“Bistro,” he said, starting the engine.
“Ooh, I love the Bistro.”
He chuckled. “I do too.”
“Are you always on time to dates?” I asked as we drove.
“Haven’t been on a date in a long time,” he said. “But Sundance and Rocky have always driven home that on time is late, early is on time.”
“Let’s roll back to you ‘haven’t been on a date in a long time.’”
He chuckled. “You’re the first in ten years.”
“Shut the front door. How old are you?”
“Thirty-four.”
“You haven’t been on a date since you were twenty-four?”
He smiled. “Yep.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Haven’t ever met anyone I wanted to take out. There’s plenty of pussy at the club if I need to get laid, so it hasn’t come up.”
“You’ve never met anyone with whom you want to have a more meaningful relationship?”
“What do I need a woman for?” he asked.
I sighed. He had a point. “I don’t actually have an answer for that.”
He laughed, reaching over and taking my hand. “I’m open to whatever comes, Breezy. I like you. I’m looking forward to getting to know you.”
“What about Fox?”
“What about him?”
“I just want to be assured that if things don’t work out with whateverthisis, it won’t affect him negatively.”
“I won’t let it.”
“You say that, but if emotions are high and my feelings are hurt, I’m nervous I’ll take it out on you, and you’ll take that out on Fox.”
“Whoa,” he said. “Why are you expecting thatyourfeelings are gonna be hurt?”
I shrugged, unable to honestly answer his question.
He squeezed my hand. “Breezy, I’m gonna need you to answer that.”
“Because you’re you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, parking behind the restaurant.
I blushed and faced the window. “I’m not ready to tell you that yet.”
He released my hand, climbing out of the truck and walking to my side, lifting me down and pushing me gently against the door. “You are beautiful, Sabrina.”
“I’m not fishing for compliments, Stoney.”
