Blane’s Story – Chapter One, Part One

Chapter One, Part One

Spilled glass with ice.

If there was something that made a man leap to his feet faster than having a waitress dump a full glass of ice water in his lap, Blane Kirk didn’t know what it would be. Maybe coffee instead of water? No, a steak knife would probably get the quickest reaction time.

These thoughts flew through Blane’s head as the waitress stood, aghast, her mouth open in a round O of horror, frozen in place. Blane’s tamped down his irritation. It wasn’t as though she’d done it on purpose, and dumping water in the lap of the senior senator from Massachusetts wasn’t something she’d be bragging about. Or hell, maybe she would. Nowadays, you never knew.

The waitress found her tongue. “I’m so sorry, senator!” She snatched a linen napkin from the table and took a hurried step toward Blane, her eyes fixed on Blane’s crotch.

Blane snagged the napkin from her fingers before the unthinkable happened. Being groped by a waitress wasn’t an unwelcome option—especially one as pretty as this—but not in public.

“I’ve got it,” he said, dryly. “Where’s your men’s room?”

“Um, yes, of course,” she stammered, her face a shade whiter than the napkin Blane held. “I’ll show you myself.”

She spun on her heel, but Blane stopped her with a hand clamped to her shoulder. He certainly didn’t need to be led to the bathroom. “Just point the way.”

“Out to the door, turn right, then left down the hallway.”

Blane turned to the two men still sitting at the table. Both had identical grimaces on their faces, no doubt thanking their lucky stars that Blane and not themselves had been the recipient of the impromptu dousing.

“Gentlemen, if you’ll excuse me.” It was hard to pull off sophistication when your trousers looked as though you’d had an unfortunate bladder accident, but he managed.

The men’s room had an attendant who took one look and dug out a blow dryer from underneath the vanity. “If you please, sir. I’ll take care of that for you.” He was older, maybe mid-fifties, and by the way he hadn’t batted an eye, he’d probably seen it all. This being one of the most expensive restaurants in D.C., Blane bet he could write a book on it.

Blane disappeared into one of the cubicles, discarded his now soaked briefs, and handed the pants over the door to the attendant. Cooling your heels in a bathroom stall in socks, shirt, tie, and jacket while naked from the waist down was life’s way of making sure you stayed humble, Blane decided, listening to the hum of the dryer.

Ten minutes later, he was back in dry clothes—albeit going commando—and adjusting his tie in the mirror. He handed the attendant a twenty.

“Thanks for your help.”

“Anytime, sir.”

The corridor outside the bathroom was empty and quiet, enough so that Blane could hear a hissed conversation as he neared the opening to the dining room.

“…could you be so damn clumsy! He’s a fucking senator, for God’s sake! If someone snapped a photo, it’ll be all over Page Six tomorrow! Do you think a man like that is ever going to come here again if he’s turned into a laughingstock by some sorry excuse for a waitress? You’re fired. Get out now.”

Blane paused, glancing over his shoulder to where the manager was berating the woman who’d dumped water on him. She looked near tears, but held them back. Her jaw was clenched and she stood ramrod straight, her chin tipped up. Her hands were in fists at her side and there were two bright spots of color on her cheeks.

“There you are,” Blane said, turning and heading toward them. His smile came easily, as a politician’s always did. He’d had years of practice.

He clapped a hand on the manager’s shoulder, perhaps a bit too tight. “I wanted to tell you what a fine establishment you have here. And a fantastic staff.”

“Th-thank you,” the man stammered. He had a moustache that looked too tired to be bothered.

“What’s your name?”

“Theodore, sir. Theodore Morgan.”

An arrogant prick’s name. Blane squeezed and Theodore winced slightly, forcing a smile.

“Well, Teddy,” Blane glanced at the girl’s nametag, “Anne gave me a dose of humility today, something more people in this town could use. I’m going to have to insist she’s my server every time I come in.” He raised his eyebrows in question. “Is that all right with you?” he asked her.

