The Proposing Kind: Brew Ha Ha, #4
By Bria Quinlan
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Hailey Tate is living the good life: A new book contract, great friends, the man of her—oh, who is she kidding, she never would have dreamed up pro-ball player, Connor Ryan. But somehow, they work.
So when Connor may or may not have proposed, it's left up to Hailey and her Brew Crew girls figure it all out. Ridiculousness, shenanigans, arguments, and reconciliations ensue…because, Quirky Girl Power!
But at the end of it all, is Hailey ready to marry America's Most Eligible Athlete or is time to call a delay on that particular play?
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The Proposing Kind - Bria Quinlan
One
H ails!
Connor shouted from the kitchen. The kitchen where my nice warm bed wasn’t. Hailey !
I dragged a pillow over my head. He had more than enough caffeine in there to get him through whatever was going through his overactive mind—the addict. There was no way I was getting up at…I rolled over and looked at the clock. Seriously? Four forty-eight in the morning?
Hailey!
Connor stood in the doorway, a pair of track pants hanging off his hips, a steaming cup of coffee wrapped in his oversized mitt of a hand. Gavin is in South America.
Okay. I knew I wasn’t awake yet, but I wasn’t sure what Gavin’s travels had to do with anything.
Why?
Something about work and hang gliding. Which,
he raged on as he stomped to the dresser and set the coffee down before pacing my tiny room. "He went hang gliding. Hang gliding.
Without
me
."
You’re not allowed to go hang gliding.
Which honestly, with the ideas he and his brother came up with, I was more than a little glad the team owners had rules about what Connor was and wasn’t allowed to do to put his body
at
risk
.
Like he couldn’t have waited a few more years.
He crossed his arms, and I’m not gonna lie. I was momentarily distracted by the perfectly sculpted upper body that somehow came attached to my pro-athlete boyfriend. "Hails. My eyes are
up
here
."
Right…but the prettier part of you is a bit lower.
Hailey Tate.
He sounded way more insulted than I’d expected…which was not at all. "My eyes are stunning. People Magazine
said
so
."
Of course
they
did
.
"Well, if People said so, who am I to argue?"
Right. So, Gavin.
He took another sip of coffee. Gavin has taken off to South America and I need him. I need to talk to him about something. Important stuff.
Well, call him.
So I can go back to sleep.
Part of me wondered if I’d said the second part out loud based on the look he
gave
me
.
I can’t. No reception wherever he is.
He paced the room again, back and forth. Back and forth. "Here’s the thing. I think I need to
marry
you
."
I
—
Um…
What?
I tried to say words. I’m not sure what they were going to be, but it didn’t really matter because after a moment, Connor just
carried
on
.
"If Gavin was here, I’d take him out for
a
beer
—
"
At four-something in the morning?
I asked, oddly stuck on the wrong thing.
No.
Connor looked at me as if I’d lost my mind. But I didn’t wake him up to announce that I had an obligation to marry him. Tonight.
"Then would I still be asleep if Gavin
were
here
?"
Maybe.
He ran a gaze down my leg to where my toes stuck out from the bottom of the blanket and smirked. "
Maybe
not
."
I tried not to get sidetracked by the look he gave me. Especially since he may or may not have just proposed.
Connor…
I waved my hand at him, hoping he’d keep talking long enough for my brain to
catch
up
.
Right. So, Gavin is gone and I feel like I need to propose to you and since my brother-slash-best friend is gone, I need to talk it out with my other best friend.
Okay.
I nodded, not really sure what all this meant.
You, Hailey! You’re my other best friend.
He rolled his eyes
at
me
.
I was pretty sure I was going to have to uninvite him to the rest of my book signings if he was just going to pick up the bad habits of some of my tween readers.
Oh, that’s so sweet.
I pushed the blankets down and crawled to the end of the bed to give him a hug. "You’re my other best
friend
too
."
Connor snorted. "Right, after Jenna, Kasey, Jayne, Max,
and
…
Dane
."
He spit Dane’s name out as if it was a curse he wasn’t allowed to say in the house. He was still a little bitter about Dane supposedly planning on marrying me once he was done sleeping with every available woman under forty.
No, sweetie. Just Jenna and Kasey. And really,
I gave him a quick squeeze, when you think about it, they’re more like one person. So you have Gavin and I have Jensey…um, Kasna. Something.
You’re just saying that to make me feel better.
