From One Night to Forever

by Synithia Williams

  From One Night to Forever

  Synithia Williams

  Avon, Massachusetts

  Copyright © 2015 by Synithia Williams.

  All rights reserved.

  This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission from the publisher; exceptions are made for brief excerpts used in published reviews.

  Published by

  Crimson Romance

  an imprint of F+W Media, Inc.

  10151 Carver Road, Suite 200

  Blue Ash, OH 45242. U.S.A.

  www.crimsonromance.com

  ISBN 10: 1-4405-8674-8

  ISBN 13: 978-1-4405-8674-3

  eISBN 10: 1-4405-8675-6

  eISBN 13: 978-1-4405-8675-0

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, corporations, institutions, organizations, events, or locales in this novel are either the product of the author's imagination or, if real, used fictitiously. The resemblance of any character to actual persons (living or dead) is entirely coincidental.

  Cover art ©atic12/123RF © Leonid Smirnov/123RF.

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  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  More from the Author

  More from Crimson Romance

  Chapter 1

  Aaron Henderson’s stomach kept up the angry growl it had started twenty miles down the road as he walked across the packed parking lot of Momma’s Kitchen. The hotel clerk had recommended the restaurant after Aaron had parked his big rig, Bertha, and checked in. The lively sounds of a band filtered from the restaurant’s closed door. The name Momma’s Kitchen in pink neon letters glowed from a sign over a front porch. When the clerk had mentioned the place, Aaron remembered his friend Reggie Holmes saying something about the restaurant and the good food.

  Reggie was the reason Aaron was in Resilient, Tennessee. After two years of talking about merging their trucking companies, Aaron and his old college friend were actually taking the steps to do it. Both successful in their own right, the merger would make their company a leading contender for transportation in the Southeast.

  Not bad for a college dropout. A grin spread across Aaron’s lips. Many people had sneered and thought he was crazy when he’d sold all his belongings, cashed out the savings account his parents had set up for him, dropped out of Appalachian State, and bought Bertha ten years ago. Hell, he hadn’t thought his spur-of-the-moment decision to drive big rigs and see the country would turn into running his own business, and four years ago when he’d hired his first driver he hadn’t imagined he’d be on the verge of doubling the size of his company. Henderson and Holmes Trucking would one day be a powerhouse in the freight industry. He not only believed that; he was certain. Things always worked out for him.

  A couple came through the front door, increasing the sound of the music and bringing out the savory smells of good food. Aaron’s stomach growled in appreciation, and he jogged up the stairs and through the front door. He quickly scanned the busy seating area. Tables covered the black-and-white-checkered floor and were filled with couples, some families, and groups of guys. A young woman belted out Tina Turner’s “What’s Love Got to Do With It,” accompanied by a band in the far right corner. A long wooden bar with silver and black stools ran along the left wall.

  Aaron turned to the hostess standing behind a podium right near the door. “How long is the wait?”

  The hostess smiled, emphasizing a pair of cute dimples. Her ponytail swung to the side as she checked the list. “Umm…about twenty minutes. Unless you want to sit at the bar.”

  She met his eye and the corner of her friendly smile went up a little more with interest. Aaron grinned and his eyes flicked down to the abundance of cleavage in the white button-up shirt straining to contain her blessings. Cute, definitely, with golden tan skin and shiny dark hair, but he guessed she was in her early twenties. Not too young for him, since he was only thirty, but the early twenties came with drama and he didn’t need more drama.

  “I’ll wait at the bar, sweetie, thanks.” He winked and the hostess licked her full lips.

  Aaron chuckled to himself and rubbed the stubble on his chin. He strolled to the bar and grabbed an empty seat in the middle. The female bartender scrambled from the back holding a tray filled with glasses in her arms. She dropped the tray with a rattle on the shelf behind the bar, wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, and then waved his way.

  “I’ll be with you in just a second,” she said and hurried to fill two of the new glasses with beer from the tap and gave them to two men sitting at the end. After chatting and laughing with them, she made her way down the bar to him.

  “What can I get you?” She looked up from her notebook and her friendly smile tilted up with interest.

  She was another cutie, more his age, and with enough curves to cushion a man for days. She wore the same tight white button-up and black pants as the hostess and other waitresses he’d spotted. No wonder Reggie told him to check out this place. The women were beautiful.

  “I’ll start with a Budweiser and a menu.” He glanced at the name tag on her chest. “Monique.”

  “You got it, handsome.” She winked and handed him a menu from beneath the bar, then sashayed over to fix his drink.

  The woman on stage finished her song and the place erupted in cheers. The guy next to him whistled. “Another one, Kacey!”

  The rest of the place joined in whistling and asking for more. Aaron raised a brow and watched as the performer waved a hand and shook her head.

  “Come on, this is my night off.” The smile on her face said she was loving the call for encores despite her words.

  “One more. One more!” someone chanted.

