Page 29 of Butter My Biscuit

“I don’t even want to know how you know that,” I tell him.

“London told me.”

London is his little sister, who is obsessed with Taylor. She even learned how to play the guitar because of her. To be honest, she’s really good too.

“Of course she did,” I tell him. “It’s amazing though. I love it. Might be my new fave.”

My eyes scan around the room again, and then I lean forward and whisper, “It’s romantic in here.”

“Perfect place for a date.”

He glances out the window, and a woman meets his gaze. She immediately smiles, and he gives her a side grin.

The woman takes a second glance over her shoulder, and he doesn’t break eye contact until she’s out of view.

“That’s what I want to learn. You did it so flawlessly.”

“What?” He takes a sip of wine, bringing his attention back to me.

“You have the female gaze. It literally makes anyone seem like they’re the only person you see.”

“Please. You give me too much credit.”

“You have to teach me how to do that.”

“It’s basic flirting, princess. You just give the person your undivided attention, like your world surrounds them.”

He relaxes his shoulders, tilts his head, then leans a little closer. “Then, you ask questions because you’re actually interested in what someone has to say.”

The candle flickers as he picks up his wine and sips. After setting his glass down, he licks his lips, then activates that cute little side grin as he stares into my eyes. Slowly, his gaze slides down to my bottom lip, then back up again. “If you could have one wish in the world, what would it be?”

I ask myself why my heart is fluttering as I swallow hard. Somehow, he’s stolen my breath away as I look for my words.

“Wow, I felt that,” I whisper, realizing I was mesmerized for a brief moment. “Yes, I need to learn these skills.”

“Yes, teach you I will.”

I snicker at his Yoda talk as he leans his back against the booth and relaxes.

When the conversation has a brief pause, the server walks over.

“I’m sorry. I haven’t even looked at the menu yet. Can I have another minute?”

She smiles between us and nods before disappearing into the large room. I focus on the words on the page, wondering what the alcohol content is in that wine because my head is swimming.

“I think I’m gonna have steak and shrimp.”

I close the menu. “I’ll have that too.”

“Medium rare,” we say in unison.

“Only way to eat it,” he confirms.

When the server returns, he orders for the both of us, and then we’re back to the conversation.

“What do you want in a relationship?” Harrison asks me. “I want to make sure I’m picking the right dude.”

“Someone attractive, hardworking, and not married. Seriously not that picky. I just don’t want another dud. I need a man who knows how to wine and dine, but also isn’t afraid to commit.”

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