Her eyes were wide with surprise and it took her a moment to respond. With a quick glance at her boss, she said, “Of course, senator. It would be my pleasure.”

“Then it’s settled.” He smiled again at the manager. “You don’t mind, do you, Teddy?”

Teddy’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. He looked slightly sick. “Absolutely not, sir. I’ll make sure it happens.”

Blane slapped him on the back and Teddy stumbled forward a half step. “I knew I could count on you, Teddy.” He turned to the girl. “Anne, would you bring our table a bottle of the Cheval-Blanc 2011?”

Anne gave a jerky nod, her ponytail bobbing. “Right away, senator.”

“Perfect.” That ought to shut Teddy up. And also stick it to the lobbyists at his table who’d pick up the tab. They’d spent weeks hounding his office for a meeting. For some reason, they thought he’d be more sympathetic to their cause because he was a former lawyer himself. As if you couldn’t throw a rock in this city without hitting a politician who was a former lawyer.

The two men were patiently waiting when he sat back down at the table. A fresh place had been set for him and he unfolded his napkin. With an elaborate flick of the fabric, he settled it across his lap.

“Just in case she’s still feeling jittery,” he joked. “I’d advise you two to do the same.”

The men laughed, tossing a few jokes at his expense, as he’d known they would. He’d just rather they do it to his face than behind his back, and self-deprecation was always a good tool. Blane laughed along with them as Anne materialized at his side, holding a bottle of wine and a corkscrew.

“Your wine, senator.”

Anne presented the thousand-dollar bottle of wine with a careful grip. If she spilled this, the senator would probably fire her himself.

He looked it over and gave a small nod. Anne began uncorking the bottle. To her relief, she managed the task without incident and poured a taste into the senator’s glass. He took a careless sip and nodded again. She released a breath and filled his glass, then his two companions.

“Are you gentlemen ready to order?”

The two men with the senator rubbed Anne all the wrong way. They each ordered, asking detailed questions about ingredients and preparations of dishes, before deciding on something else entirely. They were giving her a hard time on purpose, she realized. But it took more than two assholes to make her lose her cool. She answered their questions and memorized their orders, with all their modifications and changes.

“Absolutely,” she assured one of them. “I’ll be sure to notify the chef to refrain from adding any garlic to your haricot verts.”

She stiffened as she turned to the senator. If anyone had an excuse to give her trouble, it would be him. But he’d intervened with Teste Teddy—nicknamed such by the staff because of the rumor he’d lost a testicle to an unfortunate salsa dancing accident—to save her job. She needed this job. She was one paycheck away from having to run home to daddy with her tail between her legs and an overdrawn bank account in hand.


“I’ll have the bone-in ribeye, medium-rare. Potatoes au gratin on the side.”

“And for your starter, sir? Soup or salad?”

He grimaced. “Neither. I’m not a rabbit.”

She hid a grin. “May I recommend the beef carpaccio? It’s delicious.”

He nodded. “Yes. I’ll have that.”


She hurried away from the table, repeating the orders inside her head. The senator and his guests had been secluded in a private room—thank goodness—and were her only table.

As Anne put in the order, her mind wandered to when the senator had come to her rescue, like the proverbial knight in shining armor. An imposing height—he had to be six-three or more, though her five-six might skew her impression—he’d made Teste Teddy quake in his squeaky shoes. Teddy had been near deferential to her, albeit reluctantly, ever since. She could only hope it lasted.

He was an imposing man, the senator, she mused as she refilled their wine glasses after serving the first course. Besides his height, he was broad in the shoulders and deep in the chest. The width of his shoulders dwarfed the men dining with him. It wasn’t a physique common to D.C. There were runners aplenty, keeping men lean, but muscles didn’t always look appealing in a suit. And if there was one thing D.C. was big on, it was appearances.

Senator Kirk looked as though he’d been barely tamed, wearing his suit like a second skin, but only a moment away from discarding it to rip someone apart with his bare hands.

