He stands up straight and lifts his chin. “I’ll be a perfect gentleman. I won’t grab your ass or cop a feel. Unless you want me to.”
I roll my eyes and shake my head. “You’re incorrigible.”
“That’s code for amazing.”
I snicker at his obnoxiousness. “Fine, but we’re buying the mix too. I’m not downing a bunch of shots of tequila. I have to work tomorrow.”
“Fine, fine. One shot. We’ll banish the loser and then toast to your new boyfriend with margaritas.”
“You’re not my boyfriend.”
“Man friend? Yeah, I like that better. I’m all man, anyway.”
My eyes completely betray me, dropping to take in his jean-clad legs and fitted T-shirt that hugs every muscle he has.
“Eyes up here, Oaklee. You start objectifying your man friends and they’ll get the wrong idea,” he states with a wink. “Anything else you want with your nachos and tequila?”
I glance in my basket. “Cookies.”
“Done,” he replies, not even questioning the request. “I’ll be ten minutes behind you.”
My jaw drops open, ready to stop this entire farce, but nothing comes out.
“See you soon, Oaklee.”
Before I can say anything, he takes off to get cookies, holding a bottle of tequila. I watch him until he rounds the corner at the back of the store and disappears.
This is a huge mistake.
I should go find him, take the tequila I was planning to purchase, and head home.
Alone.
Yet, that’s not what I do. I slowly make my way to the register and place my basket on the conveyor belt. The young woman rings up my purchase, and without giving it a single thought, I swipe my card while she bags my groceries.
“Thank you,” I mutter, grabbing the two bags and heading for my Jeep.
As I place the two bags in the passenger seat and climb behind the wheel, I know exactly what I should do. I should wait for him to come out and decline his offer. This has bad idea written all over it with Sharpie marker.
But, again, that’s not what happens.
Instead, I put my Cherokee into reverse and back out of the spot. I drive a little faster to get home, hoping I have a few extra minutes to pick up and freshen up before he gets there.
Wait.
Just as I pull onto the main route through town to head to my little rental house, something hits me.
How in the world does he know where I live?
CHAPTER
SEVEN
Cade
The moment she opens her door, I ask, “How many times have you thought about canceling?”
“How did you know where I live?” she counters with her own question.
