“Um, yeah. It’ll take one sec.”
“No rush, I’ll even do the honors. Come on, boy.” He whistled again, this time to my dog, and my faithful friend fell in line right behind him.
I snatched my clutch and scowled at my stupid fake eyelashes one more time, then waited by the door. In pranced Smitty, followed by Aiken on his back paws.
“Hey.” He pulled me close to him, his front to my middle. “You look so fucking fantastic, you’re making it hard to treat you right, take you to dinner first, Richards.”
Half tempted to say,Then don’t, I pressed my lips to his scruff, smiling to myself that he’d left it behind. I hated a freshly shaven man. His lips met with the top of my head as he inhaled me.
“Come on.” He broke free and guided me to the door.
“Where are we going?”
“One town over, there’s an old Victorian mansion converted to a farm-to-table place. Even this farm boy knows fine dining when I find it.”
With the door to his truck open, he helped me up and ran around the front to the driver’s side. Thankfully, it was enough time for a reassuring breath.
I could’ve used ten more.
