Coulda (A Second Chance For Mr. Right #1) Read Online Pepper North

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary, Forbidden, Romance Tags Authors: Series: A Second Chance For Mr. Right Series by Pepper North
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Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
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A familiar figure approached, and she completely lost track of her thoughts. Rio. Is there a more gorgeous man on the face of the earth? She’d been infatuated with him since her dad had hired him—first as an honorary big brother who was always around and now as the captivating man who sent shivers down her spine.

Women flocked into the bar to flirt with the handsome bartender. Her dad said that was good for business. More women attracted more men and sold more alcohol and food.

Amber hated them all. Even now, as Rio approached, a scantily clothed woman stopped him with a hand on his bulging bicep despite the heavy tray of drinks he balanced. His response appeared cordial and charming from a distance. From the look on the woman’s face as she turned around, it had also not been the one she’d wanted. Mentally, Amber thumbed her nose at her. Better luck next time.

Rio never took women up on their offers to date or sleep with them—or at least, Amber didn’t know that he did. No ex-girlfriends showed up to cause problems. He seemed happier chatting with her at the bar during the slow times than he did talking to the glamorous women who offered him everything.

Over the years, Amber had basked in his attention. He always treated her like a favorite sibling when she visited the bar. Rio was funny and worldly. She liked his company a lot.

He’d even reserved a stool for her next to the service bar where the servers picked up their drinks. Rio would charm whoever was there to move to another seat so she could hop up and talk with him as he made drinks and prepped garnishes. He even treated her to virgin strawberry daiquiris when the bar was slow, or her version of coffee, which was laced with a ton of sugar and exactly four creams, if he was too busy to do more than pour.

The first time an image of her sitting on top of the bar wrapped in his arms had popped into her head while she was sitting there chatting with him, Amber had run away. Now, she’d dreamed it so many times, Amber could almost pretend it had happened. But, of course, it hadn’t. Yet.

“Sodas and pretzels?” Rio asked, meeting her gaze over the crowd.

“Please! Thanks, Rio. And some veggies, too.”

His smile warmed her to the core. She hadn’t given up on him. Something drew her to him despite his refusal to have anything to do with her. Amber’s eighteenth birthday was just around the corner. She knew he’d crumble then. Her plan hadn’t jelled together yet, but Amber knew she just needed to be irresistible.

Maisie

Maisie mentally counted the change in her pocket. Whatever was on Rio’s tray would have to go to another patron. She’d drink water and have just as much fun celebrating the Dragons’ win with her friends.

“Root beer and goodies on Mr. Murphy for his favorite teenagers,” Rio announced, stressing the beverage name distinctly and loudly for the sake of the other patrons in the bar and grill. “Go Dragons!”

“Rio, bring me water next time, okay?” Maisie whispered to the bartender. She got the distinct impression that he’d fallen on hard times during his life and would understand.

“Gotcha,” the handsome bartender acknowledged with no further questions.

With that taken care of, she turned back to speak to Beau, who stayed at her side while the crowd swarmed toward Colt to congratulate him on his winning touchdown. It peeved her they didn’t recognize the player who’d launched that skillful pass.

“Shouldn’t they be smacking you on the butt, too?”

“I’m just part of the team. There were a lot of us on the field. Besides, hopefully, this has gotten Colt a scholarship.”

Distracted by that thought, Maisie turned to look at Colt. She’d love for him to land on his feet after high school.

“Have you found a university where the professors can stimulate your brain instead of you challenging theirs?” Beau teased, drawing her attention back to him.

“I think so. They seem very cutting-edge from my interviews. I’m going to absorb all the information they can shove into my brain,” she answered with a laugh.

Maisie loved her high school teachers, but she quickly exceeded their level of knowledge. Her math and science teachers had worked together to establish a link with the college they’d both attended to allow her to sit in on advanced science and applied calculus classes. She still took the same tests as others in her assigned high school classes. Maisie just didn’t waste time studying things she had already mastered.

The only person she taught was Beau. His mind was so sharp. He loved science almost as much as she did, but his skills in debate and as an athlete were the talents that everyone noticed about him. She knew he would bow to his father’s desire that he go to law school and then into politics. It’s what his parents had groomed him to do since birth. Perhaps she could influence the future of the environment and ecology by fueling his love of science and data.


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