~ EXCERPT BELOW ~
With the holiday bachelor auction coming up, Hope sets her heart on winning a date with Chance. One night threatens Chance’s vow to remain single, but by the time he finally admits they belong together, it might prove too late. Turns out Hope didn’t run far enough and her past may be the end of them both.
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Chance had decided to wear only his turnout pants and boots. Even his suspenders hung at his side, giving every lady in the small gym a view that would put a smile on their face until their dying day.
Hot wasn’t even a word to describe him, and when he turned to offer a glimpse of his backside––a back that was sculpted to perfection––Bea Turner, who sat to her right, gasped.
“Lord have mercy.” The woman fanned herself with the paper auction number. “Honey, now that man would make a fine friend with benefits. I think the bidding is about to go nuclear.”
Hope chewed her lip. Bea knew how much this night meant to Hope. It had been difficult to hide the growing crush she had on Chance O’Connell from the older woman. Bea would often wait tables because she loved being around the customers, and when Chance came in, Bea would wink and make sure Hope waited on him.
“I’ve been saving.” She had, but she’d also cashed in some stock a year ago that had threatened to dive. It had been a good thing too because the company had suddenly folded. Her brother, who handled her finances, said the CEO skimmed off profits. Whatever, she wasn’t into watching the stock market and was thankful her brother Eric took care of her money. Right now, the town of Kirkwood was in dire need of cash that these fundraisers brought in. If she could kill two birds by winning a date with Chance, as well as help her neighbors, she was all over it. Maybe spending time with Chance without all the other distractions would finally make him notice she was a living, breathing woman. Either way, the town would get her money because if she did lose, she still planned to donate the funds.
The bidding started at one hundred. Hope held up her number and shouted. “Two hundred!”
“Oh, you go get him,” Bea said, a glint of mischief in her eye.
Another female yelled out. “Four hundred!”
Oh hell no!