Page 38 of The Best Friend's Billionaire Brother
The restaurant lived up to its fancy name. Most of the men were in suits and ties, and there Wyatt was, sticking out like a sore thumb in his working man’s attire. Gabby didn’t seem to mind, though. If she did, she was doing a good job of hiding it. As for Gabby, she was not only the best dressed but the best-looking woman in the whole establishment.
Wyatt sat back and held his midsection. The meal he’d ordered was beyond delicious and filling. “I don’t think I’ll be able to eat for a week.”
Chuckling, Gabby nodded. “Me too, but it was so good.”
“Had you been here before?” he asked, leaning forward with his arms on the table.
“No, Carrie Anne was the one who suggested it. Apparently, Israel brought her here once.”
“Oh,” Wyatt replied and looked around the restaurant. “Yeah, I can see Carrie Anne enjoying a place like this.”
Gabby shot him a smile. “You would have preferred something a little less fancy, huh?”
He shrugged. “This is nice.”
“But…” She drew out the word.
“It’s stuffy. I like places where it's lively and fun. Where a couple can dance and laugh and not feel like they’re interrupting other people.” He could sure picture dancing with Gabby, her head back with a throaty laugh, him loving the way she felt in his arms. Maybe this was the best place to take her. He had less of a chance of getting himself into trouble.
She waited a beat, catching her bottom lip in her teeth, and then grinned. “Then let’s go.”
He blinked. “You’d want to go dancing?”
“Why not? These boots are comfortable, and I don’t know that I’ve ever been asked to go dancing. It could be fun.”
No one had ever asked her to go dancing? That was a crime. Wyatt leaned forward a little more. “Gabby, would you like to go dancing?”
She giggled. “I’d love to.”
He stood and pulled out his wallet, tossing down enough bills that he was positive would cover their meal and the tip. As he held his hand out to her, he said, “Then let’s go.”
Gabby slipped her hand into his, and it was electric. Little zaps of electricity rocketed through him and made his head swim. Had there ever been a time when a woman made him feel like this? Excited, happy, content? A bull ride didn’t even compare, and not too long ago, he would have said bull riding was everything. He couldn’t say that with conviction right that moment. Not when he compared it to spending time with Gabby.
Once they left the restaurant, they drove around until they spotted a place that seemed to fit what they were looking for. Inside, it sported booths and tables on the outside of a dance floor. The music was a little loud, but not too bad. Most of the people were in jeans and t-shirts. It was what Wyatt called casual and easy.
“I think I’m overdressed now.” Gabby snuggled closer to Wyatt, tickling his ear as she spoke.
He shook his head. “Not hardly. You’re perfect.”
They found a table and sat, waiting for a song they both liked. Wyatt hoped for something slow and longer than three minutes, but he had a feeling that however long the song might be, it wouldn’t be long enough.
Gabby looked around. “I’m surprised the place is so busy on a Wednesday night.”
“Yeah, me too, but I guess this could be someone’s Friday.” He smiled.
As she brought her gaze back to his, she said, “I hadn’t thought about it like that, but you have a point.” The smile that stretched on her lips made him glad he was sitting down. She had to have the most incredible smile of any he’d ever seen. He couldn’t remember a time when a woman had smiled his way and affected him like that.
Instead of waiting for a slow song, they went to the dance floor and joined in with the other people. Several tunes played before Wyatt got his wish for a slow song. Pulling her close as the song began, he slid his arm around her waist. How many times had he hugged her? Plenty, and none of them felt this strange. She fit against him so perfectly, like she was personally designed for him.
“Those fast songs were fun, but I’m glad to get a little break,” she said as they moved around the dance floor.
Wyatt agreed but for way different reasons. “I’ll definitely need a shower before I hit the sack tonight.”
She laughed. “Me too, but I’ve enjoyed this.”
“I’m glad. I can’t believe you’ve never been dancing. Those Charleston men don’t know what’s fun.”
“Oh, I was too busy for dating.”
