One Night with a Santini

By Melissa Schroeder

I was searching for something I didn’t know what I was missing in my life.

A stopover to New Orleans, I run into my college crush Kaitlin Fitzpatrick and after one night together, I know I want more. Lucky me, I’m moving to her hometown of Baltimore.

Only, by the time I arrive, she’s got news neither of us were expecting.

She’s not sure about us, and this added complication doesn’t mean we will get our happily ever after. Worse, she has an annoying family of brothers who want to protect her from me.

Thankfully, I was raised a Santini and we have happily ever after tattooed across our hearts.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bryant Street Publishing
• Release date: Feb 20, 2024
• ISBN: 9781094466293

Melissa Schroeder

From an early age, USA Today Bestselling author Melissa loved to read. First, it was the books her mother read to her including her two favorites, Winnie the Pooh and the Beatrix Potter books. She cut her preteen teeth on Trixie Belden and read and reviewed To Kill a Mockingbird in middle school. It wasn’t until she was in college that she tried to write her first stories, which were full of angst and pain, and really not that fun to read or write. After trying several different genres, she found romance in a Linda Howard book. Since her first published book, Grace Under Pressure, Mel has had over 60 short stories, novellas, and novels published. She has written in genres ranging from historical to contemporary to futuristic and has worked with 8 publishers although she handles most of her publishing herself. She is best known for her Harmless and Santini series. After years of following her military husband around the country and world, Mel happily lives with her family in horse and wine country in Northern Virginia.

Book preview

1

Brando Santini sidestepped a rather inebriated man as he walked down the corridor of his New Orleans hotel. There was something to be said for staying right on Bourbon Street, and not all of it good. The hotel was impeccable, and with the easy access to the most famous street in the United States, he and his buddies didn’t have to worry about a designated driver. Still, no matter how good the clientele was, New Orleans brought out the worst in a lot of people. Expensive rooms and a world-class staff didn’t keep people from overindulging.

He hit the button for the elevator and stepped back. He tried to ignore the fact that the man he’d passed was now vomiting in a trashcan. Brando didn’t have a weak stomach, but when he could smell soured liquor wafting down the hallway, he had to swallow a couple of times. Finally, he heard the man stumble off. Brando didn’t think he had ever gotten that drunk in his life. He might like a buzz every now and then, but losing complete control was not something he wanted to do.

His cell rang and he knew it was his twin brother calling to check up on him.

Hey, Carlos. How’s Arizona? he asked.

Hot, Carlos said in his regular deadpanned voice. His mother had always said they were a great comedy team. Brando would crack the jokes and Carlos was the straight man.

But it’s a dry heat, Brando said as the elevator doors opened. I mean, how many times did we hear that about Arizona before?

Yeah, right. I guess you would know since you are in the middle of wet hell.

While they were twins, they had different tastes in climate. Brando liked to experience different climates from one day to the next. Carlos was more of the stay in one place kind of guy. They might both be military brats, but Carlos said that he’d had enough travel during their childhood and his former career in the Marines. He was ready to settle down.

Brando waited for a couple people to get off the elevator. You should have come out here with me.

I don’t like New Orleans. It’s hot and noisy. You know how I feel about that.

He didn’t have to explain himself to Brando. Since his injury while he was serving in Iraq, Carlos did not like big crowds. He had never been one who liked to party much even before that. Neither of them were.

Still, I figured we would spend some time together before I head out east.

What made you take that job to begin with? With all of us out west, I thought you would want to be out here.

He shrugged, then realized his brother could not see him. I just wanted to try it out.

Truth was, he had been thinking about it for a couple of years. Teaching ROTC didn’t always help an officer’s career, but Brando was thinking about AM—After the Marines. Teaching was something he’d wanted to try for a long time. This would at least let him know if he was cut out for the job before he went back to school for a doctorate.

Okay. Are you stopping by here on your road trip?

Yeah. I figured you might be sad and lonely without me.

Carlos laughed. Yeah, sure. It’s just me and my horses. Don’t get too drunk, Marine.

You got it.

The moment he clicked his phone off, it dinged again, telling him that someone in his family had sent him a text. The doors opened as he tapped on the message. He wasn’t watching where he was going, and ran into something very soft and curvy. The scent of roses filled his senses.

Ooph, he said.

When he finally untangled himself, he offered the person he had practically plowed down a smile. In that split second, he was held dumbfounded. Brando blinked…then blinked again. He knew her. He would recognize those amazing blue eyes anywhere.

Kaitlin Fitzpatrick?

She shook her head as she focused on his face.

Brando? she asked, her voice breathless enough to send his heart skipping a beat or two.

Before she could say anything else, he pulled her into his arms for a hug. All those wondrous curves pressed up against him.

I can’t believe I literally ran into you.

When he released her, her face had turned an adorable shade of pink. Her blonde hair was up in a sassy ponytail. A dangle of silver hoops hung from her ears and the dress. God, the woman was wearing a red sundress that hugged her hips and gave him a hint at cleavage.

When he made eye contact with her again, his brain froze. It was always like this. His ability to talk seemed to dissolve around Kaitlin on a regular basis. From the moment he had met her their freshman year at the University of Maryland, he couldn’t seem to form a coherent thought when he looked into her eyes. He could still remember the way he had fantasized about her. He knew that every time he met a woman, he compared her to Kaitlin. And he hadn’t even kissed her.

He cleared his throat and brought his mind back to the present.

How long has it been? he asked.

She shook her head. Since graduation. What are you doing here? Her gaze roamed over his unruly curls and she frowned. Did you get out of the Marines?

He shook his head. I’ve been on leave, so I let it grow out a bit.

She laughed and pressed her hand against his jaw. She snapped it back as if she realized she was acting too familiar for a married woman.

That explains the beard.

He nodded. I always let it go when I have a week or so off. I’m PCSing out to the East coast.

Wow, Quantico?

He laughed. No. I’m actually going to be in your neck of the woods. Going to be teaching ROTC at Maryland.

Her eyes widened then she chuckled. I never thought you would end up back there.

Once a Terrapin always a Terrapin.

Ain’t that the truth?

Then silence. They always had these awkward pauses in their conversation. Most of the problem had been Brando. He was always trying to come up with something else to say to her. He did everything he could to spend more time in her presence.

So, what happened with you? Did you move back to Baltimore?

She shook her head. I stayed in College Park to finish up my Masters’ in speech pathology.

Ah, he said. And, did you and what’s his name get married?

He could have found out easily enough. They were both on social media and had several friends in common, but Brando had avoided it. He hadn’t friended or followed her on any of them. If he didn’t hear she was married, he didn’t have to deal with the feelings.

Her eyes danced. His name was Glen and no. We did not get married.

He glanced down at her hand then back at her face. No ring. Oh?

Yeah. It just didn’t happen.

So, she wasn’t going to share what happened, not yet at least. At one time, she had shared all kinds of things with him. It saddened him a little to know that she didn’t feel comfortable with him like that anymore. Now that he ran into her, Brando was hoping that he could change that.

So, you’re not married now?

She shook her head. You?

He shrugged. I’ve been deployed a lot. Makes it hard.

And none of them had been Kaitlin. She had become the standard to which he judged every woman. He knew it had been a mistake to do that, but since meeting her his freshman year, he’d never been able to get her out of his head.

I can understand that.

Then a beat of silence filled the air between them again. It had been ten years since he had seen her, and he still felt that tickle in the back of his throat. Hell, his palms were sweaty. The awkward pauses always made it worse.

She didn’t look that different. Well, a little bit, but for the better. Thank God she was still curvy. He never liked skinny women. He liked his women to have flesh he could hold on to. Whenever he