Page 109 of That First Date

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Marc grumbles.

“I think it’s pretty awesome.” I shoulder bump him. “Don’t listen to this grumpy cat.”

Marc looks down at his watch after he finishes his drink in record time. “We should get back to the group. Can we get a pitcher of sangria and a pitcher of beer to bring to the patio?”

She wipes the counter. “You got it.”

Marc leans into me, whispering in my ear. “I can’t wait for this night to be over to crawl into bed with you.”

“Oh yeah?”

He presses a kiss to the spot right below my ear. “Yes. You look so fucking beautiful in this little dress. You’ve been tempting me all afternoon, wishing I had my head buried under this dress and eating your tight, wet cunt.”

“Marc! You can’t talk like that in public.”

“You’re lucky I’m only just talking about it and not actually doing it.” His hand slides up my thigh and under my dress, inching his way closer to my core, sending desire coursing through me. “You’re thinking about it too, aren’t you?”

“I’m always thinking about it with you.” I exhale a long breath, taking a long swig of champagne. “You are very good at working that tongue of yours.”

“Mmm,” he murmurs into my throat, before he grips the back of my neck pulling me in for a kiss.

“Ohh, la la,” the bartender coos. “Newlyweds?”

“Oh no.” I shake my head.

“Just engaged,” Marc answers for me, in a deep steady voice that makes my heart flutter.

“Adorable.” She offers us a smile. “Here’s the pitchers.”

“You can put it all on our tab…” Marc starts. “I’m sorry, we never got your name.”

“Macey.”

“Thank you, Macey.” He hands her three crisp hundred dollar bills. “Keep that for yourself.”

Her mouth falls open and tears prick her eyes. “Thank you. So much.”

“It was so nice to meet you. If you’re ever in the city, look me up. I’m Avery Woods!”

“Avery Woods?” She tilts her head in question. “That name sounds so familiar, but I can’t pinpoint right now where I know it from.”

“I’m not sure. I’ve never been to Montana.” I laugh.

“Hmm. Not sure either.” She shrugs a shoulder. “Regardless, it was nice meeting you guys. Thank you for the tip and I hope you two have a fun trip.”

“Thank you,” Marc says before he wraps his free arm around my shoulders and we head back to the patio.

“‘Bout time,” Todd snickers. “Thought you two got lost.”

“The bartender was new,” Marc deadpans.

“How hard is it to make a pitcher of sangria and beer?” he scoffs.

“Hey,” Bill cuts him off. “If she’s new, give her the benefit of the doubt, Todd. You never know what’s going on with people.”

Todd nods. “You’re right, sir.”

“So Vivian,” Cathy changes the subject, a weary tone in her voice with how she says her name. “Tell us about your upcoming wedding? We never got a chance to talk about it on the lake trip.”

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