Connor rested his cheek on top of my head, melting into
my
hug
.
He was still struggling with closing the gap between who he was in real life and who he let the other Nighthawks see. We’d been hanging out with his teammate Marcus and his wife, Chantelle, a bit and it had been really good to see Connor around a guy who didn’t want to arrest him or hit him for
dating
me
.
Ah, the
small
joys
.
I’m not,
I answered. And it was true. "You’re my favorite person for a lot of things. And trust me, you’re glad you aren’t that person for things like pedicures and
PMS
talk
."
His back muscles under my hands tightened. Sadly, even big strong pro-baseball players panicked at those three little letters.
So…
How to reenter this conversation? "Why do you think you have to
marry
me
?"
Connor’s hand slipped down my back, running his fingers along the length of my spine and back up. Up and down. I was still trying to figure out if he did that at times like this to calm me down or himself.
"Well, I like your place better
than
mine
."
Which explains why you’re always here.
I hid my grin in his shoulder. "Plus, even if you lived here, that leather chair is
still
mine
."
He made a low mm-hmm sound and kept going. "And, I want to be around you all
the
time
."
Well, that was sweeter.
And, if we’re married, the paparazzi would leave you alone after the initial ridiculousness around whatever dress you wore and if you did something fancy with your hair. I think you’d feel safer without them following you everywhere.
Okay, still sweet, but not exactly romantic. In Connor’s brain, that was probably right up there with roses though.
And,
he rushed on, "I’m in love with you and don’t want any other guy to even look at you. Unless he’s looking at you because he realizes you’re with me and he can admire from a distance. And also so no matter what we’re always together. And so we can get
a
dog
."
And with that mysterious flow of thought from my otherwise intelligent boyfriend, he pulled back, kissed me on the nose, and
turned
away
.
A gut-deep sigh rushed out of him as if just saying all that took the
pressure
off
.
Okay. Thanks.
He pulled a t-shirt over his head and headed for the door, high-fiving me as he went. Good talk. Off to the trainers.
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the hand I’d somehow auto-offered for the high-five, trying to figure out what in the world had just happened as the door fell shut
behind
him
.
Two
After the door fell shut behind Connor, my brain caught up with his announcement .
And my heart caught up with my brain a moment later, kicking into a double-time
panic
pace
.
Since it was too early for an emergency margarita meeting, I texted the girls to meet me at The Brew. Caffeine would have to be my drink of choice this time. I was leaning on the doorframe, waiting for the café to open, when Abby jerked the door open from inside.
She stepped aside, letting me nearly fall on my rear. I was moving almost as gracefully as Kasey when I’d brought her to the gym…which will never, ever happen again. The gym manager said their insurance wasn’t good enough for her to even walk by the front of the building.
Since when do you show up here before six a.m.?
Abby looked at me, waiting more patiently than normal for an answer before
ushering
me
.
Since this is an emergency.
I glanced around, trying to put a complete thought together. I’ll have…I’ll have coffee.
You hate coffee.
Abby stated this
as
fact
.
Do I? Do I hate coffee?
I demanded. Maybe I loved coffee. All those stressed-out people drank coffee. Maybe they drank it because of the stress.
"Yes. You hate coffee. How about a nice mug of steamed milk with a little shot of hazelnut and a chocolate muffin that’s just coming out of
the
oven
?"
I glared at the girl, confused about what was going on and why she was being so nice. The humoring level was ridiculously high for Abby unless there was some sick and twisted steamed-milk punch line coming.
"Who are you and what have you done
with
Abby
?"
It’s early and I haven’t maxed on stupidity yet.
Abby shoved the door shut and threw the lock behind her. "Don’t make me
regret
this
."
Okay.
I followed her toward the counter but she pointed at the chairs on the other side of
the
room
.
Don’t cramp my style. I’m baking here.
She started toward the kitchen then stopped. "Can you build
a
fire
?"
"Um. You mean, like rub two sticks together and…
POOF
.
Fire
?"
Abby stood, arms crossed, staring me down. "Remember what I just said about not making me
regret
this
?"
"
Right
.
Yeah
."
I glanced toward the fireplace. How hard could it be? Then I remembered it involved fire and that The Brew was one of my favorite places in the world.
After a moment, I caved. I…um, I doubt I’m fire-competent.
She shook her head and swerved back toward the fireplace next to our chairs.
