Page 64 of Win Big

“Okay, we’ve done our duty tonight. Let’s head back closer to my condo. There’s a little place near there I like.”

“A bar?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

He was right; usually I’d be planning things out and making sure we were going to the best place to be seen. I said I want to go home; but the truth is, I want to spend more time with him.

Dammit.

“You’re a pretty crazy basketball fan,” I comment.

“I figured it would get us some attention.”

“You mean you did that on purpose?”

“Well, sort of. I was having fun. But it did cross my mind.”

“Oh, you’re good.”

“Why, thank you,” he says with false modesty.

A short drive later we pull into a parking lot behind a little place on Washington. Inside, it’s dark and crowded, lots of patrons standing at a long center table, the tables along one wall full, and more people at the bar.

“Yikes.” I survey the busy place.

“No worries. Hang on.” He disappears into the crowd and a moment later reappears, beckoning me to follow him. I make my way through the people and he leads me to a small table in the corner.

“Hi,” the pretty woman with him says to me. She obviously works there, as she’s holding menus, but she doesn’t look pleased to see me. She lays the menus down on the table. “Your server is Cam. He’ll be right with you.”

I raise my eyebrows at Wyatt as I shrug out of my jacket and drape it over the back of my chair. “Special treatment?”

“I’m a regular.” As usual, he helps me with my chair before sitting himself.

“A regular here? Or with that woman?”

“That woman’s name is Abby, and she works here, and since I’m a regular here she knows me.” He holds my gaze steadily. “But that’s it.”

I flatten my lips together briefly. “It’s doesn’t matter.”

He still holds my gaze.

“Okay, that was snippy. I’m sorry.”

“She flirts with me. She’d probably go out with me if I asked her. I haven’t.”

“You don’t have to explain to me.”

“Iwantto explain to you.”

I regard him for a long, heated moment. Okay, yes, I felt a pang of jealousy.

What is wrong with me? This shouldn’t be happening! I shouldn’t have all these feels... the good ones and the bad ones.

“D’you want something to eat?” Wyatt picks up a menu,

“Mmm, sure. Maybe a snack.”

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