Page 174 of Sassy Love
“Do we need to order an Uber before they give away our reservation?” I ask Laws.
“Our ride’s already here.”
“Oh. Well, let’s go.”
“Let’s.” Millie walks for the doors, Henry keeping up—almost.
I chuckle a laugh at her. Someone’s hungry.
The double doors glide open, and we spill out onto the sidewalk, right in front of a new grey Chevrolet Colorado sitting by the curb. Lawson opens the front passenger door. “You ride up front with me...” He waves a hand, gesturing for me to climb in.
“Laws?” I glance between the luxurious interior and his handsome damn face.
“I’m your driver tonight.”
Millie’s hand presses over her mouth. The little shit is trying not to laugh, I swear.
“This isyours?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Lawson,” I say, stunned, searching his face. The pickup is impressive. It’s so Lawson.
“Perk of the new job. You’re looking at the newest executive HR recruiter for Goldman Sachs.”
“That’s incredible!” I throw my arms around his neck. “Congratulations, Laws. You deserve it.”
I break away, and he ushers me into the car. With a slap to my ass, he closes the door with a wink and then helps Henry with Millie.
I twist in my seat. “Did you know about this?”
She shrugs in her seat in the spacious back row.
She damn well knew, alright.
I’m happy for Laws—I am—but something doesn’t sit right with his new job. Lawson’s the good guy, he’s the one people go to when they need an ally. He’s the one who fights for the right thing, always.
He’s a people person.
The man himself slides into the driver’s seat as Henry closes his own door. Laws fires up the pickup and slides it into gear. It rumbles, and he sits there for a moment, hands on the wheel, seemingly lost in some sort of trance.
“Young man, I am not getting any younger back here.” Millie’s words have the four of us cracking up. Laws flicks the turn signal and pulls away from the curb. And fifteen minutes roll by, along with the city lights of the only home I’ve ever known. Finally finding a parking spot, Lawson swings the big pickup into the space like he’s been doing it his whole life.
I guess he has.
Maybe it’s true... you can take the boy out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of the boy. Or is it the man out of the mountains?
The little Italian restaurant is lit up. The red and white tables inside are almost full. It’s busy.
My door opens, and Laws extends a hand. “Come on, Princess. I’m starving.”
The memory of our countertop picnic floods back into my mind, but I manage to climb out of the truck and help Mills down.
Once inside, the maître d’ checks our booking before taking us to our table for four. Settling in, I sit beside Lawson as Henry sits in front of me across the table.
“Nope this will not do,” Millie mutters. She pats Henry on the shoulder. “Carlie, honey, take my seat. I want to see this handsome face while I slurp up spaghetti.”
“Seriously, Mills?” I rise and take the spot by Henry. Now I’m facing Laws, and he shoots me a happy smile. These two are adorable. Millie sinks into the seat by Lawson, and Henry reaches across the table, taking both her hands as she sighs and says, “That’s better.”