  “Fine, one more, then I’m going back to the bar. I’m supposed to be celebrating,” she said with a laugh. “Not working.”

  The guy next to Aaron bumped him with his elbow. “She can celebrate with me, know what I’m saying?” The guy chuckled.

  Aaron grinned and let out a light laugh. “I guess she’s a local favorite.”

  “Oh, yes. Everyone loves Kacey. Good girl, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t mind being her surfboard for the night.” He elbowed Aaron again. “Know what I’m saying?”

  Aaron nodded. “Yeah, I get you.”

  The cute bartender came back with his beer. “Ready to order?”

  Aaron barely glimpsed at the menu. “Just bring me the best thing in the place.”

  She flipped her waist-length hair over her shoulder and batted her long lashes. “I’m not on the menu.”

  Aha, so it was like that. Aaron checked her out again, appreciating the smooth brown skin and
voluptuous curves. Her thick makeup wasn’t his thing, nor the extra-long lashes, but that wasn’t enough to make him not take interest.

  You’re here on business, not to get laid, he reminded himself. That could wait until he got things settled with the merger. But it didn’t mean he couldn’t lay the foundation for a future hookup with a little harmless flirting.

  “That’s too bad,” he said with a smile. “I guess I’ll have to compensate with a burger and fries.”

  She slid the notebook into the pocket of her apron and gave him another flirtatious look. “Coming right up.” Her full hips swung suggestively as she sauntered over to put in his order. She gave another glance at him over her shoulder.

  Business, man, business. He had enough female drama in his life right now. Too many glasses of champagne at his sister Janiyah’s wedding to his best friend, Fred, had contributed to Aaron making the monumental mistake of sleeping with Janiyah’s best friend, Liz. The sex was good; the two—or three—hookups the organ below his belt agreed on later weren’t bad, either. On the way up his oldest brother, Kareem, had called to say that Aaron’s hookup with Liz had led Janiyah to believe Aaron and Liz were becoming serious.

  At least the misinterpretation wasn’t on Liz’s end. They’d been on the same page with their friends-with-benefits relationship. He and Liz hadn’t hooked up in the last three months. He hadn’t been in town much, and she’d gotten back together with her ex-boyfriend, an architect she had an off-again, on-again relationship with.

  The band revved up and the sounds of “Lady Marmalade” filled the place. The guy next to him drummed his hands on the bar. “I love it when she sings this,” he said to Aaron.

  Aaron nodded at the guy’s enthusiasm. “Number-one fan” would be an understatement of the man’s excitement. Aaron focused back on the woman who had the poor guy so enthralled.

  His first thought was she was a little too skinny. He liked them like the bartender, but the songstress had perfect curves in just the right locations. Her face immediately drew him in. She wasn’t classically beautiful—some would say her lips were too full or her cheeks too sharp—but that didn’t prevent Aaron’s heart from starting a crazy rhythm.

  She swayed from side to side with the music. Her slim hips hypnotized him and the rest of the men in the crowd with their easy flow in dark jeans and tall black heels. A red tank top with a white heart with wings spread across her perfect rack, and dark straight hair brushed her russet brown shoulders. With each word and graceful movement she commanded the stage. Her voice belted out to perfection the suggestive lyrics with enough passion to have Aaron shifting in his seat.

  Aaron tapped the guy next to him. “Hey, what’s her name again?”

  “Kacey,” the guy said almost with idolization.

  Kacey? He would’ve expected something more elaborate or flamboyant. Something more suited to the goddess onstage.

  “Me and her used to hang out,” the guy said. “I think I may try to rekindle that flame tonight. Know what I’m saying?” Another elbow to Aaron. “Show her why breaking up with me wasn’t such a good idea.”

  Aaron shook his head. The guy’s overuse of the elbow and “know what I’m saying” made Aaron think Kacey was smart for breaking things off.

  Aaron picked up his beer without taking his attention off the woman onstage, the curvy bartender forgotten. Aaron brought the bottle to his lips and watched the seductive sway of Kacey’s hips as she sang the Creole words every man wanted to hear from a beautiful woman. “Do you want to go to bed with me tonight?” Heat rose slowly up his body, an affirmative answer to her lyrical question.

  No complications, remember?

  Aaron pushed the thought aside. Talking to her a little wasn’t the same as going home with her.

  “Can I get you another drink?” Monique asked.

  Aaron shook his head. “No, but you can send one over to her on my tab when she’s done.” He pointed to his stage goddess.

  Monique cocked a brow and chuckled. “No offense, but you’re the sixth person who’s ordered my sister a drink tonight.”

  Aaron leaned on the bar. “Sister, huh? One of these guys in here special to her?”

  Monique shook her head and leaned a hand on her hip. “Nope.”

  “And there are five guys ahead of me interested in getting her attention tonight?”

  A smirk crossed Monique’s features. “Yep.”

  Aaron raised a brow. “None of us stand a chance, huh?” He took another sip of the beer.

