Page 57 of Sweet Escape
Wilder smirks. “I was just minding my own business, shoeing a horse, when my brother so kindly reminded me that I have yet to take you on that $1300 date I owe you.”
“Oh. Right. That.”
“You sound disappointed. Just so you know, they don’t do refunds.”
I tap my finger on my chin and smile crookedly. “Hmm. How about exchanges? Can I take Griffin instead?”
He steps dangerously close, trapping me between his hard body and the countertop. “You trying to make me jealous, Pretty Girl?”
I dramatically clutch at my chest. “Me? I would never.”
His hand wraps around the front of my throat, not squeezing, just resting there. The touch is possessive, and it makes my pussy flutter. “You’re mine.”
Feeling reckless, I brush my nose against his, speaking against his lips. “I think you meanyou’re mine.”
“The things I want to do to that sassy fucking mouth.”
“Get a room!” We startle apart at the intrusion. “Wilder Hayes, get outta my kitchen. Livie will be ready at seven o’clock tonight. You can pick her up then. Does that work for you?”
“Yes, ma'am.”
“Go on now, git.”
Wilder
I pull up outside the diner with five minutes to spare, snatch the bouquet of flowers from the passenger seat, and head inside. The bell above the door signals my arrival, and Rosie smiles when she sees me.
“You clean up nice, Hayes.” Rosie hands me the picnic basket she prepared for the date. “I’ll go get her for you.”
“Thanks, Ro.”
I rock back on my heels, a riot of nerves coursing through me. When's the last time I went on a first date? Had to have been Jess, damn near eighteen years ago now. I have no idea what I’m doing.
Footsteps approach, and I whip my head in their direction, my eyes nearly bugging out of my head. Olivia looks gorgeous in a denim vest and a flirty white skirt that cuts off above the knee, showing off her long legs ending in a brand new pair ofwhite cowboy boots. What would it be like to fuck her wearing only those boots?
She steps closer. “Eyes are up here, Big Guy.”
I inhale a long breath, her vanilla scent washing over me. The knowledge that this stunning woman is carrying my baby makes my heart leap in my chest. “You look amazing.”
“You don’t look so bad yourself. Are these for me?”
She motions to the flowers still clutched in my fist. I was so distracted that I forgot I had them. “Yeah. They’re from Mama’s greenhouse.”
She takes them and breathes them in, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “Thank you. I’ll just go put these in some water, and we can go.”
Being with Olivia is as easy as breathing. Or maybe it’s so much more than that. I’ve spent the last two years gasping for air, and she’s like the first breath of spring after endless winter, so potent I don’t know how I lived without her.
She’s practically radiating when she returns, and I cock my head to the side and drink the sight of her before I interlock our fingers and guide her through the exit. “What’s that smile for?” I ask.
She bites down on her bottom lip and glances away. “That’s the first time anyone’s given me flowers.”
I pull up short, and she inadvertently slams into my chest. “You’re joking.”
“No. You’re the first.”
And the last, I hope.
“Fucking hell, Liv. You’ve had some really shit boyfriends, huh?”
