She whistled loudly when my ass faced her full on. “You can bounce a quarter off that thing.”
“Please,” I groaned in horror. “It’s aged too much for that shit.”
“You’re getting that outfit.”
“I don’t know. The top really isn’t me.”
She smacked my ass, causing me to jump. “That’s the point. We’re retiring the tracksuit. It’s too you, and that shit ain’t working.”
I turned, glaring at her for a second. “Fine.” I wanted the outfit, but I’d never admit it to her.
“Go try on the next one.”
I closed the door and turned around in front of the mirror, smiling as I did. I really did like the way the outfit hugged my body and showed my curves.
“We have to get you a new bra.”
“Why?” I called out when I started to pry the shirt from my body in the most ungraceful way.
“Your boobs shouldn’t be near your elbows.”
As I tossed the top to the floor with the size-eight jeans, I stared in the mirror and turned to the side. She was right. They were hanging low. The bra I had on was the same style I’d worn for years.
“They’re fine.”
“No, they’re not. Does it even have underwire?”
I grimaced at the thought of wearing something so constrictive. “Underwire?”
“You need a push-up bra to get those girls back toward your chin.”
“For the love of God,” I muttered, pushing up my tits to the spot they’d sat twenty years ago.
“Let’s find more clothes, and then we’re on to raising those babies a few inches. You need to show off that cleavage.”
In my head, I kept hearing Morgan. He was going to flip his lid the moment he saw me. The entire thing might be worth it just to freak him out.
But then I thought of Bear. What would he say when he saw the new me?
***
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Chapter 1
Bruno
New Year’s Eve 5 years ago
It’s New Year’s Eve, and even though we’re in New York City, I refuse to go to Times Square with the hordes of tourists that have flooded the city. The real action happens away from the prying eyes of the television cameras and the hundreds of police officers. Tonight, I’m going to relax and step outside my comfort zone.
Looking around the overcrowded bar, I can’t help but think about time. Its elusive nature. Slipping through our fingertips and always escaping us, no matter how hard we try to make it stop. New Year’s is one of the only times we embrace the passage of time, ushering in the beginning of something new and hoping to forget about our past.
“Can I get you another drink, Mr. Bruno?” Mary Elizabeth, the sweet, young bartender, asks. She started less than a month ago, arriving from Bumfuck, Georgia with dreams of becoming a supermodel. She informed me that waitressing is only temporary until she finds an agent to put her on the cover of every major magazine in the world.
Poor thing.
New York City is the place where the unattainable feels almost possible. Millions of people have come here with stars in their eyes, hoping to hit it big but typically falling on their faces and being sucked into the morass of commonality.
“Please.” I turn my back to her and glance around the bar.
“Hey,” I say when Callie approaches. For a moment, I think she’s going to stop and talk, but her friend Becca drags her toward the dance floor instead.
“Hey,” she replies before being pulled into the crowd and disappearing.
We’re a half hour away from the ball dropping and the start of something new. With each passing minute, the crowd vibrates more with the anticipation of the clock striking midnight. The feeling inside the club is electric and infectious.
“No date tonight?” Mary Elizabeth asks when she sets the Jack down behind me.
I turn to face her with a smile. “Not tonight.” Not many people here would ask me that question, but she looks at me differently than the other workers. It’s not that she’s attracted to me, but she finds the good in everyone. She may be the only person in the bar who isn’t scared of me.
Tiny red ringlets have fallen free from her ponytail and cascade to her shoulders like overhanging branches of a tree. “It’s a shame. A handsome guy like you shouldn’t be alone.”
Her words make me laugh. I’ve been alone for my entire life. My world doesn’t make it easy to be in a relationship. Trying to maintain the veil of truth with a partner while working in a career that involves lies makes it damn near impossible. “I’m not alone,” I tell her since I’m surrounded by hundreds of people.
She leans forward, reaching into the ice chest. “Just because you’re with people doesn’t mean you are with anybody.” Her green eyes sparkle in the overhead lighting of the bar.
“I know, Mary Elizabeth.” I swirl the whiskey, letting it aerate, and I catch a whiff of sweetness. “Thanks for the reminder.”
“I’m always here to help.” She smiles brightly, the freckles on her cheeks almost kissing her eyes.
She wanders to the other end of the bar to wait on the dozens of customers eager to be served. Leaning against the bar, I watch the partygoers as they dance to the intoxicating beats of the DJ. Every few seconds, Callie becomes visible—but only when the crowd parts just the right way. Her short black miniskirt that kisses her thighs at just the right place to drive any man wild rides up slightly with each step before sliding back down.
She and her friend Becca have been coming into the club for a year now, though I’ve never spoken more than a quick hello to either of them. But I’ve had my eye on Callie. Not in a creepy sense, but her beauty has always captivated me. Being in my line of work, getting close to anyone is too dangerous, so I’ve always kept my distance. Casualties are to be expected, but some would be a bigger burden to bear. And I’d never put the life of someone as sweet as her in danger.
Turning my back to the dance floor and Callie, I lean over the bar and toy with my drink. This will be another New Year’s I’ll spend alone, but I won’t be doing it sober. So I down my drink and motion to Mary Elizabeth for a refill. As she pours, she quirks an auburn eyebrow. I know what she’s thinking—why is he getting hammered?
Life has been hard. Living the way I do always has moments that make me question my life choices, but watching my sister suffer has taken a toll on me. Cancer wasn’t something I ever thought I’d have to face in life, but being by my sister’s side during her entire battle had become the most important thing in my life. Months of treatment and surgeries took a toll on her and me too. Tonight, I want to get lost and escape my reality in a bottle of Jack, and if I’m lucky, some girl who wants nothing more than a one-night stand. I can’t offer anything more than that.
“I’m dying of thirst,” the girl beside me says, but I don’t bother looking.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough already, Cal?” her friend responds, and I’m instantly interested in their conversation.
“I’ve only had a few drinks, and I’ve sweated them off anyway.”
Staring out of the corner of my eye, I see her straight blond hair shimmering and swaying back and forth while she talks. Her hands are moving around as she describes the new car she’s just purchased and the “sweet curves” of the body.
All I can think about are the curves of her body and the way she moved on the dance floor.
“Two more, please,” Callie tells Mary Elizabeth.
As she pours their drinks, she gives me a look. I scowl in response and lift the glass to my lips, but I keep my eyes on Mary Elizabeth.
“Is that all, ladies?” she asks them as she scoots their drinks in front of them.
“That’s it.”
“No charge,” she tells them and smiles at me. “Bruno here is buying.”
My eyes widen, and I know what she’s doing. The little Southern minx is trying to play cupid. She feels bad that I’m alone, when it’s the way I’ve chosen to live.
“Thank you,” Becca says as I turn to them and tip my glass.
“Thanks.” Callie’s sweet voice makes me smile like a teenage boy with a serious crush.
“You’re welcome,” I say, finally finding my voice and my balls.