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Chapter 2

Christian Chandler sailed through The Reserve wine bar and headed toward the back offices, taking in the tempo of the jazz music that flowed through the sound system. Inside his office, he tossed his car keys on the desk, one of three in the rectangular room. The other belonged to his partners, Kent Adams and Raymond Gray. Chris looked at his watch. Kent would be walking in any moment, but Ray would be late as usual.

Picking up a pile of mail, Chris sorted through it absentmindedly, as the music faded into the background. Last night’s date moved to the forefront of his thoughts. He wished it had gone better. He was sure the curvaceous beauty had a lot going for her, but the only thing he remembered being on display were her voluptuous boobs. He’d grown enough in his years since grad school to desire more than just a set of impressive curves. The old Chris would have continued dating her, but recently he found himself wanting something different.

Chris placed the mail back on the desk, when their restaurant manager knocked on the door. Sitting down, he called for her to come in.

“Hey, babycakes.” Trina was also the establishment’s equal-opportunity flirt. Her tall, shapely frame made it easy for men to receive her harmless advances. She always had an ego-enhancing compliment handy. “How’s it going?” Trina sat on the edge of his desk.

“Pretty good. What about you?”

“Just marvelous. I’d be even better had my date ended well last night.”

“You too? That seems to be going around.”

Trina rolled her eyes. “It’s getting harder to find good ones these days. I’m glad Ray found someone that he seems to adore. You and Kent are the last two great catches standing. Too bad I don’t date my bosses.” Her snicker made Chris laugh. “Anyway, I didn’t come to complain about my dating misadventures. A gentleman stopped by to ask about playing a live set. He’s a violinist.”

Chris narrowed his eyes.

“I know. I told him that we focus on jazz, but then he whipped out his instrument...” Trina paused and let the innuendo hang in the air. She smirked, obviously amused with herself, and then continued. “His violin, that is,” she said, winking. “He proceeded to play the most beautiful rendition of the latest release of that hot new R&B artist, Champagne. I had him leave his contact information and then looked him up online.” Trina handed Chris the musician’s card. “He’s a-mazing!” Her eyes rolled back, emphasizing her appreciation for the man’s work. “He’s pretty popular for his creative renditions of songs, from pop to jazz to classical. I’d love to have him come in and give us a preview, but I wanted to run it by you guys first.”

Nodding his head, Chris turned the card between his fingers. “Thanks. Set it up. How’s everything else?”

“Outstanding! Also, I received another call from that magazine editor. She’s scheduling interviews and photo shoots with the honorees and wanted to get the three of you on her calendar.”

“Really!” Chris’s brows lifted, and a smile swept across his face. “Check with Kent and Ray, and let’s settle on a date soon.”

“Cool. You deserve the recognition. You three are doing a great job at making The Reserve a hot spot. It happened so fast.”

“Thanks, Trina!” He grinned with a modest amount of pride.

Tilting her head, Trina gave Chris a delightful smile. “Seriously. I’m very proud of you guys.” She patted his hand. “And I’m happy to be a part of the team.”

“You are part of this. Thanks for all you do.”

“You’re welcome, babycakes. See you at the staff meeting. This girl has some real work to do. I can’t just stand around being pretty.” She blew a kiss as she left the office.

Things were going well for Chris—the family business, their foundation and this fairly new venture with his longtime friends. Every area of his life seemed to be thriving with a flowing momentum. Dating was the only aspect that was still uncertain. Recently he hadn’t met women he was interested in seeing beyond the first few dates. His access to beautiful ladies was still plentiful, but lately most seemed interested in his pedigree. He was over women who wanted him to be attached to the Chandler legacy. Something was changing, and Chris wasn’t sure if it was the women or him.

Ray entered their office with the force of a hurricane. “What’s up?” His energy charged the room.

“You’re here early,” Kent kidded, walking in behind him.

“It’s three o’clock.” Ray’s brows furrowed.

“Yeah. On time is early for you!” Chris jumped in on the joke, sharing a laugh with Kent.

“Ha!” Ray clapped his hands. “Let’s get this party started.” He removed his suit jacket, tossed it on the back of his chair and sat down with his feet up on the desk.

Kent plopped in his chair and swiveled to face Ray. “You seem happy. What’s good?”

“Everything!”

Chris laughed, shaking his head. “How’s Brynn?”

Ray’s smile nearly split his face at the mention of his girlfriend’s name. “Brynn’s good. I just left her.”

“I still can’t believe you two met online. I’ve always been skeptical of that.” Chris shrugged, reaching for a notepad.

