“Wait. You would really do that for me? Even with the snowstorm season approaching?”
Did she really think I wouldn’t? It seems I have a lot to prove to this beautiful woman.
“In a heartbeat. I can do whatever I want. Did you already forget how badass I am at my job, Ms. Meadows?” I tease her jokingly.
“Oh, so sorry, Mr. Lineman. My apologies.” Collie’s voice takes on an amused tone. “Then please, come be my little bitch and get to work. Or should I give you a pole to dance on instead?”
My girl would soak her pretty silk panties if she saw me work a pole.
“Just say the word, beautiful.”
“I miss you,” she blurts out, causing my body to freeze in the best way possible. “Miss you calling me that, too.”
“Well, you are. I’ll remind you more often if it reassures you how beautiful you are to me. And I miss you too, Collie.”
A long pause draws out, and I have a feeling she wants to say something. “You good?” I mumble.
“Hey, so I wanted to ask you something. You can totally say no. No pressure. I know how busy you are. But remember how Capri gets married in a month?”
She’s going to ask me to be her date and make my fucking life.
I can feel it.
“Yes,” I stammer impatiently.
“Well, I was wondering if you would want to come?”
I smile to myself. “That’d be a little strange to come alone since I don’t exactly know Capri, Collie.”
I’m fucking with her. I just want to hear her say the words.
Ask me to be your date, beautiful.
“Don’t play stupid, Easton Voss. I know your games.”
“Say it, Collie Meadows. Ask me what you really want to ask.” My voice is dead serious, my insides buzzing with heat, knowing come hell or high water, Iwillbe at that wedding.
No take-backs now.
“Will you come with me as my date?”
With my pretty girl on my arm.
“I thought you’d never ask. I’d love to be your date.”
“Okay, cool. Cool. Yeah. Sounds good.” She’s trying to play it off, but I know inside she’s reeling—excited. “Can’t wait for you to meet Mrs. Trunchbull.”
Almost forgot about her mother. “Bet you I can get her to smile at me.”
“Ha!” Collie howls. “Good luck with that one. The woman barely smiles at her own husband.”
Hmmm. “So, what should we play for, then?”
“Ohhhh, we’re making a real game out of this one?”
“It’s kind of our thing, so why not?” I tell her, knowing I have my work cut out for me with Mrs. Meadows.
“Okay. Deal. If I win, you owe me a lap dance.”Thirsty girl.