The thought gave Anne a shiver and she hurriedly walked away, not wanting to draw any more attention to herself than she had already. Thankfully, they’d moved on to discussing business, barely giving her a second glance as she served them. She caught snatches of their conversation between courses.

“…not going to allow my vote to be swayed by those with a vested economic interest in the outcome,” the senator was saying. His words were steel, but his demeanor was affable and even friendly, inviting you to empathize with his ethics even as you bemoaned the dashing of your hopes. “You gentlemen have made your case and I appreciate your position. However, the majority of my constituents hold a contrary position. I’m beholden to them, my friends. Not to you.”

His fingers lightly toyed with the stem of his wine glass. Anne filled his glass with the second bottle they’d ordered, and their gazes caught. He was leaning back in his chair, one ankle resting on the opposite knee. She’d removed their dinner plates a half hour ago. They were still talking.

His eyes were an undefinable shade—somewhere between gray and green. The color of the ocean before an approaching storm.

Anne didn’t know why, but she paused, her eyes on his. The way he looked at her…as though he could see straight into her—through her—sent a chill down her spine.

Senator Kirk was a more dangerous man than he let on. She knew this deep in her bones. In the place a prey knew when a predator was near.

Shaking herself, she tore her gaze from his and gulped a breath, not realizing she’d been holding it.

“Would anyone care for dessert?” she blurted, interrupting their conversation. Her heart was beating too fast and she avoided the senator’s eyes. “I highly recommend our cheesecake.”

One of the men—one she’d deemed to be the boss over the other one, based solely on body language—set his napkin on the table and stood.

“I believe we’ll call it a night,” he said stiffly. “Thank you for your time, senator.”

His flunky rushed to stand as well, but said nothing.

The senator leisurely tipped his wine glass their way. “Of course. Have a good evening.”

The two men left, the first in an obvious huff. Anne stood, unsure what to do, and looked back at the senator.

His lips curved into a sardonic smile. “Well, I don’t think they were very happy. Not that I care. But it’s a shame to waste the wine.” He gestured to a chair. “Care to join me?”

Author: Tiffany Snow

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  1. Thank you! I love Blane and can’t wait for the rest of his story!

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    • Great beginning!!! I’m hooked so now you’ve got to double time the rest of he book. Wow, I don’t know if I’m going to be up to all this waiting!! Thanks Tiffany for letting us in from the beginning even if if is an extreme exercise in patience. Blaine is such a beautifully crafted and realistic character. I can’t wait to see where this story takes him. So get to it my friend. I’m so ready to fall in love with Blaine again.

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    • No!!! I wasn’t ready for it to end!! Can’t wait for more!!

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  2. What’s with Blane and his women with his crotch . Seriously, I am so stoked you decided to continue with the KTS.

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    • Hahahaha Linda……. You’re right, Blane’s crotch sees a lot of action 🙂

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    • LOL I was thinking the same thing! Maybe it’s magnetic! Or like a divining rod!

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    • I thought it provided a nice bookend to the two loves of his life. ☺

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  3. Love it. Humor, power, sexual tension…Can’t wait till the next chapter.

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    • I like it. Meeting a woman in his life the same way he met Kathleen…

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  4. Loved it. Can’t wait to read more.

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  5. Is this being published

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    • You can read it for free here as I write it, and it will be published and sold when it’s finished.

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  6. I think Blane’s story is going to be fantastic. I am very eager to read how, why and when Blane had to come to Anne’s rescue. I also want to know what happened after Blane & Anne finished that bottle of wine. I expect this to be a bumpy ride and I’m thrilled to hope on board for it. Thank you, Tiffany, for allowing us to read along as you write Blane’s story.

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  7. When will it release?

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  8. Thank you so much for Blane’s Story! I love it!!

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  9. Love this so hard! Thanks Tiffany!

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  10. Apart from the Kathleen Turner series, which was fantastic, did Blane appear in any other books?

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    • Yes, he appeared in the Corrupted Hearts Series. Follow Me, Break Me, Find Me, Save Me.

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      • Wasn’t he also in the Risky Business series when Sage and Branna got rescued? A familiar looking senator who kissed Branna?

