One Night Charmer. Maisey Yates

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       CHAPTER ONE

      THERE WERE TWO PEOPLE in Copper Ridge, Oregon, who—between them—knew nearly every secret of every person in town. The first was Pastor John Thompson, who heard confessions of sin and listened to people pour out their hearts when they were going through trials and tribulations.

      The second was Ace Thompson, owner of the most popular bar in town, son of the pastor, and probably the least likely to attend church on Sunday or any other day.

      There was no question that his father knew a lot of secrets, though Ace was pretty certain he got the more honest version. His father spent time standing behind the pulpit; Ace stood behind a bar. And there he heard the deepest and darkest circumstances happening in the lives of other townspeople while never revealing any of his own. He supposed, pastor or bartender, that was kind of the perk.

      They poured it all out for you, and you got to keep your secrets bottled up inside.

      That was how Ace liked it. Every night of the week, he had the best seat in the house for whatever show Copper Ridge wanted to put on. And he didn’t even have to pay for it.

      And with his newest acquisition, the show was about to get a whole lot better.

      “Really?” Jack Monaghan sat down at the bar, beer in hand, his arm around his new fiancée, Kate Garrett. “A mechanical bull?”

      “Damn straight, Monaghan. This is a classy-ass establishment, after all.”

      “Seriously,” Connor Garrett said, taking the seat next to Jack, followed by his wife Liss. “Where did you get that thing?”

      “I traded for it. Guy down in Tolowa owed me some money and he didn’t have it. So he said I could come by and look at his stash of trash. Lo and behold, I discovered Ferdinand over there.”

      “Congratulations,” Kate said. “I didn’t think anything could make this place more of a dive. I was wrong.”

      “You’re a peach, Kate,” Ace told her.

      The woman smiled broadly and wrapped her arm around Jack, leaning in and resting her cheek on his shoulder.

      “Can we get a round?” Connor asked.

      “Yes, please,” Liss said. “I have a one drink limit and we have a full two hours before I have to get back home.”

      “Eli and Sadie are on baby duty,” Connor added.

      Ace continued to listen to their conversation as he served up their usual brew, enjoying the happy tenor of the banter since the downers would probably be around later to dish out woe while he served up harder liquor.

      The Garretts were good people. Always had been. Both before he had left Copper Ridge, and since he’d come back.

      His focus was momentarily pulled away when the pretty blonde who’d been hanging out in the dining area all evening drinking with friends approached the aforementioned Ferdinand.

      He hadn’t had too many people ride the bull yet, and he had to admit, he was finding it a pretty damn enjoyable novelty.

      The woman tossed her head, her tan cowboy hat staying in place while her curls went wild around her shoulders. She wrapped her hands around the harness on top of the mechanical creature and hoisted herself up. Her movements were unsteady, and he had a feeling, based on the amount of time the group had been here, and how many times the men in the group had come and gone from the bar, she was more than a little tipsy.

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