More Than Once

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Authors: Elizabeth Briggs

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MORE THAN ONCE
A Chasing The Dream Novel
Elizabeth Briggs

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For Gary, my geeky bad boy.

Copyright © 2015 by Elizabeth Briggs

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Cover Designed by Najla Qamber Designs
Model Photo by Lindee Robinson Photography
Models: Chris Maher & Mikeala Galli

ISBN (ebook) 978-0-9915696-4-9
ISBN (paperback) 1519146248
ISBN-13 (paperback) 978-1519146243

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Table of Contents
CHAPTER ONE
BECCA

I
’d discovered hell on Earth, and it was working in a department store on Christmas Eve.

I wasn’t sure I could take even one more minute of it without losing my damn mind. Customers rushing around. Babies crying and children screaming. Clothes strewn about in every place but the racks they belonged on. Cash registers slamming open and closed. Not to mention the music. Good lord, the music. If I heard that sugary sweet, pop rendition of “Baby It’s Cold Outside” one more time, I was seriously going to murder someone.

The second it slowed down and my line emptied out, I made my escape. I ditched my register, grabbed my leather jacket from the employee lounge, and rushed to the store’s exit. But on my way out, my manager’s voice stopped me in my tracks.

“Becca! What do you think you’re doing, missy?” Marcie asked me, hands on her wide hips. She was probably in her mid-fifties and, as far as I could tell, had been working retail her entire life, which probably explained why she was always so damn cranky.

“It’s time for my break.” Way past time, actually. But I was trying to be a good employee and all that, so I’d kept working even though my head had begun pounding something fierce about an hour ago.

She gestured back at the chaos. “Look at the lines. You can’t leave right now!”

I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to ease the pain. “Give me ten minutes at least. This is the slowest it’s been in hours. Otherwise I’m wringing the neck of the next person who asks me a stupid question, and I sure as shit won’t be any help to you in jail.”

Her lips pursed and her eyes narrowed. “Fine, take ten, but then get your butt back at your register. We still have two more hours before we close and we need everyone available.”

I turned to the door but paused when she said, “Oh and, Becca? Cut the attitude. Don’t think I can’t hire another washed-up college dropout to fill your spot in a second. Y’all are a dime a dozen these days.”

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
Don’t,
I told myself.
You need this job, just for a little longer.

It took all my energy to hold back a sharp response, but I managed to get through the sliding glass doors without a word. Little white puffs danced through the gloomy afternoon sky and onto the cars in the parking lot
, which I wasn't prepared for—it didn’t often snow this early in Dallas. I shivered and reached instinctively for a cigarette in my jacket pocket, but found only empty gum wrappers. I’d quit a few months ago, but working retail during the holidays was enough to drive anyone to reach for a fix.

I made my way across the lot to my beat-up old Buick, a hand-me-down from my grandmother, and climbed inside. The heater chugged on with a groan, and once it warmed up enough, I pulled out my phone. Brett had texted me earlier and said to call him when I got a chance.

“Hey,” I said when he answered. “What’s up?”

“Hey, doll,” he said, his Texan accent strong. “Listen, about tonight…”

I tensed up, my head pounding again. “Oh, no, don’t you dare bail on me.”

Silence on the other end. That son of a bitch. He was supposed to come to my sister’s house to meet my family for our Christmas Eve dinner. I was counting on him to impress them with his good looks, great job, and wealthy family. He had all the perfect credentials for the “nice guy” they kept telling me I needed to settle down with.

We’d met a few weeks ago in the store—I’d rung up a gift for his sister, and he’d asked me out with that sexy drawl of his. His father was one of those millionaire oil tycoons, and Brett worked for his company doing finances or something. He was blond, blue-eyed, and he’d even sported a cowboy hat when I’d first seen him. He wasn’t my usual type of guy, but I figured that was probably a good thing since I was trying to change and all. Too bad he was boring as hell, and kissing him practically put me to sleep. But whatever. On paper, he was the perfect boyfriend, which was exactly what I needed right now.

“Doll, I don’t think this is going to work out between us,” he said. “You and I… We don’t exactly run in the same crowds.”

My hands tightened around the steering wheel. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Let’s be honest. We had a fun couple of weeks, but now it’s time to move on. You’re not really long-term material. My family expects me to date someone a little more…”

“A little more
what
?”

“A little more…sophisticated.”

I was speechless for a second, and then I exploded. “
I’m
the one who’s not sophisticated?
You’re
the one breaking up with me on Christmas Eve! You are a bona fide, prime grade asshole, Brett McKinley!”

I hung up before he could answer and slammed my hands against the steering wheel. Dammit! Now what was I going to do?

In the past six months, I’d done everything I could to get my life straightened out. I’d sold my motorcycle and moved back to Dallas to live with my sister and her family. I’d washed all the dye out of my hair, letting it return to a natural blonde, and removed all my piercings. I’d gotten a job and started helping out with the bills as much as I could. I’d even stored my bass guitars out in the garage, where they were collecting dust.