“Me too, man,” Kent agreed.

“I was too, until I found Brynn. I can’t believe our paths never crossed before—especially after discovering that we knew so many of the same people. I keep telling you guys to give this online thing a try.”

“Maybe I should!” Chris said jokingly. “Do you think it would stop my mother from trying to hook me up with her friends’ daughters?”

“Dates chosen by mothers never work out well.” Kent chuckled.

“Try it. What can it hurt?” Ray asked.

“It’s just not for me.” Chris sucked air through his teeth.

“Sounds to me like regular dating isn’t working out so well either.”

“Very funny, Ray!”

“He’s got a point, Chris. We’re the ones who are still single.”

“By choice,” Chris said pointedly, with a lifted index finger.

“Exactly! That’s because you’ve already dated most of the women you know, player!” Kent howled. “Save some for the rest of us, man.”

Laughing, Kent offered Ray a high five.

“I can’t help it if I’m in demand.” Chris gave his collar a smug tug.

Kent and Ray looked at each other and burst into laughter once again. Chris couldn’t help but join them. The irony was evident. As eligible a bachelor as he was, his options were narrowing.

“You may have a point, Ray. Maybe it’s time for Chris and me to look outside our usual circles. This can be a way to meet new women. It’s not as creepy as it used to be. Some pretty decent relationships started online—like yours.”

“See? It’s not so bad, Chris. Brynn isn’t crazy at all.” Ray’s comment generated another round of laughs.

“Trina said Eclipse magazine called. The editor wants to set up an interview.” Chris was happy to change the subject. He had too many reservations about this online thing, and he also had a reputation—no, a legacy—to protect.

What would a Chandler look like, searching for a mate online? He didn’t express his thoughts aloud in order not to offend Ray. Chris, Ray and Kent had been close friends since high school. Finding beautiful women to date had never been an issue for any of them, so when Ray said that he was trying the online thing, Chris and Kent were shocked. They teased Ray through the entire process but shut their mouths when he introduced them to Brynn. Not only was she beautiful but also grounded, intelligent and apparently completely sane. Kent asked if she had a sister, cousin or mother that he could date. After that, Kent was open to online dating, but Chris still had his reservations.

Chris joined the others in swiping through the calendars on their phones.

“I can do next Wednesday.” Kent spoke first. “What time do they want to interview us?”

“Do they want us to come to their offices in the city, or will they come here? That will help me figure out what’s best. My calendar is looking a little crazy right now.” Ray shook his head. “But I’ll be in the city already on Wednesday so, if they want us to meet there, that might work.”

“I’ll have Trina call and ask. Should we leave Wednesday open either way? Does that work for you?” Chris directed his question toward Ray. His phone was cupped in his hand with his thumb hovering over the screen. Ray nodded. “Cool,” Chris continued. “We can let Trina know at the meeting.”

“So, fellas. We have a big night coming up tonight, huh?” Ray clapped his hands and rubbed them back and forth.

“Yes, we do!” Chris agreed. “This place is going to be packed. Alfonzo Blackwell is a huge draw.”

“How’d you get him again, Chris?” Kent asked.

“He’s an old friend of Jewel’s. She called in a favor.” Chris turned to Ray. “Brynn joining us tonight?”

“For sure! She wouldn’t miss a chance to see Blackwell play.”

There was that gleam again. Whenever Brynn’s name flitted into the atmosphere, Ray appeared lighter—his smile instinctual as if it generated from somewhere well beyond his lips. Chris wondered what that felt like. He thought he had come close in grad school. He figured he had loved Danielle but couldn’t recall feeling what Ray seemed to feel, which appeared to transcend emotions and come alive in their very presence.

“You really like this girl.” With his head tilted, Chris said those words as if the weight of them had just landed on him. His friend was in love.

Ray sat back in his chair, smiled and exhaled as if the air he released carried away every problem. “I think she’s the one.”

Chris’s and Kent’s mouths fell open. They looked at one another and then at Ray.

“Whoa!” Kent held his hands up. “You think so, man?”

An assured nod.

With hands in the air, Chris made a few attempts to speak, closed his mouth and shrugged. His hands fell to his side with a slap. “What can I say? I’m happy for you, man. I have to admit, happiness looks good on you.”

“Thanks! One down and two to go.” Ray raised his brow.

Kent held up a palm. “Hey! Don’t speak so fast. I’m still having fun.”

Chris laughed with them but stayed mute. He liked what he saw in Ray, and a part of him wanted to know what that felt like. He just wasn’t sure if he’d find it online.