“Alcohol. We need alcohol.”
He grabs two bottles of wine and a bag to put them in, then adds two more. Then he grabs my hand again.
He turns toward the door, clearly planning to leave without a word to anyone.
Shit!
“Dutton,” I say and he jerks his hands back.
He spins to face me.
“We can’t just steal these,” I whisper snap.
“It's not stealing when my family owns this place,” he says with a grin.
“Oh,” is my only reply.
For a moment there, I thought I was going to be an accomplice to something illegal. It was slightly exciting.
I nod, ready to continue on with whatever adventure Dutton is about to introduce us to, but he doesn't move.
“Books?” My nickname is definitely his way of flirting.
“What?”
“Are you bummed that we aren't stealing these?”
“No.”
He chuckles and then hands me the bag of wine bottles. Miraculously, someone else walks into the room at that exact moment and spots us.
“Hey, Dutton, how's it going?”
“It’s about to be great, Dan. How's it going for you?”
“Can’t complain. Do you want me to add those to your tab?”
Dutton looks at me and winks.
“Nope, Books here was planning to steal them.”
My gasp can be heard states away.
Okay, maybe not, but it’s loud.
“Dutton!” I scold, and he barks out a laugh.
“See, just being around you makes everything about my day better.”
He backs up, pulling me by the bag.
“Yes, Dan, add these to my tab. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Have a good evening, you two.”
“Oh, we will,” Dutton answers, and even though I know I'm ten shades of red in the face right now, his playful side is new for me, and I won’t lie, I like it.
I likehim.
