Rebound With My Dad's Best Friend (BBW Contemporary Provocative Romance) by Ava May Read Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Ava May
have to bear with him leaving her. She knew that she would never have him in any way other than a friend, but she would be damned if she was going to let him out of her sight. Right away, he began to invent things. Things that changed the world—and seemingly overnight, he went from a bad boy with a motorcycle, to a millionaire with anything he ever wanted, with a different beautiful woman on his arm every night.
Through it all, Sara endured, and they stayed the best of friends. Sometimes, like now, she thinks back to the night that they met and wonders if life would have been simpler if they would have never met, if Pam wouldn’t have ditched her and left her with no way home. She is sure that life would have been simpler, but it wouldn’t have been as fun. Even with the years of torment, heartache, and wondering why he wouldn’t ask her out, she still wouldn’t have changed a thing.
Chapter 3
Sara can feel the drinks starting to hit her as she takes another sip of her Purple Thunder. Across from her, Dan is head-banging to the song blasting from the speakers. On a sudden whim, he grabs up the remote for the stereo and switches it off. The sudden quiet is almost as loud in her ears as the music had been.
“You know what I was just thinking about?” he asks her.
“I didn’t know you were capable of doing something so complicated.” She grins.
“Oh, very funny. No, I’m serious.”
“What were you thinking about?”
“I was thinking about the first night we met at that party. That was years ago, but I can still close my eyes and see you sitting in that chair in the corner all by yourself. What was the guy’s name that had the party? Chuck? Harold?”
“You’re very close. It was Vince.” She chuckles. “I remember that night quite well myself. You were the ugliest man there. Imagine the horror I felt when a shadow fell over me and I looked up to see your mug standing over me.”
“Sure. Sure, but as I recall if I wouldn’t have came over to talk to you that night, you wouldn’t of had a ride home.”
“True, but you were still ugly.”
“That’s it.” Dan jumps up and leaps over the small glass table between them. He throws his fists in the air and starts to move them about like an old Irish boxer while he shuffles his feet quickly back and forth. “Let’s do this.”
Sara aims a punch at him that misses on purpose. “Go sit down before you get hurt, Irishman.”
Using his best Irish accent he places his hands on his hips and speaks. “What do ya mean b’fore I get meself hurt? I’ll tear ya in half in the blink of an eye. Now what do ya say to a wee bit of food to take the sting from the devil’s nectar?”
“That sounds wonderful.”
“Good. Because I don’t know about you, but those drinks are starting to go to my head and I really don’t enjoy passing out this early in the evening.”
“Me neither,” agrees Sara as she stands from the couch. “I always try to make it a point not to pass out from drinking until the sun has set.”
“Good rule.”
They make their way to the kitchen, and even though Sara has been in it a thousand times, she once again can’t believe the space. Dan’s kitchen alone is nearly as big as the whole apartment that she lives in downtown. He has offered for her to move in here and take one of the floors that he doesn’t use for research and development, but she has refused every time. She has her feelings for him under control now, and she doesn’t want to
Through it all, Sara endured, and they stayed the best of friends. Sometimes, like now, she thinks back to the night that they met and wonders if life would have been simpler if they would have never met, if Pam wouldn’t have ditched her and left her with no way home. She is sure that life would have been simpler, but it wouldn’t have been as fun. Even with the years of torment, heartache, and wondering why he wouldn’t ask her out, she still wouldn’t have changed a thing.
Chapter 3
Sara can feel the drinks starting to hit her as she takes another sip of her Purple Thunder. Across from her, Dan is head-banging to the song blasting from the speakers. On a sudden whim, he grabs up the remote for the stereo and switches it off. The sudden quiet is almost as loud in her ears as the music had been.
“You know what I was just thinking about?” he asks her.
“I didn’t know you were capable of doing something so complicated.” She grins.
“Oh, very funny. No, I’m serious.”
“What were you thinking about?”
“I was thinking about the first night we met at that party. That was years ago, but I can still close my eyes and see you sitting in that chair in the corner all by yourself. What was the guy’s name that had the party? Chuck? Harold?”
“You’re very close. It was Vince.” She chuckles. “I remember that night quite well myself. You were the ugliest man there. Imagine the horror I felt when a shadow fell over me and I looked up to see your mug standing over me.”
“Sure. Sure, but as I recall if I wouldn’t have came over to talk to you that night, you wouldn’t of had a ride home.”
“True, but you were still ugly.”
“That’s it.” Dan jumps up and leaps over the small glass table between them. He throws his fists in the air and starts to move them about like an old Irish boxer while he shuffles his feet quickly back and forth. “Let’s do this.”
Sara aims a punch at him that misses on purpose. “Go sit down before you get hurt, Irishman.”
Using his best Irish accent he places his hands on his hips and speaks. “What do ya mean b’fore I get meself hurt? I’ll tear ya in half in the blink of an eye. Now what do ya say to a wee bit of food to take the sting from the devil’s nectar?”
“That sounds wonderful.”
“Good. Because I don’t know about you, but those drinks are starting to go to my head and I really don’t enjoy passing out this early in the evening.”
“Me neither,” agrees Sara as she stands from the couch. “I always try to make it a point not to pass out from drinking until the sun has set.”
“Good rule.”
They make their way to the kitchen, and even though Sara has been in it a thousand times, she once again can’t believe the space. Dan’s kitchen alone is nearly as big as the whole apartment that she lives in downtown. He has offered for her to move in here and take one of the floors that he doesn’t use for research and development, but she has refused every time. She has her feelings for him under control now, and she doesn’t want to