Valentine Countdown Blitz; When Sparks Fly by Ines Bautista-Yao

Ines Bautista-Yao is the author of One Crazy Summer, What’s in your Heart, Only A Kiss, When Sparks Fly, All That Glitters, and Someday With You. She has also written several short stories. Among them are “Plain Vanilla,” “A Captured Dream,” one of the four short stories in Sola Musica: Love Notes from a Festival, “Things I’ll Never Say,” part of the Summit Books anthology Coming of Age, and “Before the Sun Rises,” part of the Ateneo University Press anthology Friend Zones. 

She is the former editor-in-chief of Candy and K-Zone magazines and a former high school and college English and Literature teacher. She is also a wife and mom who lives in the Philippines with her husband and two little girls. Her books are available digitally on Amazon and

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Twenty-four-year-old photographer's apprentice Regina has always felt like the plain, dull orange next to the shiny red apple that is her best friend Lana. But then she meets Ben—the first guy to ever break Lana's heart, and the first guy to ever make Regina feel that he only has eyes for her. 

As Regina finds herself falling hard for Ben, she also finds herself breaking all the rules of best-friendship. Will she give up the love of her life for Lana, or will she finally realize that she deserves her share of the spotlight, too?

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Chapter 1

Regina Salvador wasn’t too sure what she was doing at El Tomador on a work night. She had to be up and on location early the next morning, which was going to be in, oh, maybe three hours—the Philippine sun did have a habit of rising before six a.m. But she had promised her best friend Lana Lucero she’d be there to support her. To support her as she drank three boys under the table in a freaking drinking contest. Which just so happened to take place in a dark bar, hidden along one of the shadier streets of Makati, reeking of smoke and blasting grunge. What was this? A throwback to their college days?

Through narrowed eyes, she watched Lana chug down another tumbler of beer, the frothy amber liquid dribbling down the sides of her mouth, running down her neck, and soaking through the neckline of her white tank top, probably staining it forever. Why her friend thought she had to do these things, she would never know. When Lana triumphantly held the tumbler up and turned it face down to the whoops and cheers of the thickening crowd, Regina felt someone jostle her arm, causing her to lose her balance.

“Watch it!” she snapped, feeling the beginnings of a tirade gathering in the middle of her chest, just waiting to be released. She was tired and worried about Lana. She didn’t want to acknowledge it, but she thought she knew why her best friend was there. Regina didn’t even want to admit it to herself because that would mean her best friend had it really bad, but at the back of her mind, there was a nagging voice whining for attention, chanting one name: Ben. Ben. Ben. Ben Marquez who didn’t call her back after turning her world upside down and making her believe that she was the one—the one who was going to change him, the one who was going to make him forget about all the other girls in his life, the one he was finally going to settle down with—at their ripe old age of twenty-four. Right.  

Regina had no idea who this Ben Marquez was. She had been out of town on another shoot when it apparently had all taken place. She was training to be a photographer under Paulo Javellana, one of the most sought-after lensmen in Manila. When she had gotten back from a beach shoot in Boracay, a gorgeous island of powdery white sand and clear blue water that was gaining popularity, Lana was already in tears. She had fallen in love, she said. She had finally found him. The one. The guy she was going to give up her wild, carefree days and take up an apron and a spatula for. Regina was sure Lana didn’t even know what a spatula was.

Lana had met him at this very bar, El Tomador, where their college friends hung out every Wednesday night after work. He was someone’s friend from high school and had wanted a change of scene. They’d had a drinking contest and he’d won. Lana was smitten. No one had ever beaten her before. That was all it took. She was his. But a few days later (“Days? How can you know you’ve found forever in a few days?” Regina was incensed. Her irresponsible best friend had always been flighty but this was the worst she’d seen her), he was gone. Not a call, not a text message, not an email. She actually began stalking him, driving by his apartment and dropping by places she thought she’d find him in. This was one of those places. And when Regina heard what she was planning to do, she insisted on coming along. No way was Lana going to make an utter fool of herself without backup, without someone to take her home at the very least.

So here she was, ready to snap someone’s head off just because he had bumped into her. “I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?” He had puppy dog eyes. Round, dark brown, and piercing. Regina blinked, imagining herself getting lost in those warm pools, the angry words fizzling out on her tongue.

“Uh, no, I…” she stammered, unable to tear her gaze away. Well, he didn’t seem to be looking anywhere else either.

When he broke into a relieved grin, she found herself smiling too, the tirade all but a distant memory. What was wrong with her? She’d seen cute guys before, kissed a few of them too. But this one’s eyes made her feel as if she weren’t in a noisy bar worrying about her best friend drowning her brain cells in alcohol.

“Did you want another drink?” He gestured toward her empty glass. Which had been filled with water earlier.

Regina twisted her lips in a grimace. “No, I can’t. I have to be at the bus terminal at five.”

“Five this morning?” His eyebrows shot up. “That’s like three hours away.”

“Yeah. I like living dangerously.” She felt her lips twitch.

He laughed. And she felt as if she had hit all three cherries on a slot machine. She usually didn’t talk to strange guys in a bar, especially those with eyes that pulled you in like magnets. But then again.

“I think a cup of coffee is your best bet.” He didn’t even wait for her to agree. He wove his way through the heated bodies cheering someone else on and asked the bartender for the unexpected drink.

