glass. “I have to admit I’m intrigued.”
“And here I thought I was boring you.”
“Not hardly.” She nudged him. “Go on. I’m dying to know how this all played out.”
He glanced at his watch and gave a half shrug. “All right. Let’s see. What happened next?”
Toni huddled closer as her handsome stranger continued his story: boy gets girl, boy gives girl an ultimatum to get rid of the other boy, but things start unraveling at the seams.
“I think you’re purposely drawing this story out to keep me on pins and needles,” Toni complained after another hour had rolled by. “When are we going to get to the wedding?” She gasped. “Wait. Was there even a wedding?”
The bartender approached. “Can I get you two anything else?”
“I’m good, she said.
Her handsome storyteller simply shook his head, and the bartender silently drifted away.
Toni glanced back at her companion with a million questions racing through her mind. His story had the makings of a soap opera. Did this Ophelia Missler really love her childhood friend, Solomon, or had Jonas, her current drinking partner, stolen her heart?
“You know, I really don’t know why I’m running off at the mouth like this. My rehashing this story isn’t going to change how things turned out.”
Fearful she wouldn’t hear the rest of the story, Toni carefully placed a hand against his arm. “Maybe not, but talking about things can be therapeutic.”
His silence seemed to stretch for an eternity before he finally met her gaze. “I guess you want to hear the rest?”
Toni nodded and leaned in close. However, the wedding turned out to be a disaster with the bride marching down the aisle; but unable to say “I do,” and leaving Jonas at the altar while the bride ran off to Las Vegas to marry Solomon.
“Flight 1269 to Los Angeles is now ready for boarding.”
“Oh, that’s me.” Toni dabbed her eyes and then slid her purse strap over her shoulder before she glanced at Jonas again. She didn’t quite know what to say to such a bittersweet love story, especially since he had gotten the short end of the stick. “It looks like I did a lousy job in cheering you up,” she admitted.
Jonas’s adorable dimples flashed. “I don’t know about that. It felt good to finally talk about it. It’s been a year, and Lord knows, my brothers, though well-intentioned, have been unsuccessful in getting me to open up.” He met her gaze. “Looks like you are a good listener.”
“A year, huh?” Toni’s interest perked.
“Yeah. I heard Ophelia and Solomon had a beautiful girl last month. For the most part, I’ve been able to move on. I’m a little nostalgic because today would’ve been our one-year anniversary.
Toni nodded as she studied him. “You know, I bet she was right about you,” she said. “One day you’ll make some woman a wonderful husband.”
She didn’t know what possessed her to say that, but she meant it. Maybe it was something about his eyes. He had kind eyes, though now upon closer inspection and after hearing his sob story, she could see he was still very much a scarred man. Most likely, he had even thrown in the towel when it came to love.
Pity.
Then again, hadn’t she done the same thing?
Jonas leaned back and crossed his arms while he studied her. “Is that right?”
A delicious warmth swept throughout Toni’s body, and if she was standing, she was certain her knees would’ve buckled.
“Now boarding 1269 to Los Angeles...”
Reluctantly, Toni stood from her bar stool. She reached into her purse and withdrew a business card. “If you’re ever in Los Angeles, give me a call.”
Still watching her, Jonas accepted the card. “I just might do that, Ms...” He glanced at her name and a wide smile eased across his lips. “Ms. Wright.”
“Until then.” She winked, and then made sure she swished her hips in just the right way as she strolled out of the Crown Room.
Jonas enjoyed the view as he pocketed the
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