His Love Lesson

by Nicki Night

  The Barrington Brothers. New York’s most irresistible bachelors.

  After finally dumping her controlling fiancé, Chey Rodgers is ready to live life on her own terms. Moving to New York to complete her undergrad degree is step one—but getting snowed in with a sensual stranger isn’t part of the plan! Now Chey can’t stop fantasizing about the incredible lover she never expects to see again. Until her new professor walks into the classroom...

  Successful corporate attorney Hunter Barrington has one semester to prove himself at his alma mater. He’s put to the test when the sultry beauty who shared his bed at a Utah ski resort reappears in his life. A secret romance with his student could cost Hunter his academic future—especially when a scheming colleague sets her sights on the eligible lawyer. Will Hunter and Chey be able to avoid scandal and attain their dreams without sacrificing their passion?

  “Is this how you imagined your liberating solo vacation would turn out?”

  “Not at all.”

  “Me neither.” Hunter sniffed out a chuckle. “This is actually better than I thought it would be.”

  Chey craned her neck, tossing Hunter a baffled look.

  “I never thought I’d end up with a beautiful woman in my arms as we sat in front of a fireplace with a view of mountains beckoning at my side.”

  Chey’s cheeks burned. She turned back toward the fire and let her head settle in the center of Hunter’s chest. No words were necessary. Hunter was right. Despite all that had gone wrong, she could have never called this and was grateful that she didn’t have to endure this alone. What would she have done had Hunter made his flight home on the first day?

  “You smell amazing.” Hunter’s voice had reduced to a husky whisper.

  “Thank you.” Chey smiled but didn’t turn around. “It’s one of my creations.” If Hunter kept it up, they would no longer need the fireplace for heat.

  “You made that?”

  “Yep.”

  “That’s some talent.” She felt Hunter nod.

  “You don’t smell so bad yourself,” Chey teased.

  “Thanks!” Silence. Then laughter.

  As the laughter subsided, Chey noticed how Hunter instinctively rubbed her arm. His touch alone was enough to keep her warm.

  Dear Reader,

  I’m so very excited to share with you the second novel in the Barrington Brothers series, His Love Lesson. On this journey you will meet Chey Rodgers, a woman who is ready to take life on in a brand-new way. But the last thing she ever expected was for her plans to be intercepted by Hunter, the oldest of the Barrington brothers.

  Chey Rodgers has put the past behind her and looks forward to a much brighter future—one where she finally puts her desires first. Her mind is on her career, not a relationship—until she crosses paths with Hunter. Chey may not think she’s ready to let another man into her life, but for some reason, she can’t keep her mind off Hunter. When they finally connect it’s explosive, but then people and circumstances force them apart. Will they be able find their way back to each other? Together they will learn a valuable lesson in love.

  Find out how Hunter finds his way back to Chey. I truly hope you enjoy their journey.

  Happy reading!

  Nicki Night

  Nicki Night is an edgy hopeless romantic who enjoys creating stories of love and new possibilities. Nicki has a penchant for adventure and is currently working on penning her next romantic escapade. Nicki resides in the city dreams are made of, but occasionally travels to her treasured seaside hideaway to write in seclusion. She enjoys hearing from readers and can be contacted on Facebook, through her website at nickinight.com, or via email at NickiNightwrites@gmail.com.

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  This book is dedicated to Benny Daniel, my hero and the man who taught me how to go after what I want without fear! Enjoy heaven, Dad!

  Acknowledgments

  Well, here I am again. First and foremost, I must thank God for the doors that He’s opened. He gets all the glory for everything I’ve ever accomplished.

  I’m excited to deliver my second romance novel to the world, which wouldn’t have been possible without many great, wonderful and brilliant people! To all the readers of Her Chance at Love, thank you for giving me a chance. To my editor and the entire team at Harlequin. Glenda Howard and Shannon Criss, thanks for all you do. To my literary sisters, Zuri Day, Donna Hill, Brenda Jackson, Beverly Jenkins, Victoria Christopher Murray and ReShonda Tate Billingsley, thanks for your ears, advice, time and friendship.

  To the best support system in the world, the love of my life, Les, the Daniels Clan and my entire family, thank you for always being there for me. To my girls, for keeping me inspired, laughing and for buying every book, I love you all dearly.

  #DreamEnormously darlings!

  Ciao,

  Nicki

  Contents

  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

  Chapter 1

  “Is this the runaway bride?”

  “Runaway fiancée! Get it right. We weren’t married yet,” Chey Rodgers said, snickering at her witty response to her sister’s greeting. Deanna was obviously amused. Chey cut into her fit of giggles. “How’s Mom and Dad, silly?” she said as she folded her legs under her bottom on the loveseat in her tiny living room.

