Page 40 of Second Chances
Megan slipped the phone back into her pocket. “I have to go. Something urgent just came up.” Megan pulled a handful of cash out of her purse and thrust it into Josh’s hand. He pushed it right back into hers.
“Drinks are on me. Let me walk you out.”
Megan waved to the table of men, said goodnight, and brushed off their calls for her to stay for one more drink. She had to get out of that bar before she made a terrible mistake.
Josh helped her into her coat and walked her out onto the street. The snow was falling heavier now, like thick wool blankets dropping from the sky, their hats were covered instantly in a crown of white.
“There is no work emergency, is there?” Josh smiled meekly.
“Josh, we can’t do this. For so many reasons.” She leaned against the bar, her hands shoved deep inside the pockets of her down coat.
“Megan, have you thought about all the reasons that we should do this?” Josh looped his arm around her waist and pulled her hips toward him.
She hadn’t.
She felt an attraction to Josh that was stronger than any she’d had in her life. He was kind, generous, caring, hot as hell. She had only focused on the reason why she couldn’t let herself succumb to her desires, to let herself feel good, to risk being hurt again.
There it was.
The excuses, she was his boss, he was too young, it was too soon. She was just protecting herself from certain heartbreak.
Josh’s arm felt like a solid piece of wood supporting her back, he exuded strength and protection, and she felt herself melting, even in the cold of the night. She lifted her face to his and when her eyes met his, she saw kindness and desire. Her breath intermingled with his, their steamy desire dancing between their lips. She closed her eyes and lifted her face to his, her whole body shaking with the anticipating of feeling his lips against hers—
“Oh, shit. Sorry,” Freddie’s voice rang out as he tried to back himself back into the bar. “Sorry you two, I. Shit. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
Josh and Megan jumped apart from each other.
“You didn’t interrupt anything,” Josh said sternly and leaned against the building beside Megan. “I was just making sure Miss Brittle got home okay.”
As if on cue, the headlights of Charlotte’s SUV turned onto the main street and the snow crunched under the tires as she pulled up in front of the bar.
“Good night, guys,” Megan practically sprinted to open the door of the car.
“Bye,” Josh said. “See you tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow,” Megan said and shut the door as quickly as she could. “Drive.” She ordered Charlotte.
As the SUV pulled away, Josh turned to walk back into the bar. Freddie stared at the car as it drove away and then said to Josh, “I think that was Billie Jo Bunkman.”
