Forever Love: A Friends to Lovers Collections

by Alyssa Rose Ivy

  “I’m so lucky to have you. I can’t believe how close I came to losing you last year—and I promise you are always going to come first. Our family will always come first.”

  My heart was going to burst. I was so incredibly happy for them.

  “Should we give them some privacy?” Macon whispered. That’s when I realized the whole main dining area and bar area was empty. Max had cleared it out.

  “Sure. Let’s go.” I slipped my hand into Macon’s before taking one more glance over my shoulder at the happy newly engaged couple.

  Carly

  The moment of truth arrived all too quickly. After a quick test where I could tell Max was going easy on me (half of it involved simple shots), Max decided I was ready to run my own bar. I’d expected to spend more time working downstairs first, but he wanted me to be the first one to work the upstairs bar, and I wasn’t going to argue with him. I was lucky he was giving me the chance.

  I dressed up my usual work attire with my favorite three inch red heels. Those shoes always made me feel sexy, and even if no one could see them with me behind the bar, they might help me mentally. Maddy had convinced me that her bartending confidence was all about attitude. She’d been right about everything else so far, so I decided to believe her.

  I arrived at work over an hour before I had to just so I’d have time to get ready. I checked on the supplies and the kegs before I went through the most popular drinks in my head. I was determined that I wasn’t going to have to look anything up unless I was completely desperate. Still, to be safe I had my app ready to go. I also had Maddy’s number ready on speed dial. She was working outside that night, but she promised she’d listen for her phone. I was seriously getting the best sister-in-law.

  I scanned the bottles lining the wall. I wanted to make sure I knew exactly where everything was.

  “Hey, beautiful.” Macon wrapped his arms around my waist from behind.

  “What are you doing here?” I turned in his arms. I hoped he hadn’t showed up to rile me up. I wasn’t sure I could handle it.

  “I’m here to help of course.”

  “To help?” I hadn’t even considered asking him to help. He’d suffered through weeks of the online course and drink quizzing. He’d definitely done his boyfriend duties.

  “Yeah. I told you I was going to help you with this.”

  “Yeah—by sitting through those bartending classes with me.”

  “Well, I’m here tonight too. I figure I’ll be able to distract the female customers while you work. You’re mostly going to be on your own with the men.”

  “Is the thought of my boyfriend flirting with other women supposed to make me feel better?”

  “Who said I was going to flirt? All I need to do is smile and look pretty.”

  I groaned. “Not everyone likes to sit around and admire you all day.”

  “Nope, that’s just what I want to do to you.”

  “Just stare?”

  “Of course not.” He moved behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist again. “You know the kind of things I want to do to you.”

  My breathing picked up. “If I make it through tonight, do I get to find out?”

  His hands slid lower, eventually cupping my ass. “Of course. We’ll get through the evening.”

  I turned in his arms and kissed him lightly on the lips. “You really are the best.”

  “Remember that next time I do something stupid. Maybe we can count this as a preemptive get out of jail free card.”

  I laughed. “Were you planning to do something bad?”

  “No, but I’m sure I’ll mess up eventually. It’s bound to happen.”

  “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome… and just so you know, contrary to what Maddy tells you, I’m not here to make sure guys don’t hit on you.” He grinned.

  I raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Maddy might think so?”

  “She might, but that’s really not why I’m here.”

  “Does it make me anti-feminist if that doesn’t bother me?”

  “No, it makes you a good girlfriend. You don’t like having other guys hit on you. That’s a good thing.”

  “Your flirtations are more than enough.”

  “I know.”

  I laughed. “Okay, let’s do this.”

  “Too bad we can’t have a drink first.”

  “Nope. No drinking on the job.”

  My first customer was Colin. You’ve got to love a big brother who shows up exactly at the right minute to put you at ease.

  He had a big goofy grin on his face, and I knew something was up.

  “Why are you smiling?

  “I got you something.” He pulled a vase of purple lilies from behind his back. “I think these are still your favorite.”

  “Aww, thanks Colin!” I walked around the bar to give him a hug.

  “Of course, but I think you might like the first night gift your boyfriend got you better.”

  “What gift?” I turned back around where Macon stood with his own goofy grin. “I’ll show you later.”

  “Okay… if you insist.” I fake pouted. Knowing there was a surprise waiting might help me make it through what I knew would be a busy night.

  I thanked Colin for the flowers by mixing him a perfect Manhattan without him having to tell me what he wanted. I could thank Maddy for that little tip.

  He sipped the drink. “Nice job, little sis.”

  “You can go watch Maddy if you want. I’m sure you’d rather be out there.” I knew he was especially worried about Maddy bartending now that she was pregnant.

  “I can stay here if you want.”

  “I have back up.” I patted Macon’s arm.

  “You do. I’ll see you later.” Colin waved before heading back down the stairs.

  Busy was the understatement of the century. Max must have done some serious PR work getting the word out about the new bar, because I’d never seen so many people in one place. With the picturesque view of the water, I could understand the draw.

  “There’s no way I could have done this on my own,” I whispered.

