Chapter 1

Well here he was! Outside a total strangers door.

He kept waiting for the rest of the guys to jump out and start taking the piss.

How the hell he’d been talked into doing this was still a mystery.

All they’d said was ‘It’s gonna be Valentines day soon, and you really need to have a date!’

That was it, the scary bit was that the woman he was about to meet had no fuckin idea he was landing on her doorstep. This woman, Emma, was a friend of, god how this choked him, David’s.

Turns out the rest of em had been trying to throw them together for over a year, and something always got in the way. The rest of the guys had met Emma on more than one occasion, but Richie never had. They all said she was a wonderful woman. Jon had told him he need a woman, and Emma was just perfect for him. Richie had snorted at this and told them all to leave him the hell alone. They hadn’t!

They’d made his life a living fuckin nightmare for the last eight weeks of the tour. They’d worn him down, and just to get some peace he’d agreed to this surprise Valentines delivery, namely him. Fuck!

He’d been given a bit of the low down on Emma; 5ft 9” black waist length hair. She was a divorcee of four years, age, 47. She had two children, both girls; one eighteen, the other twenty-two. She’d been married for twenty odd years, when her ex decided to up and leave her for a younger model. She’d got over it, took the ass to the cleaners and started her own business. Emma was a childhood friend of David’s. He’d known her since they were in diapers.

Richie had asked him why David hadn’t dated her. Dave had stared at him like he’d grown another head, asking him if he’d date someone he thought of as a sister. He’d been pissy for a week after that one. Didn’t talk to him at all, sheer bliss for Richie!

Ah well he was here now, so suck it up Sambora and knock on the damn door, or ring the bell dude! Sheesh talk about not looking, he rolled his eyes, raised his hand and his finger pressed the bell to summon Emma. He swallowed, hard!