Sandra Steffen - A Bride Until Midnight / Something Unexpected - A Bride Until Midnight

Leaving the cake to dry out, and Kyle to cool off, she lifted her chin and went to greet her date.

Every bar Kyle had ever set foot in had basic similarities and a peculiarity or two that made each one unique in its own right. The three he visited in Orchard Hill were no exception. He’d knocked back a shot with his beer in the first, played a few games of pool in the second, and ordered a bar burger to go with a cold draft in the third. It wasn’t the way he wanted to spend his Friday night, not by a long shot.

He’d gone up to his room after Summer left for her date . He had three voice mails from Grant Oberlin, each one more heated than the last, a text message from Riley, two missed calls from his mother and nothing from the source he needed to talk to. He’d tried to read, but Summer’s touches in the room were everywhere, and he’d wound up pacing.

Summer insisted she wouldn’t lie. That was a good trait. But he was still mad. The answer was simple. He didn’t like the thought of Summer having dinner with Jake whoever-the-hell-he-was. He liked what that dinner might lead to even less, because no matter what she insinuated she wouldn’t do with anyone else, Jake whoever-the-hell-he-was was a man. Summer was a beautiful, vibrant woman, and this guy would have to be a fool not to try. Kyle had no claim on her. He had no right to feel like putting his fist in the middle of some stranger’s face, either, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t cracked his knuckles in anticipation.

He’d dropped in on Riley and Madeline. Even in Kyle’s foul mood, he could see that he’d interrupted them in the middle of making up. After that he’d driven around Orchard Hill, getting a feel for the lay of the land. There were several more bars on the strip across the river near the college. Those catered to students, and the last thing Kyle wanted to deal with tonight was a college girl.

A barroom brawl would have been a good diversion. The second bar he’d visited was a seedy dive where fights broke out with little provocation, but Kyle hadn’t stayed. Sometime before he’d turned thirty, he’d learned that the pain of a split lip, a black eye and a broken hand lasted longer than the satisfaction of feeling invincible that preceded it. Though he might make an exception if he encountered Jake Whoever-the-hell-he-was.

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