  “Dad is Dad. Mom is...Mom. Same snarky old woman!” Deanna laughed but stopped abruptly. “Don’t tell her I said that.” She laughed again. Chey shook her head and smiled. Her sister always managed to lighten her mood.

  “I called her, but she didn’t answer.” Sometimes it was a relief when her mother didn’t answer. They were still at odds about Chey’s move.

  “She’s probably out with the church ladies.”

  Chey looked at the date on her laptop screen next to her on the loveseat. “You’re right. It’s Thursday. I’ll call her in the morning.”

  “You know she’s still upset about everything that happened. She can’t seem to understand why you broke off the engagement and ran off to New York so quickly, or ‘that big ole city,’ as she puts it.”

  “Deanna, I’ve tried to explain that to her so many times. You guys don’t know the Todd that I know. I couldn’t attach myself to him till death did us part.” Chey twisted her lips, mocking the twiste
d way people chose to see her big move. “I’ve been planning to go back to school for so long. I know this whole thing seems scary to Mom, but this was my chance and New York is where I need to be for what I want to do.”

  “So...” Deanna paused. “How’s the big city treating you?” she said.

  “New York has been great so far.”

  “Have you heard from him yet?” Deanna asked cautiously.

  “No.” Thank God.

  “I’m surprised. You left months ago.” She seemed disappointed.

  “Our relationship was over way before it was officially over. He’s so self-absorbed. He probably thinks he’s punishing me by staying away.” Chey rolled her eyes as she thought about her manipulative ex-fiancé. She hadn’t called to talk about Todd Coleman. He had finally been relocated to his rightful place in her life—the past. “I cut my hair.” She changed the subject and instinctively ran her fingers through her short crop.

  “Really!” Deanna squealed. “I can’t believe it. How much did you cut?”

  “All of it.”

  “Uh! Excuse me?”

  “I got one of those pixie cuts.”

  “Oh my goodness, Chey! I have to see it. Send me a picture.”

  “I will. Oh! And I can’t wait to start school.” Chey scrunched her shoulders in excitement.

  “When do your classes begin?”

  “End of January. I’m taking a little vacation to celebrate before I start.”

  “Wow. I can’t imagine going back to writing papers and attending classes again. You’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

  “I know, but what could I do? We simply ran out of money and since the shop wasn’t doing well, Mom and Dad couldn’t help. It was almost depressing, seeing my classmates graduate without me. Once the shop started doing better, I could finally afford to save enough to go back.

  “We have you to thank for that! It will all work out. You deserve this. Good luck! Where are you going for vacation?”

  “Near Salt Lake City, Utah.”

  Chey pulled the phone away from her ear when her sister screamed, “What the hell is in Utah?”

  “I booked an amazing villa. I plan to ski, snowboard, drink hot chocolate in front of a cozy fire and work on that book that I’ve wanted to write forever.”

  “I’m going to have to report this identity theft because you’re clearly not my sister.”

  “This is just the beginning,” Chey declared.

  “I love it! I may need to take a page from your book. I could use some excitement. Maybe I’ll come for a visit. You know how much New York City intrigues me.”

  “Great idea! Let’s put it on the calendar.”

  “It’s a plan!” Deanna gasped. “But I’ll wait until your spring break. That cold weather is unbearable. Anyway, I gotta run, sis! I just realized I’m late for a conference call. You know how it is dealing with coworkers on the West Coast. The time difference is a killer. Give me a call tomorrow. Okay? Love ya.” Deanna ended the call before Chey could say goodbye.

  Since Deanna was a data analyst who worked from home, she was always mindful of making sure her bosses knew that she was a diligent employee. Even though she often worked from their parents’ variety shop, she was sure to get her reports in and respond to emails or calls as quickly as possible so her bosses would never have to question her dedication or whereabouts. She needed this job, since the family business didn’t pay much at all.

  Chey laid the phone on the side table closest to the loveseat and walked over to the mirror near the door. Twisting her head, she took in the sleek look of her new hairstyle and ran her fingers through it once again. She recalled how nervous she’d felt when she’d sat in the hairdresser’s chair with a picture of Halle Berry and told her she wanted to look like that.

  When the stylist finished, she’d been shocked at how different she looked. At first she’d wondered if her sudden change had been too drastic. In the days following, Chey would absentmindedly attempt to run her fingers through her hair and be reminded that she had chopped all of it off. As the days passed, Chey had received loads of compliments at her part-time job and eventually became so pleased with the style that she wondered why she hadn’t cut it before. Her new look highlighted her high cheekbones and made her big brown eyes pop in a good way. Then she remembered. She’d kept it long because Todd preferred that length.

  Feeling free and light was becoming addictive. Chey had taken other actions and made plans to do things she had wanted to do for years. Now that she was no longer tied to Todd, she did whatever she desired and it felt great!