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  11. Tiffany, you make my heart happy!

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  12. I am already hooked but then I knew I would be!!

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  13. Thank you so much! You have no idea how much this brings me to life! Ehehhe

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  14. I’ve often wondered about Blane and Anne’s story, so I’m thrilled it’s going to be told. Thanks for the great start, I can’t wait for more.

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  15. What a great way to tease us. Absolutely 1000% looking forward to the rest of the book.

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  16. Love it. More, more, more. Pretty please!

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  17. Love this so much. Blane is my fave character and I am stoked you are doing this. You are amazing and thank you!

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  18. Blane to the rescue. I love him, and would let him rescue me anytime.
    Can’t wait to read more!!!!!

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  19. I love Blane and can’t wait to read more of his story.

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  20. Oh man this just makes me thirsty…for more! How I have missed this brooding Seal/Hero. I am so over the moon you are giving him back to us. Thank you Tiffany! Much love and joy. 🙂

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  21. Eeeek, I love it. The ladies just can’t stay away from Blane’s crotch can they, lol. I do love love how he is always a gentleman and bit of knight in shining armor…always a soft spot for the girls struggling to find their place in the world. I may be team Kade & Kathleen, but I do love me some Blane!

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  22. This is awesome!!! I’m complegely hooked!! Thank you for this. Can’t wait for the next chapter!!!!

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  23. Man, I was just getting into it…and bam, it’s over! I hate waiting on things, I’m just not patient. Here’s to hoping time will fly by.

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  24. I rarely squee…but this made me squee. I didnt realize I missed this worl so much. I may have to do a series reread now.

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  25. Love it so far, really like Ann. Looking forward to some background on her and the meeting with Kathleen and Kade for the first time. While Kade was my choice and my favorite book boyfriend (as I’ve told everybody numerous times) I still wanted to know Blaine’s progression to the White House and the woman that helped get him there.

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  26. OMG I love Blane and am so glad to get to read more of his story!!!

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  27. I’m officially sucked in and just realized how much I’d missed Blane. It’s so wonderful to hear his voice again. Ever the savior! Can’t wait for chap. 2! You knock me out Tiffany!

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  28. Thanks for writing Blane’s story. I always wished he would get his own HEA and that we would get to read it =)

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  29. Love it! Please more. I can’t wait to read more.

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  30. I’m ready for more.

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  31. Brilliant I hoped that the story hadn’t ended with just Kathleen’s happily ever after thanks x

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  32. I was always Team Blane and couldn’t bear the thought of him with someone other than Kathleen but it has been a while now so am ready to accept his moving on lol. Can’t wait now to read his HEA. I know he has one because he cropped up in other books so it will be nice to know his story

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  33. Wow I’m so excited to read more if Blane’s story. Can’t wait to read more…

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  34. More please! I need lots and lots more!! It is such a satisfying feeling to finally get to read the details of Blanes Happily Ever After!

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  35. Perfect teaser… I cannot wait to read what happens next. Is it too much to hope for some interaction with Kade and Kathleen?

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  36. So excited to read more about him and intrigued by this format!

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  37. Moreeeeeee!!! I need more!!!!!

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  38. Absolutely awesome! I’ve missed Blaine. So well written, can’t wait for the next installment!

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  39. Absolutely love it!! Blane always had a charismatic personality. Thank you for continuing this story line!!

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  40. This is killing me, having to read in snatched minutes in between entertaining our guests and then having to wait for the next chapter!!

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  41. He’s back!! xoxo

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  42. Brought back such sweet memories…..Can’t wait until the next chapter

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  43. I think I’ve reread this about 8 times now, ahhahahah the “feels” is real

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  44. I’m so happy. Thank you for this. Waiting with baited breath.

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  45. You had me at “—albeit going commando—” 🙂 Can’t wait for the rest of this and I’m so happy that you’re giving us Blane’s story!

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  46. I’m so ready for the next chapter!!! I’m pestering now, Tiffany!

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