Page 39 of Forever Player

“I’ll catch you later.” He winks with a sleazy grin.

He walks away.

“You did not just get picked up by another man when you’re with me,” I grumble as the hostess finally leads us to the booth we will be sitting at. She places some menus on the table and we thank her. She takes off with a smile.

“We aren’t together,” Willow reminds me.

“Tonight, you’re here with me,” I tell her.

“I’m liking this domineering side of you, Brett,” she replies flirtatiously.

“Willow, we both know you like my domineering side,” I retort, looking into her eyes. She blushes knowing damn well she liked how I took over in bed when we were together.

She clears her throat. “We came out tonight to discuss co-parenting.”

“Hell no, we came out tonight to have fun. Now, what would you like to drink because I plan on getting you on that dance floor.”

A waitress comes by, just in the nick of time.

“I’ll have a double whiskey.”

“I’ll have the same,” Willow orders.

I cock my brow.

“I haven’t had a drink since that night, Brett. I deserve this,” she says.

The waitress leaves and returns a couple of minutes later.

She places the double shots in front of us.

I lift mine. “To our future.”

Willow does a double take when I say that, but she clinks her glass with mine and we both drink them down.

“Are we going to dance?” I ask. We’ve already eaten dinner.

“After I take another shot, sure,” she replies.

I call over the waitress and Willow orders another double so I do the same, but this is where I cut myself off.

We take the shots. My blood is pumping warm in my system.

“Now we dance,” I say.

“Do you even know how to dance like this?” She laughs.

“No,” I deadpan. “But I’m a quick study.”

“I bet you are, but I think we should sit this one out.”

There is some kind of country swing dancing going on and I am not one to shy away from a challenge.

“Come on, Willow,” I urge, taking her hand.

“This is a bad idea.”

“I disagree,” I reply.

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