That’s a plus.
We each chug a bottle of water and then look around at the thinned-out crowd. It’s late. We’ve been drinking all night, and we probably should’ve had a better plan, but when Mary Lou showed back up in Infinity Ridge earlier today, the only plan was a night out.
Lord knows I’ve needed it.
Now I need my bed.
Sleep…yes, that would be good. Dreams of horses or that one guy who asked me to dance a few songs ago—that would be preferable.
Not dreaming of another cowboy who caused my heart to race.
He’s not for me.
I go to drink more water, but it’s empty. “Crap,” I mutter. “I drank it all.”
Suzanne hands me hers. “Here, you can drink this.”
I lift it up, but there’s nothing in there either. “Empty.”
“Whomp, whomp,” Mary Lou says and then laughs.
Someone clears their throat, and I glance over to see a very tall drink of water—or maybe even something a little spicier—staring down at me.
“Hello,” his gravelly voice says.
“Hello to you.”
He smiles, and my heart sputters a little. Stupid alcohol. He’s cute. Light brown hair, deep blue eyes, and perfect teeth. Which I like.
Teeth are a big thing.
He’s not as built as Tristan.
I stop that thought right in its tracks. I amnotcomparing men to him.
No.
Not just no—hellno.
“Would you like to dance?” the handsome stranger asks.
Suzanne and Mary Lou giggle. I nod slightly. “Sure, I’d love to.”
He extends his hand, and I take it, letting him pull me toward the dance floor. It’s a slow dance—of course it is. When he asked, it was a couples’ line dance that I could do with my eyes closed and several drinks down, but now I have no choice but to be close to him.
I don’t know why my mind has decided this is a bad thing.
However, I let him pull me against him, my hand on his shoulder, the other on his chest. He smells good, so there’s that.
I smile up at him. “I’m Lark, by the way.”
“I know who you are,” he says with a smile.
“You do?”
“Everyone knows you. Your family is a big deal in Infinity Ridge.”
This was true at a time when we were selling more horses than we could keep and weren’t ass up in debt, but I’m not going to correct him. “Seems you have me at a disadvantage then. I don’t know who you are.”
