Page 18 of Sweet Whiskey
“Yup,” I say, enunciating the p with my lips. “I bet by lunch it will spread that I paid for your coffee. By dinner, it will have transformed into me asking for your hand in marriage.”
She giggles. “Straight to marriage, huh? What happened to good ole fashioned courting?”
I swallow and our eyes lock. Her smile falters, and I clear my throat. “Would you… Is courting something you’d be interested in?”
Kinsey’s breath hitches. “Like in general? Or…with you?”
“With me…and my pack,” I add hesitantly. We haven’t officially discussed it, but it’s as good as done at this point.
Her eyebrows raise. “Your pack?”
“Colt and Dallas.”
“Oh,” she whispers, her lips quirking, “uhm…maybe? But like at a slow pace. My heat shouldn’t be for another few months. Oh my god, I don’t mean to mention my heat—I wouldn’t expect. Of course you could decline?—”
I put my fingers to her lips, and she quiets as I chuckle. “I know what you meant. We’ll go at any pace you need.”
She clears her throat. “I’d like that. I’m not surehow long I’m staying in town, but I’m not looking to leave anytime soon.”
I nod, tipping my hat toward her. “I can work with that.”
A light blush blooms on her cheeks, and then Connie sets our food and drinks down with a grin.
“I tossed in an extra coffee cake for ya, but don’t tell Colt,” she says with a wink.
Kinsey watches amused as I grab the bag and she grabs our drinks. I walk with her to the milk and sugar stand and watch her prepare her coffee to her liking, taking note to remember it so I can just order it for next time.
“How was the rest of your first night after we left?” I ask her.
Her hand slips, almost dropping the milk canister. She laughs nervously. “Uhm. Not bad at all. We only had one more song for the rest of the night.”
I wonder if she knows that we know Colt helped her get off in the alley, but I’m not trying toembarrass her.
“And no one cheated you on tips, right?”
Her head tilts to the side, looking up at me with a thoughtful expression, and she shrugs. “I wouldn’t really know what the going rate is, to be honest.”
Scratching my jaw, I shrug. “I wouldn’t know either. I know Dallas really had to think about it.”
Kinsey’s eyebrows shoot up. “What do you mean?”
I laugh. “Well he wasn’t sure if he left too much, it might seem like he was tipping because of the…uh, show.”
Her flush spreads, and she groans. “Oh my god. I hope he’s not too uncomfortable. I didn’t mean for it to get that far.”
“No, no, not at all,” I say quickly. “Uh, we all enjoyed it. We just didn’t want you to feel like, uh?—”
“A stripper?”
“Yeah,” I say, embarrassed. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that either. Your body, your choice. I’m just?—”
She grabs my arm, watching me with soft, amused eyes and a humored smile on her lips. “It’s okay, Brooks. I got it. It means a lot that you guys didn’t want to make me feel uncomfortable.”
Then she shifts on her feet, pulling her hand back to curl around her coffee tighter. “Did Colt tell you what happened after?”
My cheeks flame at the memory of her taste on his fingers, and my cock twitches to life. “It was kind of hard to miss.”
She groans. “God, my first night there and I perfume like a needy omega in a bar full of alphas. It’s so embarrassing.”