Just light the paper sticking out from under those logs. Just the paper. Not the wood…or your hair. Or anything else. Especially not the new rug. I basically have to blackmail John to update anything that’s been here for seven bazillion years already.
She gave me a very clear look that said she doubted I could handle this before moving on to take care of what I could only assume were the amazing smells coming from the kitchen.
Following her ever so clear directions, I lit the paper then turned my overstuffed chair to face the fire, watching it because, with Abby as the boss of me, fire failure was not an option.
Here.
A steaming mug was shoved under my nose. "
Drink
this
."
Before I could say thanks, she was gone again.
Oh, the mysterious ways that
were
Abby
.
I sat there, gazing at the fire, drinking my oddly comforting milk thing and wondering if I was engaged
or
not
.
I mean, knowing Connor it’s not like he’d expect me to say no…or yes. He’d just state we were getting married and be done with it. No one would be surprised.
He’d probably just call his people—who he had decided were also my people—and BAM. Sneak-attack wedding. I’d never see it coming.
Luckily handfasting was no longer valid and legal.
Not that I Googled it or anything…and then got distracted by pictures of Jaime—I mean, Sam Heughan.
So?
Abby sat down, crossed one oversized Mary Jane over the other, and gave me her typical What have you crazy kids gone and done
now
look
.
What?
I asked, because did I really want to be beholden
to
Abby
?
She rolled her eyes so dramatically I thought she might make herself pass out. There was definitely an eye-rolling epidemic going on
around
here
.
So why are you here at the crack of dawn, drinking comfort milk, and waiting for your girls to show up?
She leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. "Did Muffin Guy
dump
you
?"
Muffin Guy?
Of all the things she could have nicknamed Connor, that hadn’t even crossed
my
mind
.
It’s not every guy who will get up early to use his complete lack of baking skills to make you a muffin.
She went on to defend him before I could let her know that, no, I hadn’t been dumped. And he was adorable when he attempted to bake
for
me
.
This was true. If only the
world
knew
.
Scratch
that
.
The last thing I needed was women thinking Connor was hotter.
Except maybe Connor thinking Connor was hotter.
Well?
Abby wasn’t exactly one to let
things
go
.
"He...he
might
have
—
"
A pounding on the window cut me off mid-sentence. Jenna, Kasey, and Jayne stood outside shivering in the fluffy, light snow drifting down and painting their coats white.
I suppose you want me to let them in.
Abby glanced toward the door. "It’s kind of nice with just one of you. Maybe we could limit the number of people allowed in at
a
time
."
"You do. It’s called a fire ordinance and I’m pretty sure it’s more
than
one
."
Yeah. Well, a girl can dream.
She pushed herself out of the overstuffed chair and wandered over to the door, completely ignoring the fact that it was freezing outside. Cracking it open just enough to speak to my friends, she went on, "You all want to come in
now
too
?"
Kasey gave the door a little push and strolled in, Jayne shaking her head and following.
Don’t think that just because I made her comfort milk you guys get some too.
Abby crossed back over and sat down on the loveseat like she belonged there.
The girls hovered, staring at her before glancing to me and back again. I shrugged. It wasn’t like she wouldn’t ferret out what was going on and chime in anyway.
She might as well do it in
real
time
.
So, ladies, you’re here because he dumped her.
Abby shook her head like this was a tragedy, but one she believed.
"He dumped you? Jenna’s eyes went round behind her glasses. Of course this would shock her. She had all of our lives mapped out to happiness and mine was contingent on Connor and the happy couple gene she was sure we shared.
Seriously?"
No. Not seriously.
I shook my head and rolled my eyes at Abby, glad to give it back to her
for
once
.
Really?
Abby sounded more surprised than anything. Well, that’s good. I was afraid he was being a complete idiot.
I stared at her, a bit shocked by the vehemence ripping the edges of her tone. "That is probably the sweetest thing you’ve ever said
to
me
."
Abby shook her head. "Don’t get used
to
it
."
Of
course
not
.
Dangerous territory. Like a spider with a web, dragging you in with silky, invisible threads of kindness.
So, Connor didn’t dump you,
Jenna hedged. But there’s an emergency?
I glanced from girl to girl, realizing I’d gotten them out of the house hours before most of our careers had us out of bed…hours after most of us had just gone to bed, and suddenly felt stupid.
He, umm…
Maybe I could pretend this was a