She laughed. “You did?”
“Yeah. I wasn’t taking it well, either.”
“I didn’t like seeing that bartender flirt with you at the bachelor and bachelorette party,” she admitted.
I was ridiculously please by that. “I don’t even remember what she looks like,” I said. “So, where do you see us heading from here?”
She gave me a confused smile. “I’m not really sure.”
I grabbed her hand. I didn’t want to come on too strong, but I wanted her to know how I felt. I might not get another chance with her. There was a fine line here, and I wanted to do it right. “I want us to try again, Sunshine. What you said about never feeling for anyone else what you felt for me? I feel that exact same way. I know I’ll never fall for anyone like I did for you.”
We sat there on the bench, the fall breeze blowing lightly around us, the sound of the river below us, and stared into each other’s eyes. We held hands and sat like that for a while. She licked her lips after taking another sip of wine, and my eyes fell to her perfect pink mouth. I was so turned on just being this close to her, and I had to fight back a groan.
My eyes came back up to hers, and I saw that she had noticed my feelings. “We should probably go.”
I closed my eyes briefly, dying to kiss her but knowing I needed to let her make the first move. I smiled at her as I stood and offered my hand. We gathered up all our stuff and started making our way back up the steps to the country club.
“Are you going to be okay to drive home?” I asked her, already thinking I should call a ride share service.
“One hundred percent not,” she laughed. “I never have this much wine, and I’m a lightweight.”
I remembered that about her. “Let me call you an Uber. I’ll wait with you while it gets here.”
And we stood in the parking lot, holding hands and reminiscing while we waited for the ride to get there.
Chapter Thirty
Sadie
The Uber pulled up and I started to get in, but Harrison grabbed my arm and pulled me back gently.
“Yeah, I’m not letting you go by yourself withhim.” He was staring at the driver with a grim look on his face.
I turned to see who it was, thinking it would be a scary looking guy with tattoos on his face or something. It wasn’t. It was an older guy who was super nice and used to be a greeter at Wal-Mart before his knees became arthritic.
“Are you serious?” I whispered.
“As a heart attack.”
“Okay. Well, I guess you can ride along. I’m not canceling him now. That’s rude,” I hissed.
The two of us slid into the car and the guy talked to us on the short drive to my house.
I waved as he pulled away and turned to Harrison. “You didn’t want to just ride back with him to your car?”
“I… wanted to stay with you.”
My eyebrows went up. “I’m not sleeping with you.”
He looked affronted. “I know that! I just… well, I guess I’m afraid I’ll wake up tomorrow and you’ll go back to hating me.”
“And if you stay here I won’t?”
He shrugged and grinned sheepishly. “I didn’t say it made sense. I could sleep on your couch.”
I sighed, but I wasn’t really mad. “That’s fine. Come on in.”
“You live close to your parents, huh?”
