Page 62 of Take My Name
I snort. “No, thanks.”
The Honky Tonk Tavern is a college-aged bar, and I haven’t been there in years given that I’m well above the age bracket.
“Bring Maisie!”
“I don’t think so.” I’m about to walk past them when I get an idea. “You said there’s line dancin’?”
“Yep, and girls eat that shit up.”
I have a feeling Maisie could use a night out drinking and dancing. Plus, it’ll give me an excuse to hold her close while we slow dance.
“Alright, ya know what? I’m in. I’ll bring her.”
“Hell yes!” Bodie pumps his fist in the air, then turns to Ricky, jerking a thumb over his shoulder toward me. “Now yougotta go. You’re not gonna wanna miss theseold folkstryin’ to find their rhythm.”
I cross my arms and glare. “Funny.”
Bodie grins.
Ricky sighs. “Fine, but you better teach me how to do that line dance thingy so I don’t look like an idiot.”
Bodie puts his arm around Ricky’s shoulder, and I walk away, shaking my head at him giving dancing lessons in the middle of the barn. It’s a good thing I can trust Bodie to make sure his tasks are done before leaving.
Although I showered after Maisie left last night, I need to take another one before our dinner date tonight. I stop at the Branch Haven and stock up on some floral soap, shampoo, conditioner, and a couple other things—in the event she’s ever in my shower again.
By the time I get home, I only have an hour to get ready, but when my phone rings with Silas’s photo on my screen, I pick it up.
“Kiss her yet?” he blurts when I answer.
“Is that seriously the reason you called?”
“That’s a no. You sound too grouchy for a guy who got some action.”
“That’s none of your damn business.”
“Hmm…” He ponders. “Nah, that’s still a no.”
I scoff, setting my phone down on the sink counter and putting the call on speaker so I can get undressed.
“I kissed her cheek,” I admit, deciding to give him something.
“Oh God! Alert the pope!”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “I hate you.”
He laughs and it echoes through my bathroom. “You love me. What’re your plans for tonight?”
I’ve been texting him updates but just the bare minimum, nothing too personal. Although he was reluctant about my seven-day deal at first, he’s been supportive and encouraging me to win her back after each date.
“I’m takin’ her to eat at Summit Views. Aunt JoJo’s idea.”
“Oh, shit. Does that mean you’re takin’ out the big guns?”
“If you mean my black suit, then yes. I told her to wear a dress.”
“Thatta boy!”
I snicker at his overeagerness. “Calm down.”
