A Christmas Affair. Adrianne Byrd

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      “Well … “ Corona hesitated with a nervous look over at Rowan.

      “You got to be kidding me.” K.D.’s traveling brows had now blended into her curly hair.

      Corona opened her mouth, only to be cut off once again by her overeager fiancé, who undoubtedly wanted to put a nicer spin on the story.

      “Actually, it was probably not one of my best nights when we met,” Rowan laughed and then tossed a wink toward the camera.

      “Oh?” The reporter edged closer, sensing a juicy story was coming her way.

      “Yeah, I guess you can say that I was being a bit of a bad boy at a bar,” Rowan answered sheepishly. “As everyone out there in TV land knows, I went through quite an ugly breakup last year.”

      K.D. nodded her head sympathetically, just like Corona imagined everyone else at home was doing right now. The entertainment world had been riveted for the past two years over Rowan’s love affair with Hollywood’s hottest sex kitten, Danica Foxx. Glossy tabloid magazines had made a fortune planting their faces on every cover in the western hemisphere. But, predictably, with all the media scrutiny, a couple that hot was bound to implode.

      And they did. Quite spectacularly. Danica cheated on him. All that was missing was a set of golf clubs and a small library of lurid text messages to complete Rowan’s humiliation. But it was Danica’s announcement two days later that she was engaged to the movie star whom she did the cheating with that crushed Rowan.

      “Anyway, I was sort of drowning my sorrows at the bottom of a Jack Daniel’s bottle, tossing back one shot after another when I looked up and there she was.”

      Rowan turned and smiled at Corona. “An angel. A vision in white.”

      Corona rolled her eyes at the way he was spinning their story.

      “Sounds like you made quite an impression,” K.D. said.

      “Yea, me.” Corona twirled her finger in the air with a breezy laugh before thinking better of it. Realizing that she needed to clean up her act a bit, she tried to explain. “You don’t understand. By the time me and my assistant, Margo, had made our way to the bar, Rowan and his new buddy Jack Daniels weren’t getting along so well.”

      Rowan tossed the camera another wink.

      “Our first meeting happened because I felt sorry for him for not being able to sit on a barstool,” Corona continued, finally starting to laugh at the memory. “Margo and I had a fun-filled evening lugging Mr. Blockbuster here back to his hotel. The whole time he kept telling me how perfect I was for a part in his next film. It was so cliché. Trust me.”

      “Cliché or not, clearly whatever you did worked,” the reporter concluded.

      “Not really,” Rowan laughed. “They dumped me on my bed—”

      “More like he passed out,” Corona corrected.

      “And when I woke the next morning, I was convinced I’d only dreamt her up.” He laughed and leaned over to give her another kiss. “Imagine my surprise when I saw her on the movie set later that evening talking to another star on the film. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was convinced that it had to be fate.”

      “And I thought that I must have made someone mad in a past life,” Corona joked.

      K.D. continued to look astonished. “You’re kidding me?”

      “See why I’m marrying her? Anyone else in this town would’ve called the tabloids and made a quick buck.”

      Sharp as a tack, K.D. cut in, “But it still proved to be beneficial to her. After all, she did sign you to the Banks Artists Agency, did she not?”

      “Only after I tracked her down and begged her to represent me,” he said slyly.

      “Really?”

      “Well, what else could I do? She refused to go out with me.”

      The reporter turned her incredulous eyes back toward Corona. “You’re kidding. You actually told the number one box office star in the world that you wouldn’t go out with him?”

      Corona’s apple cheeks darkened with embarrassment. “No. I told the drunken guy that threw up in my shoes that I didn’t want to go out with him. I can forgive a lot of things, but ruining a pair of my favorite Jimmy Choos took divine intervention to forgive.”

      Rowan smiled. “But the more she resisted, the more I just had to have her.”

      “Ahh. So you’re a man who loves a challenge,” K.D. said.

      “You can definitely say that,” he said, pressing another kiss to the back of Corona’s hand and then leaning over and stealing a slow kiss for all of America to see. When he finally pulled back, he declared, “I’m the happiest man in the world right now.”

       Chapter 3

      Over eight hundred miles south, in Thomason, Georgia, Lyfe Alton cocked his head up at the thirteen-inch television in Parker’s Service Station and tried to keep his drive-thru dinner down while he watched Corona Mae and superstar Rowan James smile and laugh in front of the cameras. Behind him, the small gas station’s door opened and jingled its bell.

      “What in the hell is taking you so long in here?” Hennessey thundered, strutting up behind his younger brother and then smacking his heavy hand against his back. When Lyfe didn’t respond, he turned his head up at the television set to see what had caught his brother’s attention. “Hey! Ain’t that—”

      “Yes,” Lyfe droned and then folded his arms.

      Hennessey twisted up his face. “And ain’t that—”

      “Yes,” Lyfe clipped out again, hoping his brother would catch a hint and shut the hell up. Of course he didn’t.

      “Well, what in the hell are they talking about?” Hennessey asked and then glanced around until he saw the station’s owner behind the counter. “Yo, Parker. Can you turn this up?”

      Lyfe closed his eyes and then drew in a long, steady breath. “C’mon. Let’s just go ahead and go.” He turned, but Hennessey’s gigantic hand locked on his shoulder and held him in place.

      “Wait. Wait. Hold up.”

      Behind the counter, old man Parker found his remote control and turned up the television set …

       “Wow. I really am impressed,” the reporter with the wild hair said. She paused for a beat to allow the cameraman to zoom in on the engaged couple glancing lovingly at each other. “So let’s get to the nitty-gritty. When is the big day?”

       “Christmas Day,” Rowan said, beaming. “Believe it or not, I’ve always dreamed of getting married on that day.”

      “So did I,” Lyfe argued back at the screen. When he realized what he’d said aloud, he turned to his older СКАЧАТЬ