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little bit and my bestie baked us her wonderful Brownies. Seriously, they are THAT good!” Pride shone in Tessa’s eyes while she boasted about her friend.
    Taking a bite of said brownie, I groaned inwardly. I hadn’t had something that tasted this good, in well, EVER! “HOLY FUCK!”
    “That Emmy Morgan is sweet as pie and she sure does know her way around a kitchen. She makes some of the tastiest desserts. Bakes them and brings them to her store to sell each day. You never know what she will bring in, but you are guaranteed to get something amazing.” Uncle Mac tossed back over his shoulder as he headed towards his office.
    Just then three guys come out on stage to set up for tonight’s show, one of which I’m assuming was Tessa’s husband. “So, this band of your husband’s, are they any good?”
    “Does a Zebra have stripes? Duh, of course they are good! The Nation’s Capital is absolutely kick ass! Just you wait and see.” That Tessa, she seemed pretty quirky, I mean who said shit like that? Do zebras have stripes? I decided that I liked her.
    Moving here from Fort Drum, New York has been a major shock to my system. Being ex-military I was used to the hustle and bustle of Army life. I figured I would be Army for the long-haul; life has a funny way of throwing you off track though. If being injured in the line of fire on a mission wasn’t a blow enough to my ego, pun intended, even though I was shot in the arm, having my so called girl send me a Dear John letter while recovering in the hospital in Germany, topped it all off. Stupid bitch said she couldn’t be with a broken man, so she found herself a new one. Fuck her. She wasn’t worth much of my time anyways. Sure she gave amazing head, but Military Hoochies were a dime a dozen.
    So the day when good old Uncle Mac called me up to see if I wanted to buy into his bar, since he was retiring, couldn’t have come at a better time. It was a great opportunity, and I had several ideas to make this a better establishment. Hopefully, moving to this small Podunk town would be a good decision.
    Shaking myself from my thoughts, I helped the next customer at the bar. About that time the band started playing. Taking the time to listen to them in between serving up drinks, they actually weren’t half bad. Finally glancing up towards the stage, my heart stopped dead in my chest.
    Perched up on a stool, sitting behind a hot pink drum set, was the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen! She was definitely into the song, playing to her hearts content. Her eyes were hidden behind plastic framed glasses, so I couldn’t tell you the color from this far away, but I could tell that they were beautiful. She looked to be all curves, and man, did I love me some curves. Her curly auburn hair was whipping along as she bobbed her head to the beat of the music. She was in her element. Just then, she looked over my way and smiled, and lord that smile could brighten a room. My jeans suddenly felt too tight. I needed to find out who this beauty was. Adjusting myself, I reluctantly pulled my gaze away and went back to work.
    “So, Tessa who is everyone in the band?” I blurted, trying to find out the starry eyed drummers name.
    “Well, the lead singer is Toby, then we have Corbin on the bass guitar, he’s new, and my hubs, Brock is the other guitar player. Mikey here,” pointing to a guy nursing a beer with a brace on his wrist, “is the normal drummer, but the dumbass sprained it while working on a car, so Emmy is filling in.”
    “She the one who made the brownies?” I asked with my brows raised.
    “Yup the one and only, she is absolutely amazing and my bestest friend in the world. She’s had a rough life, but she is the shit.”
    Rough life, I wondered what exactly that meant.
     
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    “Hey Tess! So, what did you think? And what about Emmy?” the lead singer was at the bar, Toby I think his name was.
    “Oh Toby, y’all absolutely killed it, and Emmy was