“Even if you did have a car, you can’t drive it,” I tell her. “You had two mint juleps.”
“Those things are lethal,” Faith says. “Miss Bettie got up on a table and sang Danny Boy last year after just one Spring Fling mint julep.”
“They were very refreshing,” Winnie says, nodding her head.
“You won’t think so tomorrow,” Mackay says. “Best take a couple of aspirins before bed.”
“So we’re settled then? All in favor of Winnie and Barrel staying at my house say aye.”
“Aye,” Faith says instantly.
“Aye,” from Mackay.
“Aye,” I say.
Winnie bites her lip in a way that is both adorable and sexy.
She really is gorgeous.
And so out of my league.
I’ve put my foot in my mouth a couple of times already with her.
But I am not going to let her sleep in that shelter, end of story. She can think whatever she wants of me at this point. It’s just not acceptable.
“Aye, aye,” Winnie says, and gives me a salute.
That makes me chuckle.
I end the call with Faith and Mackay and eye Winne. “Are you comfortable with this plan? If not, I’ll drive you to Lexington and get you a hotel for the night. But you’re not sleeping in an empty apartment or an animal shelter.”
“I’m okay with it. Thank you. It’s a kind offer. And thank you for catching Barrel earlier if I didn’t already tell you that.”
“You did, but you’re welcome. On both counts.” I flick off the water feature for my booth. “We can head out now. I’m out of samples for today so there’s no reason to hang around.”
“You promised me a bourbon sampler. I’ll have to cash in on that tomorrow.”
I shoot her a grin. “That’s probably the last thing you’re going to want tomorrow. But if you’re up for it I’m happy to share my samples with you.”
Instantly, I realize that sounds…weird.
“Are you flirting with me?” Winnie grins at me.
I groan, but I smile back because her grin is infectious. “If I am, I’m doing a terrible job at it.”
Winnie just laughs.
“My house is on Spring Street,” I say. “We can walk there if that’s fine with you.”
“Awesome. The cool night air feels amazing, honestly.” She takes another sip from the water bottle and follows me, Barrel striding by her side.
The dog’s perfect trot lasts about four steps and then he wanders off to the right, cutting me off. “We’ve been working on this,” she says, trying to tug him back to his opposite side. “It’s going amazing, as you can tell.”
“He’s had an exciting day. I’m sure we can cut him a little slack. So you’ll be working at the shelter? You obviously love animals.”
“I do.” She looks almost wistful. “They’re just so honest and pure. What is better than the unconditional love of a dog?”
“Not much. Dogs and babies. They’re the best.”
