Here’s a sneak peak of Fail To Love, Chapter One. It’s unedited and may possibly change before publication. I hope you enjoy the beginning of Sean and Chloe’s story. Please feel free to leave a comment or connect with me on Facebook 🙂 Or better yet, join my fan group, Maci’s Minxes!
Chapter One – Intervention
“What is this, a fucking intervention?” I asked, glancing between my two besties, Mia and Ava.
“Yes, that’s exactly what it is,” Ava agreed.
“See, you’re not completely stupid,” Mia laughed, handing me another beer.
Laughter filled my living room, drowning out the television commentary from the lounge room.
“You know I love you girls, right? But you’re more than evil sometimes. It’s time to go, let’s get moving or we’ll miss kick off.”
“Well, that’s the thing,” Ava stated, cringing slightly as I glared her down.
“What’s the thing? I told you I’ll call when I’m ready.” I shook my head at the both of them.
“Chloe, as two people who know you better than anybody, we think it’s time,” Mia chimed in.
“Oh my God, you girls are unbelievable. I’m going, with or without you,” I stated before throwing back three parts of my beer and grabbing my keys.
“Have fun then,” Ava said with a smirk.
“Shall I book an Uber for one?” Mia asked.
I ignored them both and disappeared into my bedroom. Thursday night was traditionally girls’ night, but this week we were changing it up with a night out tonight for the State of Origin. It was the football series of the year for all Australian Rugby League fans, and the perfect night for crowds of men at the bar. A state verse state, best of three series, held every winter. It was a rocking time of the year to be a Queenslander, but those from New South Wales would tell you the same. You just have to love the rivalry . State of Origin nights are always a beer, bourbon and pizza night, one of those special occasions where the margaritas and girly drinks are switched out to drink it up with the boys.
We are due to meet Ava and Mia’s latest toy boys for pregame drinks in twenty minutes at the local pub. They seem to have forgotten that slight detail when they threatened to make me go alone. Escaping to my room for my jacket was all I could do not to burst out laughing at the idiocies.
“Okay you sexy bitches, I’m outta here,” I announce, pulling on my maroon leather biker jacket and tying my Queenslander scarf around my neck. “I’ll tell Ty and Mike you said hi.”
“Not so fast,” they both yelled, diving at the door to halt my escape.
“Nobody is leaving here until you call Sean,” Mia demands.
“AKA Tex,” Ava all but drools over her boots.
“Seriously? It’s been like six months, what’s another day or two?”
It was hard to imagine six months had passed since Sean and I had crossed paths in the little Mexican bar at Brisbane’s South Bank. Not to mention the surreal breakfast date the following day.
“You told him you’d call when you were ready, Chloe.”
“Exactly, when I’m ready.”
“But you are ready. It took some time, but you’re in a really good place now. You have been for weeks. Stop wasting time, dammit,” Ava whined, stamping her foot like a spoiled little bitch to make her point. I couldn’t help but laugh at her performance. Ava never wasted an opportunity to share what was on her mind.
Mia reached into my jacket pocket and plucked out my phone. She searched my contacts for Tex, it was the name I used most often when lusting over—umm, talking about him. She hit call and handed the phone to me.
“Fuck me, what are we, teenagers?” I yelled as I snatched the phone from her meddling little fingers. Picking up my beer, I made my way into the kitchen, knowing the wicked ones wouldn’t be far behind me.
The upside was I didn’t have time to be nervous or worry about what to say before he picked up.
“Hello, Tequila Girl.”
My heart seized for a moment at the sound of his husky voice.
“Tex, you kept my number?” I smiled, knowing he would have.
“Lucky for you, I did.”
“Oh, really? And here I was thinking you were the lucky one.” I flirted effortlessly with him, imagining him standing near me like the first time we met.
“I’ve missed that smile.” Sean flirted back.
Chloe laughed, “And what makes you think I’m smiling?”
Ava and Mia stood in the arched doorway rolling their eyes and clutching their hearts like teenage fucktards. If only Sean could see them.
“Well if you weren’t a minute ago, you are now.”
I turned my back on my friends so I could focus. “I guess you’re right on the money.”
“I’d say I haven’t been this lucky since I met a beautiful, tequila drinking woman about six months ago,” he teased.
“But who’s counting, right?” I chuckled silently into the phone while reaching for another beer.
Sean laughed, “Right. So now that you have finally called, I hope you don’t expect me to wait another six months before I ask you out on a date.” There was no question in his voice.
“Of course not, I’d be nothing short of offended if you waited another minute.”
“Mmm, I do love a woman who knows what she wants. This Saturday at eight, text me your address and I’ll pick you up.”
I smiled as I took another swig of my beer, giving him a few seconds pause before I answered. “You do know I live on the Gold Coast, yes?” He was in Brisbane, almost an hour away.
“Yes, I remember.”
“What if I’m busy on Saturday night?”
I felt my personal cheer squad run at me from behind. “Chloe!” They both whisper yelled in unison as I side stepped their approach.
“Then I guess you have some plans to change, don’t you?”
I just stared at the phone.
“What happened?” Ava asked, a worried look on her face.
“I guess I’ll see him on Saturday at eight?”
“He hung up on you?” Mia asked, baffled.
“Well, he said goodnight first.”
I watched as my friends swooned over my phone call.
It was time to book the Uber and get moving.
Copyright © 2017 Maci Dillon
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