  “And there’s no way you would have had to. I told Max I’d be here. Otherwise he’d have been up here himself. You know that.”

  “All right, let’s do this.”

  I got lucky at first. I served about a dozen beers before someone asked for a mixed drink. Thankfully it was one I knew well because I loved them, a Cosmo. I decided the girl wouldn’t mind if I put my own twist on the garnish, and I added a flower petal.

  “Thanks.” She took the drink and walked off with her boyfriend. I tried to look over people’s heads so I could watch her drink it.

  “She’s smiling, you’re good.” Macon patted my back lightly. His height came in handy.

  Things picked up even more, and Macon and I were bumping into each other trying to keep up. I messed up once giving a guy a whiskey on the rocks when he wanted it neat, but that was more about the noise level than anything else. At least that was an easy fix—I just poured a new one.

  Around midnight I thought I was about to pass out. I’d never worked so hard in my life. I grabbed a bottle of water and downed it. I hadn’t realized how dehydrated I’d become. Max appeared through the crowd. “Why don’t you head home? I have this.”

  “Did I do something wrong?” I slipped off my shoes for a moment. They may have made me feel sexy, but they weren’t particularly comfortable.

  “Of course not, but I’d rather you still want to come back tomorrow night.”

  “Are you sure?” I felt bad deserting, but he was my boss, he had the final say.

  “Absolutely. I haven’t been behind the bar in a while. I’m looking forward to it.”

  I would have doubted him if it wasn’t for the smile on his face as he moved behind the bar. I grabbed my vase of lilies and let Macon lead me through the crowds and out back to the Tiki bar.

  “Hey!” Maddy called over the loud music.

  “I did i
t!”

  Colin laughed and pulled me into a hug. “I’m strangely proud.”

  “Strangely?”

  “I never thought I’d be proud of my sister for bartending, but you set your mind to it and learned something new. That’s a cool thing.”

  “In other words I’m rubbing off on him.” Maddy grinned.

  I hugged her over the bar. “Thanks for all the help, Maddy. Max said we could head out.”

  “Have fun.”

  I stepped back. “I think I’m going right to bed.”

  “Uh huh,” Maddy arched an eyebrow and pointed to Macon. “Are you so sure about that?”

  I laughed. “My brother’s here.”

  “Yes I am.” Colin crossed his arms.

  “And we’re leaving. Night, guys.” Macon waved before leading me back through the bar and out to the car.

  We were already back at the condo when I remembered Macon had a gift for me.

  “Do I get to find out what my present is yet?” I kissed him on the cheek.

  “Absolutely.” He took my hand and led me down the hall to my room. That was a change as we always slept in his room. I was about to say something when I saw the envelope on my dresser. I quickly opened it. “Dan Croll tickets! How? This show sold out months ago.”

  “I have my ways.”

  “Thank you!” I hugged him around the neck.

  “You can thank me by taking me with the second ticket.”

  “Was that even a question?”

  “Hey… you never know.”

  “Are we sleeping in here tonight?” I gestured to my bed.

  “Do you mind that we don’t?” He glanced at the tiny mattress.

  “No. I prefer your giant bed to this one anyway.”

  “Same here, plus this still feels like Maddy’s room to me.”

  “I get that.” I held the tickets and walked out into the hall.

  “How happy are you with me right now?” His voice came from right behind me.

  “Very.”

  “Happy enough that you’d join me in the shower?”

  “What’s with you and asking questions you already know the answer to?” I reached back and grabbed him through his pants.

  “Hey, it’s dangerous to assume. It’s always worth asking.”

  “Can I ask a question then, too?”

  “Of course.”

  “What are you waiting for?”

  “Nothing.” He picked me up and threw me over his shoulders. “I finally get to say I took the bartender home.”

  I laughed. “I took the bartender home too.”

  “That you did.” He set me down in the bathroom, closed the door, and turned on the water.

  While he was distracted I completely undressed. He turned back and grinned. “And look, my present came unwrapped.”

  “Mine didn’t.” I set to work undressing him completely.

  Macon

  Brody was the only guy who’d have ever been able to convince me to drink Pabst beer. The first time we’d gone out fishing he’d insisted on it. Evidently it had been a tradition when he went fishing with his brothers, and I decided to be a good sport and go along with it. Two years later, I couldn’t imagine a day of fishing without it. Fishing was really the only “guy” thing we did together. We’d done it on a whim one day when he first moved in, and it had become a semi-regular thing for us.

  The sun way already high in the sky by the time we pulled the canoe out. Usually we left early in the morning, but I’d had trouble leaving my bed again. When you have a girl like Carly begging you to stay a few more minutes, it can take an army, or in my case an annoyed roommate, to pull you out of the sheets. I left the condo with a promise that Carly would be around that night. She’d been spending more time with Maddy lately. Combined with the extra shifts she was working now that she was bartending, and the fact that I worked days rather than nights, finding time together could be tough.

  “Think we’re going to catch anything today?” Brody stretched out as much as he could in the canoe.

  “Maybe. Either way, I’m glad you dragged me out here.”