  “She’s the good sister. If you want some fun tonight, you might want to look elsewhere.” Monique winked again, then went down the bar to tend to the other customers.

  A smart man would follow the path of least resistance. One night stands and easy hookups were more his thing. Anything else lead to feelings, which lead to serious relationships followed soon after by the bad break up. Aaron was very familiar with bad breakups having been through one before. Bad because he’d chosen to walk away rather than accept at twenty-two he was ready for a long-term commitment. He’d broken up with Denise, the only woman he’d come close to loving, and lived his life since having fun and being free.

  Aaron glanced back at the goddess onstage. Her gaze swept the room, caught his, jerked away, and then snuck back. An electric sizzle zoomed across his skin from the brief contact. Aaron smiled and brought the beer to his lips. One night of fun didn’t mean a relationship. And he wasn’t interested in the path of least resistance. He always preferred a challenge.

  Chapter 2

  Twelve years of working and singing in her momma’s restaurant made Kacey Randal pretty good at avoiding distractions during her set. But tonight she wasn’t supposed to be working and only sang because some of the locals had begged her to. According to her sister, Monique, tonight should be epic. The last night of her break from classes. The last night she could relax and have fun before diving in to the final semester of graduate school. The last night she’d have no really good reason to ignore the very big distraction of the sexy guy at the bar watching her every move with dark, soulful eyes.

  He was just her type of distraction too: tall and slim with just enough muscle to show he was all man. Wild curly Afro begging for her fingers to dig into and a five o’clock shadow he wore better than any other man she knew. The second he’d strolled into the building with that laid-back, looking-for-a-good-time swagger, her radar went off and her libido—ignored far too long because of school—perked up. A sexy Casanova here to tempt her on her last free night.

  She finished the song with her usual flourish. “Thank you!” she called to the cheering crowd, some she’d known all of her life, some strangers like the guy at the bar, and others the usual guys who hung around to drool down the cleavage of the waitresses in the sexy uniform her mother had picked specifically to appeal to the male clientele. If there was one thing Kacey’s momma knew, it was how to make a man drool and spend his money.

  Kacey grinned and waved at some of the regulars as she skipped off stage and walked to the bar. On the way she noted if any tables needed drink refills, noticed table forty-two hadn’t gotten their food yet, and scanned the wait staff to make sure they were smiling and happy when talking to the patrons. She couldn’t help herself. She loved this place. Loved that her momma had worked her fingers to the bone to open Momma’s Kitchen after people wrote her off for popping out four kids in the five years after she turned twenty. Her momma’s sacrifice to build her restaurant was ten times more than Kacey’s sacrifice of fun and excitement while completing her MBA. After this last semester, she would graduate with a hard earned 4.0. Then she could help take the next step and finally open their second restaurant in Chattanooga. She wanted Momma’s Kitchen to go from local favorite to a well-known franchise.

  The source of Kacey’s pride, her momma, Sabrina Holmes, stood at the end of the bar, one hip propped against the worn wood and a big smile on her slim face. At forty-five, people often mistook Sabrina for Kacey’s sis
ter. Sabrina’s brickhouse figure made Kacey wonder why she hadn’t inherited her momma’s Marilyn Monroe curves instead of the broomstick skinny she’d gotten from her daddy.

  “You sang good tonight, Kacey,” Sabrina said. “Even with the trip up.”

  Kacey grabbed the towel Sabrina held out and wiped her brow. Sabrina didn’t miss a thing. “Trip up? What are you talking about?”

  The music started and her cousin Natoya got up to sing. The evening singing by the friendly, and flirty, waitresses was one of the biggest draws of Momma’s Kitchen, after the food.

  “Don’t be coy with me, girl. Six guys bought drinks for you during your show, but only one of those guys caught your attention.” Sabrina winked. “I see the way you’re pretending not to watch him.”

  Kacey’s heart upped the tempo. “I’m not watching anybody.”

  “Sure you aren’t. He’s sitting next to Howard.”

  “I know.”

  Sabrina chuckled. “But you’re not watching him, huh.” Sabrina snatched the towel, then hit Kacey on the rear end. “If you weren’t my most responsible daughter, I’d tell you what to do with that man.”

  Kacey shook her head. “Good thing I am.”

  Her older sister, Monique, hurried over and slid a beer across the bar toward Kacey. “This one is from Howard.”

  Kacey slid the beer back toward her sister. “I’m not seeing Howard anymore.”

  Sabrina grabbed the beer and slid it back to Kacey. “Never waste a free drink. Accepting doesn’t mean you have to go home with him.” She patted Kacey on the back and then went through her nightly routine of talking to the various customers at the tables.

  Kacey leaned on the bar and raised a brow toward Monique. “How’s it going?”

  “Everything is absolutely fine, Ms. Worrywart.” Monique pointed a hot pink nail at Kacey. “You are supposed to be making tonight epic. Not singing. Which is a backdoor way of working.”