Calendar Girl 12 - December Read Free

Mia, we deal together.”
    I nodded. “Okay, baby. We deal together,” I said and then leaned my forehead against his. That simple touch of his head to mine released all concern, doubt, and worry I had about the possibility that I’d seen my mother or what I should be feeling about it.
    “Can I kiss you now?” he asked, his voice a low rumble, the sound of a man who was losing control. I wanted that. Needed it even.
    I smiled. “Please kiss me now.”

Chapter Two
    Z ane’s Tavern was where the locals went to hang out, chill, have a beer and a few hot wings, according to the website. Wes agreed with that assessment. When he was in college, he and his frat buddies would hit the pub after a day on the slopes and pick up some snow bunnies who were waiting around for a hot, rich stud to sweep them off their Ugg-booted feet and take them back to the family cabin. Back then, Wes was only in it for a good time. Now, he was walking me down the steep steps where a wall of doors trimmed in forest-green greeted us. A broad rectangular sign above the entire length of the wall stated Zane’s Tavern boldly in gold relief on a black background.
    It seemed counterintuitive to me that patrons had to walk down steps to enter the establishment since it snowed rather heavily in this part of the country. It would make more sense to go up steps so that the entry didn’t get snowed in. Then again, maybe that was one way to keep the customers inside spending their duckets without seeming skeevy.
    Wes held the door open. The room was cozy and instantly reminded me of Declan’s back in Chicago where we’d hung out with Hector and Tony on St. Paddy’s Day. That day was one of the many reasons why Wes and I were together. He’d shown up out of nowhere, and given me a night I would never forget, and then left behind only the scent of man and sex in the air to cuddle with. I knew we were more then, even though I tried my damndest to fight it. Going so far as to have a one-night fling with Alec again in April. Once I’d found out Wes was banging Gina DeLuca, the star of his current film, I made a point to distance myself. Hell, I spent a month enjoying Samoan cock to try to forget the sexy surfer. It didn’t work. If anything, it made me more aware of what I wanted in the long run.
    My man’s hand was warm against my back as he led me into the basement space. There were several flat screen TVs in various locations around the room playing a football game. I couldn’t tell who it was from this distance, but the number of patrons wearing different jerseys and all eyes glued to the screens proved that it was a big game.
    Wes led me to the bar and helped me out of my own snow bunny coat and placed it on the back of my chair.
    “So when is this guy meeting us?” Wes looked down at his watch as he adjusted his chair and leaned on the bar top. In the day and age where men could look at their cell phone for the time, seeing a man wearing a wristwatch meant something. Wes was more traditional and old-fashioned than he liked to let on.
    “I think seven.”
    He nodded. “Let’s have a beer. It’s six forty now, so we’ve got some time.”
    “I could use a drink, that’s for sure.” I sighed and leaned my elbow onto the glossy bar top.
    Wes placed his hand on my shoulder and squeezed. “Sweetheart, nothing is going to happen on my watch. You’re safe with me. If this guy is a creeper, I’ll set him straight. End of story. You don’t worry about a thing but enjoying a drink with your man. Got it?”
    “Yeah. Thanks.” I laid my hand over his and leaned over enough to kiss the slice of skin at his wrist where his thermal Henley had risen.
    “What would you like?”
    I pursed my lips and looked at the wide variety of beers on tap. “Actually, I’m going to go for a cider if they have it.”
    The bartender approached. “Hey, Weston Channing! How the hell are you, brother?” A man with a long reddish beard-mustache combo called out, his