Page 2 of My Three Hometown Firefighters
Idiot. Why would you even glance at another woman if you had this one on your arm?
“Did he cheat on you?”
“I don’t think so, but honestly, who knows?” She takes a sip of the wine when the bartender slides it in front of her.
I hold up my half-empty glass toward her. “Fuck him.”
She smiles, holding up her own glass. “Fuck him,” she echoes, clinking it against mine.
We both take a sip, our eyes locked the whole time. How we both manage to drink while still smiling I don’t know, but it’s sure as shit happening right now.
“What about you? Why were you in Boston?” she asks.
“Bachelor party.” I hold up my glass. “Hence why this has none of the good stuff in it.”
“Too old to be drinking all weekend?” she jokes with barely contained glee in her eyes.Is she flirting with me?
“I might be too old to drink like I did in college, but not too old for other things.”
She blushes, diverting her gaze down to her still mostly full glass of wine.
As I set my glass back down, a gust of wind howls outside, pelting more snow against the window.There’s no way we’re getting out of here tonight.
I grab my phone and start searching for a hotel nearby. Just as I suspected, most of the rooms are already booked. Everyone else is doing the same thing right now.
“Are you booking a hotel?” she asks, leaning over to look at my phone screen.
“I am.” I press the final button to reserve a room for the night in case I need it.
She rolls her eyes, andfuck me.I want to know all the things that can make her eyes roll back in her head like that.
I internally groan. Those are not the type of thoughts I should be having right now.
“That’s going to be a waste of your money,” she says, shaking her head.
“I’d rather be prepared.”
“Are you, like, a control freak or something?”
Something like that, love.“A little bit, I guess.”
She nods. “I still bet you’re wrong.”
“What are you willing to bet?” I ask, my gaze heating as I take her in and note the way she’s staring back at me.I’m not the only one feeling this.
“If the flight isn’t canceled, you have to give me your first-class seat.”
I can’t help the smirk that spreads across my face. “So, you noticed what seat I was in on the plane earlier.”
A blush creeps over her cheeks, but she gestures her hand up and down toward me. “Duh… I noticed.”
Well, damn.
“Good to know.” I take a sip of my drink for courage, like there might suddenly be alcohol in it, as I lean in closer. “If I win, you come share my unnecessary hotel room with me tonight.”
I press forward even more until my lips are right at her ear. Her breath stutters out.
“Because I sure as fuck noticed you when you walked by my seat earlier, love.”