Now I had to convince my parents that I was no longer a complete screw-up—because if I didn’t, they wouldn’t give me the money I needed to go back to college next year. Introducing Brett, my perfect boyfriend, to the rest of my family had been the final part of the equation.

But now he was out of the picture, and I was doomed.

As if on cue, my phone rang. My mother.

“Hey, Mom,” I said, trying to sound cheerful.

“Rebecca, dear, just wanted to check if you were still bringing the wine tonight?”

“I am.” The one thing I could be counted on for: stocking up on alcohol.

“Oh, good. Your father and I are so excited to meet this mystery boyfriend of yours. He sounds so amazing. We can’t wait!”

“Um…”

Before I could break the bad news to her, she continued on, as bubbly as ever. “We’re just so happy for you, dear. You’ve really proven to us that you’re becoming a smart, mature young woman. I’m proud of you, and I know your father is, too.”

My eyes watered and my chest tightened up. My parents were
never
proud of me. I’d been a disappointment to them my entire life, and for the first time ever, things were getting better between us. I definitely couldn’t tell my mom that my so-called perfect boyfriend had just broken up with me—not now. “Thanks, Mom.”

“I’ll see you in a few hours. Bye, dear!”

The call ended and I slammed my head back against the headrest, but that only made my headache worse. I’d have to figure out a way to break the news about Brett tonight, but I’d worry about that later. I had two more hours of hell to get through first.

My ten minutes were up, but I wasn’t ready to face the shopping frenzy already. I switched on the radio, but that was a mistake. They were playing that new Villain Complex song yet again. I could swear the stations played it every five minutes, as if to taunt me. Like I needed another reminder that I was a total loser who fucked up everything good in her life.

I turned the car off and trudged back through the snow toward the store. At least once I was inside, I wouldn’t have to listen to the number one hit song by the band I’d quit. I’d take overplayed Christmas music over
that
any day, thank you very much.

“You’re two minutes late,” Marcie said, tapping her watch as I walked through the doors. I kept my mouth shut and continued past the long line to take photos with Santa. Hey, maybe if I asked Santa nicely, he would bring me the perfect boyfriend for Christmas.

Yeah, and maybe reindeer would fly out of my manager’s ass, too.

I took my spot at the cash register again, preparing to settle in for the longest two hours of my life. Why did so many people wait until Christmas Eve to shop? It’s not like they didn’t know it was coming. The holiday was on the same damn day every year, after all.

I rang up so many people I stopped seeing them anymore. They became a never-ending stream of blank faces buying generic, overpriced clothes. Next. Next. Next.

I shoved a red sweater in a bag with the receipt and handed it to a woman, then automatically reached for the next person’s item on the counter: a green scarf. I scanned it without even looking up—until I heard a man’s familiar voice.

“Becca?”

My head jerked up. There, at my register, was a guy I never thought I’d see again. He was yet another of my royal screw-ups, and now he stood in front of me, his broad shoulders filling out a black coat over a suit and a white button-up shirt, his gray tie slightly askew. His dark blond hair was slicked back, his bright hazel eyes stared into mine, and his lips were exactly as kissable as I remembered. He looked so damn good I wanted to climb over the counter and jump him, even with the massive line of people behind him.

Andy.

I didn’t know his last name. Didn’t know much about him at all, really. We’d hooked up during the summer in San Diego after being introduced at a party by Hector, the drummer in my former band. We’d shared one incredible, wild night and promised to keep in touch.

Neither of us had.

CHAPTER TWO
ANDREW

I
couldn’t believe it. The girl I hadn’t been able to get out of my mind was here, ringing up the scarf I’d picked out for my boss.

We’d only spent a single night together, but I’d recognize her anywhere. Those brown eyes that were a little wild, a little guarded, and a whole lot intriguing. Those soft, sensual lips that tasted like cherries and bad decisions and nights I’d never forget. That smooth, pale skin and those perfect, round breasts and that ass that had fit so nicely in my hands… Jesus, I was getting hard in the middle of the store remembering it.

I’d never, in a million years, expected to run into her and definitely not on Christmas Eve. Shit, what did you say to someone you hooked up with once and then never spoke to again?

She must have felt the same way because she stared back at me, the shock clear on her face. “Andy?”

Thank god. I’d been worried she wouldn’t remember my name. “Actually, I go by Andrew now.”

Her eyes widened. She’d been the first one to call me that, during our few hours together, and she knew exactly what it meant. “What are you doing here?”

“Buying a Christmas present for my boss. I work just down the road. Crazy, right?”

“Wow.” She tilted her head and studied me. I wished she would smile or something, but she didn’t. What did I expect after the way it had ended between us? “Last-minute shopper, eh?”

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