” she replied in a rush of breath. He reached behind her to signal the bartender for refills, and although Daisy wasn’t sure if it was intentional or not, the increased physical contact sent a sexy thrill up her spine.
It wasn’t something she’d felt in a while, but Daisy smiled when she came to recognize the first licks of fire slow burning in her belly.
A man wanted her, she thought with a grin. And she wanted him back.
About the Author
Jessa Chase was born and raised in the wilds of Washington State. She works in healthcare but loves to write romance novels after a busy day in clinic. Jessa lives with her one tiny human and two not-so-tiny rescue pups.
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