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Title: Plan B
Author: CL Stacey
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About Plan B:
Every tick of the clock takes something away.
Aryn Andrews is a single father doing the best he can under the circumstances.
When you meet the one you love, you plan for everything but the end—especially an end that comes too soon. After losing his wife during childbirth, Aryn vowed to be the kind of father that his daughter, Ayli, could be proud of. Every decision he makes is to ensure her happiness.
Bethany Michaelson is a victim of life.
Multiple hardships endured, Bethany never fails to find the silver lining in everything. Gracious, loyal, obedient, but above all, she is strong. All she wants is to change her inevitable fate, but in order to do that she has to be the one thing she isn’t. Brave.
Aryn has learned to accept his loss.
Bethany mourns hers every day.
How do you start over with someone who fears a new beginning?
Bethany
Dinner went
fine. Just fine. I didn’t have that moment,
the one where things just sort of snap into place. I found him pleasant,
but we don’t have too much in common.
I love outdoorsy
activities, like hiking and surfing. Rob is a sports fanatic, so he stays in to
catch whatever game is on whenever he can. We both work a ton. I guess that’s
one thing we share… but it isn’t the best.
Rob’s phone
starts going off in the middle of his story about the firm’s latest project.
Fixing me with an apologetic look before pulling it from his pocket, he checks
the screen. “I’m so sorry, it’s Nick. I have to take this, do you mind?”
Understanding
his situation all too well, I shake my head. “No, not at all.”
When he leaves
me at the table, I pull my own phone out and start Facebook surfing and
double-tapping Instagram posts. I “heart” a few things, comment on a few
others, and then a voice next to me pulls my focus. I turn to find a young-ish
man, another blond, maybe in his early thirties, seated not too far from me at
the next table.
“I’m sorry?” I
say when I fail to catch him the first time.
“I said you look
as bored as I feel.”
I stare at him
for a moment too long, unsure of what to make of his comment. “I’m not bored.”
He cocks his
head with a knowing look. “Are you honestly telling me that you’re having fun?”
The man picks up his glass and takes a sip of his water.
“I didn’t say I
was having fun. I said that I wasn’t
bored.”
He snickers into
his cup. “She’s witty, too.”
Tucking my phone
back into my clutch, I take a look around at nothing in particular. I’m just a
little thrown off by this stranger and why he felt the need to engage in
conversation with me, only to accuse me of having a bad time on my date. What the crap?
“Have I offended
you? My apologies.” He apologizes, but he wears a smug grin while doing it. Does that count? I think not.
“No, you
haven’t,” I lie, refusing to give him the satisfaction of being right.
“It shows.” His
tone bleeds sarcasm.
My eyes dart to
the empty seat in front of him, where I notice a plate of half-eaten chicken.
“If you paid half as much attention to your own date, maybe that seat wouldn’t
be empty,” I smart back.
I don’t know for
sure that he was on a date. He could have been in the middle of a business
meeting for all I know.
“I would have,
if I didn’t find you far more interesting. And, for the record, she went to
take a piss.”
So, he is on a date. Why does he keep talking to me?
“Oh, I see…
you’re bothering me because you’re
the one that’s bored. Makes sense now.” I turn away from him and drink from my
glass. Leave me alone, dude.
“Well, you
ruined any chance my date would’ve had when I heard you mention you love to
surf.”
I choke on my
wine when it goes down the wrong way. I’m coughing into my hand, and I see Bill
leap into action from across the restaurant, hurrying over to me with an extra
napkin.
“Thank you,” I
squeeze out.
“You’re welcome,
Miss. Are you all right?” Bill frowns worriedly down at me. “Can I get you
anything else?”
Dabbing at my
mouth with the napkin, I shake my head. “No, I’ll survive. Thank you, Bill.”
When he’s out of earshot, I turn to face the stranger again. “You were
eavesdropping?” I ask, my tone accusing.
The man gestures
toward the small space between us. “They give us what, like, two inches of
space? I can hear everything, I’d have to be deaf not to.”
I clear my
throat loudly when I still feel the remnants of my wine tickling the back of
it.
“You okay?”
“I’m fine,” I
clip, sipping my water.
“Just checking. Sorry.”
“Leave me alone,
please and thank you.”
“Why?”
“I’m on a date… and so are you.”
“They aren’t
back yet.” He gestures toward their empty seats.
My battle with
my patience is waning. I’m not usually this temperamental, but this guy is
extremely annoying. Like a gnat at a picnic, he’s just as difficult to be rid
of.
“Why do you want
to talk to me? I could be a psycho.”
“Interesting.
Are you?”
“No!”
“Didn’t think
so.”
I let out an
exasperated huff and offer nothing else. I will indulge this weirdo no longer.
“What’s your
name?” he attempts to reel me back in.
Don’t answer that. “Guess
it,” my mouth defies me.
Running a hand
across the light scruff on his chin, he ponders in silence. “You look like a
Mandy.”
Rolling my eyes,
I say, “Yep, that’s it.”
“I knew it. I’m
psychic.”
Or psycho.
“Congratulations,”
I deadpan.
As thick as he
seems, he doesn’t actually buy my lie, but he doesn’t push it either. He’s
impervious to my sarcasm and lack of interest, amused by my irritation.
Extending his
hand to me, he prepares to introduce himself. “My name is—”
Just then, I see
Rob re-entering the establishment. “Shh! My date’s back.”
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About CL Stacey:
CL Stacey is a Florida native, born and raised. She still resides in the Sunshine State with her husband and daughter. Relaxing with any good love story she can get her hands on is her favorite way to end the day.
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