  “I know she’s prettier than me, but man it’s hard to pry the two of you apart.”

  “She’s a hell of a lot prettier than you.” I took a long sip of my beer.

  “Yeah, I’m not going to argue there.”

  “So what’s going on with you? I feel like all you’ve been doing is working.”

  “I’m trying to save up a little until I figure out what to do next.”

  “Do next? Were you planning on doing something different?”

  “Aren’t you? I know you own the place, but are you going to stay out here when Caleb takes over the shop?” Brody wasn’t the type to beat around the bush.

  “I have no clue.” I had no idea how I could rationalize staying around if I didn’t have a job at the shop.

  “I guess the better question is whether Carly’s sticking around.”

  “Who knows? It’s not like we’ve been together long.” It sure didn’t feel that way though.

  “Yet she’s slept in your bed almost every night for weeks now.”

  “I can’t get enough of her. She makes everything seem better, like I’m not a complete fuck up.”

  “You’re not a fuck up. Did you decide what to do with Wharton? Aren’t you out of deferrals now?”

  “I’m not going.”

  “You do understand that getting an MBA would help you with more than just your family business.”

  “I just don’t want it anymore.”

  “Then what do you want? Other than Carly and spending your life diving?”

  “I have no clue. I’ll figure something out.” I tried not to think about it anymore than I had to.

  “Same here. My parents are bugging me to go home. My brother Gavin thinks I should move to Wilmington where he is.”

  “He’s the one getting married, right?”

  “Yeah. He’s coaching a minor league baseball team and someone’s wife owns a restaurant he thinks I should work at while I go to culinary school.”

  “Wouldn’t that be a good opportunity?”

  “In theory, but I don’t know, I just want to do something on my own I guess. My family’s great and all, but they can get overbearing.”

  “And he probably just wants you around so you can babysit when they inevitably get pregnant in the next few years.” I let some cynicism slip in.

  “Speaking of pregnant—Maddy’s really having a baby, huh?”

  “Looks that way. She seems surprisingly excited about it.”

  “It’s not that surprising. She loves Colin.”

  “Yeah, but she’s the one who usually overthinks everything.”

  “I guess this comes more naturally.” Brody cast his line.

  “I guess so. Maddy a mom. Seems crazy.”

  “Right now I’m going to focus on the fact that she’s getting married. That’s crazy enough.”

  “Have they set a date yet? She told me her parents took all the news well.”

  “They did. Her parents are cooler than she’d let you believe, and they like Colin. Maddy’s trying to convince Colin to do something really small though. He’s convinced she’s only pushing for that because she’s pregnant, but I think it’s actually what she wants.”

  “Are you going to talk to him?”

  “I’m going to let Carly take care of that. Colin usually listens to her.”

  Brody laughed. “Yeah, let your girlfriend do the hard job.”

  I shrugged. “She doesn’t seem to mind. I think she likes being part of everything.”

  “What’s the deal with her family? I never wanted to ask, but I’m guessing you know.”

  “It’s all sorts of messed up. All I’m going to say is that if I ever see her brother-in-law he’s going to get hurt.”

  “That bad, huh?”

  “That bad.” I pulled off my t-shirt. The sun was roasting.

  “You’re going to get s
unburn.”

  “You sound like Carly.”

  “Yeah, but unlike Carly I’m not going to help you with the aloe.”

  I chuckled. “Yeah, that’s what Carly would say too.”

  * * *

  Three hours was a really long drive to go to a show, but I knew how much Carly loved the group. We’d decided to get a hotel in Virginia Beach for the night, and I was looking forward to it. As much as I loved having Brody as a roommate, I was looking forward to some more privacy for a change.

  “What’s your view on listening to a band on your way to go see them, yay or nay?” Carly sat happily in the passenger seat. She was dressed in my favorite dress. It was navy blue and shorter than she usually wore. I mentioned how good she looked in it, and she seemed to be wearing it a lot more. I enjoyed knowing I had that kind of influence more than I’d have admitted out loud.

  “I’ve never considered that important question before. There’s always the risk of getting tired of the music before you get there, but could you even get tired of listening to Dan Croll?”

  “Never.” She turned on her Bluetooth and the music blared through the radio. I smiled to myself. Sometimes Carly was so easy to please.

  I’d been expecting a large venue, but the show was in a really intimate place off the beaten path. My interest in watching the show rose exponentially. I always preferred when you got to be up close to the performers. There was something so much more satisfying about it. Being that close made it worth the price and effort of seeing them live.

  “I’m so excited!” Carly stepped up on her tippy toes trying to see over the people in front of us as we waited in line.

  “There’s nothing to see yet, babe.”

  “I know.”

  “Then why are you trying so hard?” I teased. I loved how excited she was, it made the drive seem like nothing.

  We turned over our tickets and walked in, ordering some drinks before making our way closer to the stage. Carly watched the bartender like a hawk while he mixed them.

  The opening act was surprisingly good, and I found a comfortable spot with Carly leaning against me. Standing room only wasn’t bad when it involved Carly in close proximity.