Hot SEAL, Confirmed Bachelor- Cynthia D'Alba Page 0,9
easy or fun. There had been no nights out drinking with the girls or crazy dates and one-night-stands. There had been tears and fears, lots of both. But she’d grown into her life and she was comfortable. Tonight was for her future sister-in-law, not Holly letting her freak flag fly.
“Whew,” Holly sat sliding into a high seat. “Lucky us.”
“No kidding,” Bethany said. “You must be our lucky charm.” She looked around and pointed toward the bar. “There he is.”
“Who?” Diana asked, taking the last seat.
“Tuck. The reality star who married that crazy chick to win one-hundred-thousand-dollars on Cold Feet.” Bethany grinned. “I’d tap him for one-hundred K.”
“Hey,” Holly protested. “You’re engaged to my brother.”
“And I love him, but take a look at that prime slab of meat.”
Diana laughed. “Prime slab of meat? Obviously, I’m watching the wrong television shows. If he isn’t part of Lego Land, the Movie, then I have no idea.”
Holly’s seat gave her a direct view of the man Bethany was talking about.
“I hate to admit to watching Cold Feet,” Holly said. “What a train wreck. I think there’s something about how screwed up all those people were that made us normal folks feel better about ourselves. But yeah, that’s Tuck. I read, somewhere, that he’s engaged to the woman who owns this bar.”
“Wait,” Diana said. “I thought you said he got married for money.”
“He dumped that crazy chick,” Bethany said.
“Lucky him,” Holly agreed. “She was a piece of crazy that no one needs in their life.”
“What can I get you ladies?” the server asked as she set cardboard coasters on the table.
“I’ve got this,” Bethany said. “Bring us one, no wait, two pitchers of margaritas-on -the-rocks, and two tequila shots each.”
“Are you kidding me?” Holly asked. “Shots?”
Bethany waved her off. “Make that Herradura Silver for those shots.”
“You got it,” the woman said. “My name’s Liz. Be back.”
The woman walked toward the bar to place the order.
“First, shots?” Holly asked. “And second, dropping tequila names?”
Bethany laughed. “Trust me. This is sipping tequila. You’ll love it. Besides, it’s our first night out as family sisters. We are cel-e-brat-ting.”
“Remember, I’m driving,” Holly said.
“No problem. We’ll get you home if you can’t drive.”
Liz returned. “Okay, ladies. Here we go. Two pitchers of margaritas-on-the-rocks and six shots of Herradura Silver.” She set empty margarita glasses on the table. “What else can I get for you?”
“I think we’re good,” Bethany said. She picked up the pitcher and filled each glass. Then she lifted hers in a toast. “To having the sisters I’ve always wanted in my life.”
“Awww,” Holly said and fake sniffed. She clinked her glass to Bethany’s.
“You say that now,” Diana joked. “Just wait until we drop the boys at your house for the weekend. Then, let’s hear what you have to say about family.”
The three women toasted with laughter and drank.
That was only the first toast. For the next hour, every freshy poured drink started a new round of toasts. As Bethany had warned, Holly found that the tequila shots slid down her throat like melted butter. Smooth and tasty.
The first round of pitchers and shots lasted almost an hour. Diana offered to buy the next round. After a serious discussion, the ladies decided that changing drinks would be a mistake, so they placed an order for two more pitchers of fresh margaritas. However, Holly suggested—and both women agreed—that there should be nine shots of tequila this time….three for each of them.
They had just toasted to the moon landing in the sixties when Bethany whistled. “Wow. Remember how I said I’d do Tuck-the-bartender for one-hundred K? Well, check out what just walked in the door. I think I’m going to melt off my seat.”
Diana followed Bethany’s gaze and moaned. “Oh, yeah. He is something. I’m thinking Navy. Maybe SEAL. Patrick would kick my ass for saying this, but Patrick who? That guy is totally yummy.”
Facing the bar put Holly’s back toward the door. She laughed at her tablemates. “Seriously? No guy looks that good.” She turned in her seat and almost dropped her drink in her lap. She whipped back around. “Shit, shit, shit.”
“What’s wrong?” Bethany asked. She studied the guy closer. “Hey, Diana. Does that guy look about six-three?”
“I’d say so.”
“Silver hair. Body to die for?”
“Yep,” Diana said. “Can’t see his eye color, but I’m guessing blue. What about you, Holly?”
“Don’t call him over here,” Holly said.
“Ben!” Bethany yelled. “Ben. Over here.” She giggled. “He’s coming this way. You were right, Holly. He’s totally luscious.”
Holly sprang from her chair