Dana Marton - Broslin Creek 05 - Broslin Bride Read Online Free

bar, the clientele several steps above the dive bars along Route 1. The owners’ son, Harper Finnegan, was a local cop who helped out when he wasn’t working at the station. His presence kept the shady element away.  
    Music filled the cavernous room, a local band covering everything from old Beach Boys hits to mournful Irish ballads. The bar was a safe place for a single woman on a Friday night, or any other night of the week.
    Luanne scanned the hundred or so people around the tables and on the dance floor. No sign of Brett. She’d seen dozens of pictures of him on his Facebook page. She didn’t think she’d have any trouble recognizing him.
    Tayron, tall, kind-eyed, spotted her as soon as she walked up to the bar.
    “Hey, girl.” He flashed a wide smile. “What are you drinking tonight? My treat.”
    She thought about a beer, then decided to go wild. “Something colorful and fancy.” She raised her chin. “Something with an umbrella.”
    She could have one drink, spend a couple of hours here with Brett, then be perfectly fine to drive home later. “How’s school?”
    Tayron studied engineering at West Chester University by day, bartended in the evenings. He also fit a second job into his schedule, at the local lumberyard—which gave him the muscles that got him the big tips, which helped to pay tuition, everything coming together in a circle of life, according to him.
    “Finals are a bitch.” But he grinned, always upbeat.
    In less than a minute, he had a cocktail glass in front of her, an orange-red drink with an umbrella and a plastic thingy that looked like a burst of fireworks. “Meet Finnegan’s very own Irish Comet.”  
    She sipped and moaned from the sweet, tangy flavor. She cast him a look that she hoped conveyed her full gratitude. Sipped again. “Makes me feel like I’m on a cruise ship.” The fanciest place she could imagine that would serve drinks like this.
    Tayron grinned at her. “So who’s the guy?”
    She sipped again. “Who says I’m here on a date?”
    “Your sexy shirt.”
    Too sexy? Okay, no. She was not going to start obsessing over that now.  
    “Someone I met on Facebook a while back.” While the twins were at story hour at the library Tuesday nights, she usually hung out online. “He’s single. Dog lover.”
    Which was pretty important to her. She and the girls sometimes volunteered at the local shelter. They used to have Macy, the best dog that ever lived, had lost her last year, and were waiting until money wasn’t so tight to get a new puppy.
    Tayron leaned forward so he wouldn’t have to shout over the music. “From around here?”
    “Philly. He has three goldendoodles. He’s a dog walker.” Apparently, you could make a living from something like that if you lived in a big city. Seemed like a dream job to Luanne. Like being a resort-spa secret shopper. “He has two sisters. Loves kids.”
    Brett had told her he was usually the default babysitter for his two nieces, ages two and three. “He gets me.” She smiled. “Not the type to look down on a small-town motel maid who is raising two little girls.” One of his sisters was a single-mom waitress.
    “Sounds like a good guy.” Tayron moved off to serve another customer.
    Luanne stirred her drink and allowed herself a dreamy smile. Brett was great. Easy to talk to, at least online. She glanced at her watch. He was also five minutes late. Not a big deal, considering he was driving out from the city. Friday night traffic could be crazy.
    She stayed at the bar, facing the door, and slowly sipped her drink as she kept an eye out for a tall blond guy with a dimple in his chin. She was looking forward to a great night. Not that she could stay out too late. Big day tomorrow. She had a lot planned for the twins’ birthday.
    They were going to go to the playground in the morning. Then home to a party with friends, super simple, just games and sandwiches. Then the park had a free children’s play that