Regina watched him walk away. He was in a long-sleeved blue shirt and dark pants. He probably worked in an office or something boring like that. She rebelled against what she called the corporate life. She hated dressing in clothes people wore to an office. She had no idea what they consisted of anyway, unless Paulo had to shoot them for a magazine spread. But otherwise, she lived in jeans, oversized t-shirts, and Doc Martens. With the ease in his movements, this guy looked like he lived in office clothes. She could easily picture him in jeans and a tee though. And that made her smile.

“Reg! What are you smiling at? Why weren’t you watching me?” a slightly slurry Lana yelled in her ear. 

Regina’s smile dropped from her face and she grabbed her best friend’s upper arms, shaking her slightly. “Are you okay?”
“God, Reg, what’s wrong with you? Of course, I’m okay!” Lana swung herself free from Regina’s grasp. “I won! And you didn’t even see!”
That’s right. She didn’t. She was too busy being charmed by… where was he anyway? She looked behind her, convinced that Lana would understand once she met him. But he seemed to have disappeared. Was she that exhausted that she had imagined him?

“Hi, Lana. Congratulations.”

Regina spun around to see who Lana was shooting daggers at with her wide, flaming eyes. Her heart sank to her stomach when she saw who it was. He was smiling at her best friend, holding coffee in a paper cup.

“Is that for me?” The anger in Lana’s face was receding, as if she was willing to accept a peace offering from him. Any peace offering.

But he didn’t take the hint. Or maybe, wouldn’t.

“No, this is for…” He turned to Regina and smiled again. “I’m sorry, we never introduced ourselves. I’m Ben.”

Holy Crap.

“Regina.” She felt her face closing, her heart shutting its doors. It was just as well. She didn’t have time or space in her life for a guy. Much less Lana’s one true love.

Lana was looking at her as if she’d all of a sudden announced she was going to move to the far-flung island of Tawi-Tawi. “You know him?” she demanded, her hands on her hips.

“I just met him two seconds ago.” But Regina didn’t even try to defend herself. She kept her voice calm and steady, knowing that none of this mattered. What did matter was that Lana would now be angry, stop talking to her, and accuse her of stealing her future husband. It was time to get her home and in bed. No amount of reason or caffeine was going to fix this. She thanked Ben for the coffee and took Lana by the arm, dragging her out of the bar.

“Reg! What the—” Lana tried in vain to yank her arm free but months of hauling heavy camera equipment gave Regina a strength she didn’t know she had until now.

“We are going home. I have a five a.m. call time and you don’t need this stress in your life.” Regina hauled her a few cars away from the busy bar entrance and dug her keys out of her pocket. She shoved her best friend into the passenger’s seat and slammed the door. Taking a few deep breaths, she looked up to see a tall, masculine form waving, walking toward her.

“She forgot this.” Ben handed her a small, studded black bag. “And this is yours.” Before Regina could say she didn’t bring anything into the bar but her car keys, he gently placed the thick paper cup in her hand. Her coffee. “Have a safe trip.” Then he smiled again. That smile that seemed to reach in and tug at the doors she had shut on her heart earlier.

As she felt herself turn toward the car to see if Lana was about to jump out and attack him, Ben said, “She’s asleep. Too much partying tonight.”

Finally finding her tongue, Regina blurted out, “Why didn’t you call her?”

His brow furrowed and he took half a step back. “Call her? When?”

Regina was confused now too. “When? You just swept her off her feet and then disappeared. Who does that?”

“Oh, boy.” He ran a hand through his thick, straight hair, looking away from her. Regina took this as a sign of guilt and pressed further.

“Why did you make her believe there was more to your relationship when you didn’t have any plans of seeing her again? That’s not just despicable, it’s cowardly.” She was on a roll.

“There was no talk of a relationship.” Was that a shudder he gave when he said the word? “That’s the last thing I want.” He laughed. But this time, Regina didn’t feel as if she’d won a prize. She shook her head, raised her cup of coffee, and decided she had had enough of him. “Thanks again for this. Goodbye, Ben.”

“Wait! Can we just talk a little longer? Hang for a while?” He reached for her free hand.

Regina yanked it free when she felt a jolt of energy pass through. It wasn’t static electricity nor was it anything she’d ever felt before. And she could still feel his hand on hers even if he had already let go. Warm, soft, inviting. Was this how he reeled girls in? Was this how he had won Lana’s heart? Persistent bugger, wasn’t he?

“Ben,” she said with a frustrated sigh, trying to keep her voice level. “I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want to hang for a while. I want to get my best friend home and show up on time for work.”

He nodded, chastised. “All right. I’m sorry. I thought you felt the connection between us too.” 

What a line.

And she said it out loud.

His eyes widened in what looked like slight panic. “No, it’s not, I swear.”

“Well it sounds like one. And besides,” she threw a glance at her car, “your reputation doesn’t exactly do you any favors now, does it?” Before her bravado could crumble against those disappointed dark brown eyes, she spun on her rubber-soled heel and entered her car.

She stuck the coffee in the car’s cup holder and pressed down on the gas before she could change her mind. After a few seconds of staring straight ahead, she allowed herself to sneak a glance at her side mirror and wasn’t surprised to see him still standing there, watching her drive away.     

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