Double Trouble Anthology: Tanna’s Twin
by Heather Sharpe
Blurb:Starting over in a new town with a new career as a bartender may not be all Tanna hoped it would be. Then, after one amazing night with the man of her dreams, Tanna learns that he has an identical brother. Will she ever determine which is Tanna's Twin?
Beer sloshed over the edge of the glass onto the sopping strap of Tanna’s watch for the four hundredth time. The timepiece was supposed to be water resistant, but if it still worked after tonight, she’d be surprised. Lordie, she missed the slower pace of the 1808 Grille she’d left when she moved. At the same time, she thanked God every day to have found this job so quickly.
Music blared so loud she had to guess what the man across the bar had ordered. Quickly she popped the top off another bottle and slid it across to him. As she turned to take the next customer’s order, she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, smearing sticky beer all over her face. Damn it!
“Rum and Coke.” All evening she’d had to strain to hear the customers, yet the smooth, rolling tones from this man seemed to float across the space and land effortlessly in her ear. It was so unexpected she paused and took a breath to calm the frantic pounding of her heart. For the first time all night, she took time to look at more than someone’s lips to decipher their order.
“Hi.” Well, that was genius. She wasn’t going to win any awards for being the most eloquent tonight, was she? She raised her gaze from his extraordinary mouth to his eyes, and was struck by the tension pinching his brows. Although she didn’t know why his furrowed brows would catch her attention when the bar was crowded with customers.
“Hey.” He lifted his chin slightly, acknowledging her. Tanna glanced to make sure Rachel wasn’t looking—though how she expected the other bartender to have heard what her customer ordered, she had no idea—then added an extra shot of rum into the bottom of the glass. When the man reached to take it from her, he was very careful not to touch her fingers. It was the first time all night she hadn’t ended up with cocktail coating her own hands and wrists.
“I’m Tanna.” She had to shout over the music in order to be heard.
“Thanks, Tanna.” He smiled, but she could tell his heart wasn’t in it. She waited patiently for him to tell her his name, but instead he stared into the bottom of his glass, effectively brushing her off.
About the Author:
Heather M. Sharpe lives on six acres with her husband, toddler, and way too many dogs and cats. A former elementary teacher, she now writes between nap times and chasing her very energetic little boy.
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