“I’m the cheater. I’m the bitch. And you break up with me.”
He sputtered. “No, you can’t do that.”
She put a hand up, cutting off his arguments. “Tommy Shane can’t be a cheating dog. I can. Nobody’ll give a damn.”
“You don’t know that,” he said. “The press can be nasty.”
“Why would they? They’ll say I’m an idiot for letting you get away and that’ll be the end of it.”
“What if it’s not?”
“Well, then, I’ll…take a vacation. You send me somewhere tropical and I’ll hide out until they forget all about me.”
“You should do that anyway. Find a nice, hunky beach bum to shack up with for a little while,” he said with an eyebrow wag.
“I’ll think about it. So we’re agreed?”
He frowned, clearly not liking the idea, but she wasn’t going to change her mind. Tommy would never get through a scandal unscathed, but she would. Who cared about Madison Reid? She could take whatever heat anybody wanted to dish out because it wouldn’t last for long.
And if it did? Well…there was always the somewhere-tropical-with-a-hunky-beach-bum idea.
Copyright © 2013 by Leslie A. Kelly
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For Sandy, always a puppy in my heart.
“ERIN, C’MON, YOU’LL have fun, and if anyone needs to have some fun, it’s you.”
Erin Riley shook her head at her friend Dana Rogers, who grabbed Erin’s hand and pulled.
“Come join me,” Dana invited. “Let loose.”
Erin let her friend drag her along, and before she knew it, strong arms were boosting them up on top of the bar. Dana was grinning like the wild woman that she was, dancing even before the music started.
They were having a fun night out, and as she looked around the bar, Erin was self-conscious at first. She seriously thought about climbing back down, but everyone was watching and chanting dance, dance, dance.
So she started to dance, and that’s when things got better. A lot better.
Letting go, she raised her arms high and put more hip-swing into it, much to the crowd’s appreciation. Dana hooted in approval and danced with her. Erin had to admit, she enjoyed how the guys were slack-jawed as they watched. She smiled at them and winked as she turned and shimmied to a blaring version of “I’m Alright.” For that one moment, she was all right. Perfect, in fact.
Erin felt sexy, which she hadn’t in a long time.
Noting the heat in the eyes of a few men who watched, she also felt powerful. In control, for the first time in a while.
Dana was right. This was exactly what Erin needed, so she planned to enjoy herself. This was her second chance. She wasn’t going to waste one single minute.
She’d almost died, after all. A former firefighter, she’d been inside a building when an explosion had knocked her down and she’d been trapped by a loose beam. After several brain surgeries and a week in an induced coma, she’d come out of it all with no memory of her life. Most of her adult past had been obliterated, though she could remember her childhood. The doctors said it was uncertain when or how much of her memory would come back.
Tastes and some emotions remained. She could like or dislike something—a place, food, etc. She could experience familiarity, without remembering something exactly. It was the same with people. For instance, the firemen she’d worked with for eight years had been her support system since she got out of the hospital. Still, they were strangers to her—mostly. When she was with them, or with Dana or her sister, she could feel the familiarity even when she couldn’t remember their history together.
She couldn’t, however, recall anything about the accident or being a firefighter. Another member of her crew had died in the same incident, and there was an ongoing investigation since the fire had been arson.
Erin couldn’t remember what happened. And she had tried. She had suffered and punished herself for not being able to remember, and she couldn’t do it anymore. All she knew was what people told her.
She also couldn’t remember who she was, but she finally realized that meant she could be anyone she wanted. Smiling as someone handed her a beer, she and Dana danced right into the next song.
Good thing she’d worn her new jeans and one of those tees that showed a teeny hint of belly. It was all courtesy of a recent shopping trip with Dana, who had helped Erin supplement her otherwise pitiful wardrobe. Apparently it was something Dana had wanted to do for quite some time.
When she’d gotten home from the hospital, Erin thought there must be a guy living at her house. Most of her clothes were for work or bore the insignias of her department. Not a single pair of high heels in the lot—not like the ones she was wearing now.
Even her pajamas were cotton pants and oversize fire department T-shirts.
Those days were over.
Sending a sexy smile to the cute bartender, she planned on making up for lost time. She tilted her head back and chugged her beer as the song ended, enjoying the chants that accompanied her finale.
When she was done, her head spun. Her skin was warm. She laughed, wobbling a bit as she handed her glass back to the bartender.
She and Dana finally made their way down off the bar to riotous applause. Several burly men—most of them firemen or cops—happily offered a helping hand.
Dana was a dispatcher and engaged to a firefighter in the unit
