Page 11 of The Stone Family Warrior

She gave him a dismissal wave. “No worries.”

Trent moved closer to her other side, and he had a determined look on his face. “So could I really talk you into dinner sometime this week?”

She froze, her mouth going dry. “I told you, I don’t date.”

“I don’t blame you,” Hunter called out. “I wouldn’t date him either.”

Trent scoffed. “C’mon, it’s just a catch up dinner.”

Liberty felt her hands get clammy, and she wanted to bolt.

“Just a sec,” Trent said, turning back to her. “I just have to tell my brother something.” He walked away.

She got back in the car and drummed her fingers anxiously on the wheel while she watched Trent and Hunter talk.

Finally, Hunter drove off, waving at her as he passed by.

She waved back.

Trent walked back to her car.

Nervous energy buzzed inside her. Dang, the man was gorgeous.

He put his hand on the side of the car, leaning down so they were face to face. “So are we on for dinner tonight or what?”

She gazed at his beautiful face, particularly his green eyes. There was no doubt that he could pass for a male model with his towheaded blond hair, long on top and shaved on the sides. A line from Casablanca crossed her mind, a line she and Cheryse used to quote all the time. “Out of all the gin joints in the world, you step into mine,” she muttered, smiling at him.

He laughed. “Do you remember that we all watched that movie right before I tried to kiss you.”

It made her stupidly happy that he remembered. She nodded.

He pointed at her. “Actually, I think you’re back in my town.”

“Is it yourtown?”

“For the next two weeks, it is.”

She nodded.

“So no date, then?” He questioned.

She shook her head. “Sorry, you won’t be able to slay me.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. You’ll be in South Port through Christmas, then?”

“Uh...” The thought of Christmas jolted her. She hadn’t been thinking about the holiday—and she’d made a point of it. “Guess so.”

“Hunter left me, so I could use a friend to hang out with.”

“And join in on the whole codependent thing,” she said, quoting them from earlier. “I don’t think so.”

His face reddened. “Yeah.”

“Wait, is Trent Stone blushing?” She couldn’t believe herself. Was she flirting with him? Who was she?

“I can’t believe you overheard my whole conversation with my brother.”

She winked at him. “Kind of hard not to hear you two.”

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