Oh, is that what we are?
I take out my rage on the shaker again.
“So, you wouldn’t mind if I asked her on a date then?”
Duke grabs his shoulder. “Scott, there is nothing I’d love more than to see Dallas happy.” He says it like it’s a threat, his words clipped.
“Four lemon drops!” I shout.
The bridesmaid bounces over. She takes her time grabbing the shots, letting her side press up to Duke. He smilesdown at her, and I have no idea why I feel it like a knife in the pit of my stomach.
“In that case, Dallas, would you go out on a date with me?” Scott smiles.
I lean forward between the two men. “I wouldloveto.”
Duke grabs his beer and chugs the entire thing before slamming it down on the bar.
16
DALLAS
“Ihave to say, I’m not the biggest fan of him asking you out while you were at work. You’re kind of trapped there. Makes it seem like you have to say yes if you want a good tip,” Rosie says, dusting blush over her cheeks.
Monroe nods in agreement. “That’s exactly what I was thinking. How old is he?”
She’s swirling a glass of prosecco around with her manicured hand. Opening night for her concert is tomorrow, so tonight, we’re all going out to the bars in Nashville. Monroe is so stunning; sometimes, it’s hard to look at her without staring. She has short, white blond hair and electric blue eyes.
“He’s, like, in his early forties. He has some gray hair, which is kind of hot.” I’m touching up my natural curls with a tiny curling wand.
“I guess it couldn’t hurt to go on a few dates with him. Has he been texting you?”
My phone buzzes right then, Scott’s name lighting up the screen. Or rather, the nickname I gave him.
Oldie Oil Man
What concert are you going to?
“Yes. I told him I’m in Nashville for the weekend because he wanted to go on a date tonight.” I tap out a response, letting him know it’s for Monroe Blue’s concert.
“How does he feel about you having kids? Does he have any?” Dolly asks as she puts her earrings in.
I set the phone down and grab my glass of prosecco. “I haven’t exactly told him about the boys yet.”
She raises a brow. “Oh?”
I shrug. “I just don’t think it’s his business until I’ve decided if I even like him.”
Rosie laughs. “I love you. And you’re damn right.”
“Ladies, our ride is here.” Holden knocks on the doorframe.
“Okay, we’re ready!” Rosie says, hopping up off the sofa.
The house we’re staying in is more like a mini mansion in the heart of Nashville. Monroe’s team had everything set up for us—stocked the kitchen with food and a new makeup line that’s sponsoring the entire weekend. Everything is sleek and fancy, a far cry from the drugstore makeup I’ve been using since the apartment fire. She also generously opened up her closet to us and insisted we raid it since she’d never get the chance to wear it all. Rosie dived in headfirst, choosing an outfit for me. I love the denim miniskirt and red fringe vest. It fits me perfectly, showing off a sliver of my stomach and making my boobs look perkier than they havein years. She paired it with expensive, tall crimson boots with a thick heel.
I dab my lips with matching lipstick.
“Damn, girl, people aren’t going to believe you’re a twin mom when you do tell them!” Monroe says, looping her elbow through mine.
