Falling for the Backup – Nashville Assassins Read Online Toni Aleo

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Novella, Romance, Sports Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
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Spilled coffee and Mr. Sex. Yum.

He gave her a perplexed look. “How is having coffee spilled all over you a great story?” Mr. Sex asked.

Aynslee smiled as she said, “Well, you see, it only adds to my horrible day—”

“Terrific. I’m glad I could contribute to that,” he interrupted, with a shake of his head that caused her to laugh.

“You should be—it really is a great horrible day. First, I have been in Buffalo for the past week for my eighteen-year-old niece’s wedding and was reminded every day that I am single.

Then this morning, the day of the wedding, my landlord calls to tell me a water main broke in my house, flooding the basement. Fantastic, right? But it gets better,” she said, his horrified expression making her laugh again. “My klepto aunt Fern ‘grabbed’ my suitcase instead of hers, and now I have lost a week’s worth of clothes and shoes until my mother can get my bag back and send it to me. My feet are aching because my niece thought that her thirty-one-year-old aunt should wear stripper shoes, and now I’m soaked with coffee. I’m telling you, this is one of those days for the books.”

“I’m not sure what to say. I feel horrible for being the cherry on top of your horrible-day cupcake.”

She flashed him a grin as she jokingly said, “I think the least you could do is tell me your name so I can bad-mouth you later to my friends.”

She could tell he wasn’t sure if she was joking or not, but soon he was smiling back at

her.

* * *

Holding out his hand, he said, “Jordan Ryan.”

She looked down at his hand and then took it, enjoying the way his large fingers swallowed hers. With heat and tingles running up her arm and other places, she said, “I’m Aynslee Shaw.”

Chapter Two

“I like your name; it’s very unique,” Jordan said after the plane took off.

Aynslee was holding her dress up from her lap as she held his gaze. He felt horrible for spilling her coffee, but in a way he was glad it happened. If it hadn’t, he probably would have slept the whole way home. Instead, he was now engaged in conversation with the beautiful redhead beside him.

“Thank you,” she said, still smiling. “My mom spelled it all crazy weird. You see, a normal person would spell it A-i-n-s-l-y, or even A-i-n-s-l-i-e, but not my mother—she spelled it A-y-n-s-l-e-e. And let me just say, being a four-year-old and learning to spell my name wasn’t easy. Especially when my middle name was Kathleen. It was horrible.”

Jordan liked her name. A lot. He liked her even more. “So Aynslee Kathleen Shaw?”

She nodded, her grin growing. “Yup, very long and very Irish.”

It was a stupid question, but he asked it anyway. “So you’re Irish?”

“I am, a hundred percent, and before you ask, no, I’ve never been to Ireland. I want to, but I haven’t had the time yet. And, yes, I do love Lucky Charms.”

He looked down at her hands as he chuckled. Besides the fact that she made him laugh, she also made him want to ask her if he could take her to Ireland. Jordan had no clue where the thought came from. He loved Ireland, had been a couple of times, and, for reasons unknown, he thought going with her would be better than all the other times. He didn’t understand it. Why was he so completely taken with her? Yes, she was gorgeous, but simply looking at her had him shifting in his seat, hoping his hard-on was hidden.

“That’s a shame,” he managed to say. “Not about the Lucky Charms, because honestly it’s the best cereal imaginable.”

“Right?!” she laughed.

He shot her a grin but didn’t hold her gaze for long. He wasn’t sure if he was embarrassed or what, but she made him nervous while also making him feel good. How strange was that? What surprised him most was that he liked the way she made him feel.

“But, really, Ireland is a beautiful place.”

Her face lit up at that, and he swore he couldn’t see straight because blood was rushing to his head.

“You’ve been!” she said loudly, smacking his arm. He flinched playfully as he nodded.

“I have, three times.”

“Wow!” she gushed, as she sat up straight in her seat. “I’m so jealous. I’ve always wanted to go, but my dad hasn’t had the time to take us. After my grandpa died, Dad took over the pub, so we couldn’t travel—no one runs the pub but family. And now that I’m older, I haven’t had the time to plan a trip. I want to go so bad.”

Jordan was intrigued. Turning in his seat, he asked, “Pub?”

“Yup,” she said with a nod. “Been in my family for decades. It was passed down to my dad, and soon it will be passed down to either Brady or Flynn, my brothers. It’s a cool place, the best pub in Buffalo.”



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