  Chey’s phone rang. She walked over to retrieve her cell from the side table. She didn’t recognize the number but did recognize the area code as being from her hometown in Virginia. It had to be someone she knew.

  “Hello,” she said in the same courteous tone she used at work.

  “Chey?” Todd’s greeting sounded more like a scolding.

  Chey hadn’t heard from him since the day she left home three months before. She resisted the initial urge to hang up. There was no reason to hide from him.

  “Hello, Todd.” She kept her tone professional.

  “I’ve given you enough time to get over whatever little fit you’ve been having. It’s time for you to come home. I need you here.”

  Chey found herself laughing at how ridiculous he sounded. “You can’t be serious.”

  “You find this funny?” He was clearly annoyed.

  “As a matter of fact, I do. It’s not that at all, is it? You don’t like the idea of me being independent. You can’t handle the fact that I walked away from you! This is a joke!”

  “This has gone on long enough.”

  Chey dropped her head into her free hand and shook it. “Todd. We’re done. I have a new life. I truly wish you the best with yours.”

  “Tell me where you are.”

  “Goodbye, Todd.” Chey ended the call, but not before hearing him declare that he would find her.

  Chey walked to the refrigerator and pulled out the bottle of champagne she’d purchased to bring in the New Year. Suddenly she felt as if there was no need to wait the few days. She popped open the bottle and toasted to all the fresh starts of the past few months and the ones on the horizon.

  Chapter 2

  Hunter looked across the roomful of people at his brother Blake snuggled up against his fiancée, Cadence, on the couch and wondered if settling down was somewhere in his future. No one ever anticipated Blake finding a wife before his big brother, Hunter, who was more laid-back. Drew, forget about it! As the youngest, he was the rebel, completely commitment phobic and having way too much fun running through as many women in as many countries as he possibly could. Jade Donnelly, the only woman the family thought could have been “the one” for Drew, had run off with a chunk of his heart and was never to be seen again. Hunter believed that there was a slight possibility that Drew might have been holding out for her return.

  “Hey, bro. You don’t hear me talking to you.” Drew pulled Hunter from his thoughts, bringing him back to the roomful of music and people attending his brother’s New Year’s Eve party.

  “What’s up?” he asked, sipping the champagne in his hand.

  “I said, look at Blake—he’s a sucker for love.” Drew’s infectious laugh roared, garnering the attention of nearby guests.

  “Yeah! Rightfully so, though. Cadence is a great catch.”

  “You’re right. I’m just teasing. She’s good people!” Drew took a long swig of his beer. “What about you? You think you’ll find someone that would make you want to quit the singles game?”

  “I don’t know, li’l bro. I don’t know.” Hunter sipped again.

  For a moment, Drew seemed caught in pensive thoughts. “I don’t know either.”

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nbsp; “What about Alana? The two of you went out before, right?”

  For a quick second, Drew looked uncomfortable. “Hmm, Alana,” he said with a puzzled expression. Hunter gave him a look that told him he wasn’t buying his poor attempt at acting as though he didn’t know whom he was talking about. “Oh! Pfft!” He waved his hand dismissively. “She’s cool.”

  “Ha!” Hunter shook his head at him and continued sipping.

  “Hey, Hunter!” said some girl dressed in baby pink, looking like a happy Easter egg.

  “Hey...” He hesitated, trying to figure out if he knew her name.

  “Tricia,” she paused a moment, apparently waiting for some sign of recognition to spread across Hunter’s face. “I recently joined the New York Association of Attorneys.”

  “Oh! Okay.” Hunter had no idea who this woman was. “Nice to see you, Tricia.” He held out his hand to shake hers. She was pretty enough not to forget. Hunter discreetly took in her curves. Obviously, he wasn’t inconspicuous enough. She smiled seductively and arched her back slightly, giving him an unobstructed view of her ample cleavage.

  “I guess I’ll see you around,” she said, then turned slowly and swayed her hips, leaving an imprint on Hunter’s mind with her seductive gait.

  “Who is that?” Drew reappeared by his side, ogling the woman as she walked away.

  “Tricia!”

  “Tricia?”

  “Yeah...Tricia,” Hunter said, still eyeing her. Though she was beautiful, he already knew she wasn’t “the one” kind of material.

  Hunter shook his head hard. Why was he even thinking like that? He hadn’t been assessing the women he met in order to determine if any of them might be “the one” material before. Maybe he was just caught up in all the love oozing from Blake and Cadence.

  Hunter looked over at Drew, who was still taking Tricia in, and laughed. He was at a New Year’s Eve party. It was time to act like it. Old-school R & B floated through the hidden speakers. People were bunched in groups, chatting, laughing and sipping everything from hard liquor to bottles of water.