Page 67 of Stay with Me

“But it wasn’t her only cherry I took,” Jax announced.

Oh double God ...

Roxy’s head whipped toward him, an eager look creeping onto her pretty face. “Do tell?”

Nick turned around again.

A sexy, lazy grin appeared on Jax’s lips. “No. She never had apple pie. I changed that this morning.”

“You’ve never had apple pie?” she exclaimed.

“Here we go again,” I muttered.

Jax wasn’t done. Nope. Not at all. His eyes met mine, and something in them caused a shiver to go low in my belly. “I also broke her into Waffle House.”

My mouth dropped open. “How did you know I’d never been there before?”

“Honey, I know things.” Our gazes held, and yep, that shiver increased, because he was saying something entirely different that had nothing to do with Waffle House, tequila, or apple pies.

But definitely had something to do with cherries.

“Last night was the first time you got drunk?” Nick spoke, surprising the hell out of me.

Roxy nodded as she headed for a girl who was waving her hand like she’d been standing there for ten minutes when it had only been like ten seconds.

“What did you drink?” he asked.

“Tequila,” answered Jax, winking at me. “She was liking some tequila.”

Nick’s lips pressed together. “That’s some strong shit.”

“Well, I’m never, ever drinking again,” I told him, heading for where my apron was stashed. With all the seasoned bartenders behind the bar, I needed to be out on the floor helping Pearl since Gloria was MIA.

Nick nodded. “Okay.”

“Likenever.”

There was a tiny movement in his lips, like he was so close to smiling. “Gotcha.”

I stared at him a moment, actually stopped in the middle of the floor behind the bar, and stared at Nick. “Tequila is a dirty whore,” I told him.

A low, husky chuckle slipped out of him. “I’ve heard that before.”

My lips split into a smile.

Jax’s hand wrapped around mine. “You’re coming with me.”

My gaze went from Jax’s face to where his hand closed around mine. “Going where?”

He didn’t answer, but gently tugged me along, walking me past the apron and toward the exit of the bar. More curious than annoyed, I let him lead me down the hall to the office. He pulled me inside, shutting the door, and I remembered the last time he’d done this. He’d kissed me, but it hadn’t been a real kiss.

Jax didn’t let go of my hand as he leaned against the edge of the desk, and he didn’t say anything.

I shifted my weight from one foot to the next and tried to pull my hand back, but he didn’t let go. “What?”

“I want to take you out on a date Sunday.”

“What?” I hadn’t expected that. Nope.

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