I press a kiss to the top of her head. “I’ll be sure to let him know.”
“Now go!” my friends yell behind me.
Stepping into my shoes, I don’t put up any further argument. Because no matter how nervous I am for this date, I’m excited.
Because it’s another chance with Kade. The man who stole my heart and never gave it back.
Chapter Eighteen
KADE
“Are you going to be okay managing everything tonight?” I ask Reenie.
She cocks a brow at me, pinning me with a fierce look. “You know I’ve been running this place long before you got here.”
“Ouch. It sounds like you don’t need me.”
“More like I need you to keep fixing it up so we can bring in more guests and I get to keep my job.”
“All I’m good for, I see.” I laugh.
“Relax, Kade. Everything will be fine. All the guests will be taken care of. Rex has a new menu he’s testing out and they are going to love it.”
I smile at her. “I know. Rex gave me some extras.”
“Trying to woo Presley?”
I ignore her, resisting the urge to flip her off. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Reenie.”
“Not too early!” she calls out after me.
Grabbing the basket of food from my office, I head out to my truck where everything is waiting. Including Presley.
Stubborn girl as always, I couldn’t convince her to let me pick her up. Wanted to come on her own, she said.
Considering this is our first date since in six years, I don’t blame her.
“Hey, Presley.”
“Hey.”
She looks fucking stunning. In a pair of jeans, she’s wearing a simple green sweater, cowboy boots, and has her hair falling in waves around her shoulders.
I drink my fill. Her curves. The small lilt to her smile. The sparkle in her blue eyes.
I missed it. I missed it more than I can admit to myself, even now.
“You ready for dinner?” I hold up the basket.
She nods, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Yes. But before I forget, Poppy wants you to know she wants to go fishing again.”
I laugh. “I’ll make it happen. Now, hop in.” I open the passenger door of the borrowed truck for the night and get a whiff of her perfume as she settles inside.
It’s the same and different all at the same time. That sweetness to her that I wanted to live inside back when we first started dating. Something that lingered on my sweatshirts long after I left town.
Dropping the food in the backseat, I start the truck and steer it down the old worn dirt road toward the fields.
“Where are we going?” Presley asks. Her hands fiddle in her lap.
