“Your club,” I said, reading between the lines.
He nodded.
“Take the detour, Kitten,” he coaxed.
He made it sound so simple. He made me wish I could. I just needed a little more time to figure it out. To plan what I would say. As much as I wanted to be a free spirit like Riggs, I didn’t know how. I didn’t know how to live life with no direction.
He dropped my hand and signaled the waitress for the check.
“I’ve got to get back to the city. I have a job I need to do, but we’ll talk more, and if you need help throwing caution to the wind, I’m your guy,” he said, seeing the apprehension in my eyes. He winked at me, enticing me to take him up on his offer.
Throwing caution to the wind with Riggs was probably a bad idea…a really bad idea but oh, so tempting.