“Just water?”
She nods. “Lizzie makes delicious nonalcoholic drinks too. I suggest the piña colada, if you like coconut.”
“Oh, that sounds good. I’ll try that,” I reply before making my way to the hallway and slipping inside the restroom. There are two other women in there, standing at the mirror and complimenting each other on their outfits. I move to the available stall, trying not to listen to their conversation, but not really able to avoid it.
“I heard he’s seeing someone from out of town,” one says.
“Because he’s already dated everyone from in town,” the second replies with a chuckle.
I finish my business and exit the stall. As I approach the sinks, they step out of the restroom, leaving me to it. I wash my hands and dry them on a paper towel, and the moment I pull open the door, I practically walk straight into a wall.
No, not a wall exactly.
A wall of muscle.
“Miss me already?” Cade asks, grinning widely.
“Like a cold,” I tease, earning a laugh.
“If you’re under the weather, I’d be happy to keep you comfortable and warm,” he says, waggling his eyebrows.
I snort and shake my head. “You’re incorrigible.”
“True story,” he replies, sobering. “Here.”
“What’s this?” I ask, taking the napkin he offers.
He just grins, waiting for me to look. I realize quickly it’s a phone number.
His phone number.
“I know you said you were seeing someone, so I’m not asking you for your number. I’m a lot of things, but I don’t poach another man’s woman. However, if you were to break up, well, then you’re free game.” He points to the napkin. “And you can call me. Or text. I’m not picky.”
I open my mouth, prepared to hand him back the napkin, but nothing comes out.
“When he singles you up, Oaklee, give me a call.”
He walks away with a grin, leaving me standing in the hallway, staring after his retreating body. I clear my throat, shove the napkin into my pocket, and head back to my table. Just as I approach it, I spot Cade at the jukebox. He searches the screen for a minute, and the moment the Trisha Yearwood song is over, a new one starts.
I recognize it instantly.
Our eyes connect as the lyrics start, and even though I’ve heard this song a few times before, it’s the first time I actually start listening to the words. The sexiest grin spreads across his lips and he starts belting out the words, drawing everyone’s attention. A few people sing along, but my attention is riveted on the man watching me.
“Oh my God, he’s got it so bad. He’s ridiculous,” Charli mutters before laughing.
I’m lost in a sea of ocean-blue eyes with a phone number burning a hole in my pocket. I won’t call it, of course, not while I’m dating Lance. I’ll probably toss the napkin in the trash when I get back to the hotel. I’m positive I won’t ever use it, but it’s a bit flattering, nonetheless.
Shaking my head, I try to push all thoughts of Cade’s antics out of my head.
That’s a tad difficult, considering he’s still standing at the jukebox, belting out Jordan Davis’s “Singles You Up.”
Maybe I’ll have another alcoholic drink after all…
CHAPTER
THREE
Cade
