Page 41 of Mother Clucker

I laughed. “Yeah. A couple.” I was full of them.

“Good. I want to hear them all,” David said.

“Me too. So sit down, drink up, and spill.” Drew pushed the beer closer to me.

I did just that until Lucy showed up. And then after that there might have been a round of shots . . . or two.

The band played three sets and then announced the last song and we were still there going strong.

I started to realize that although the guys seemed perfectly fine, I probably should not be driving the half an hour home after having three beers. Especially since my dinner had been some cheese and crackers I’d nibbled on while working on the video.

Maybe I wouldn’t go home . . . That random thought came careening out of nowhere.

Or maybe it hadn’t. Because David stood, reached down and asked, “May I have this dance?”

My squishy heart melted a little while my woozy brain said, “Yes.”

It turned out, David was a hell of a dancer. And even though Drew couldn’t convince him to get up and do the two step or participate in the line dancing before, when David did ask me to slow dance I never wanted the last song of the night to end.

I wasn’t going to recover easily from this. I knew that for sure.

Being in his arms was like a drug.

No, actually, more like a hot blanket that just came out of the dryer that I could wrap around me and feel completely content within.

These were dangerous thoughts. Very, very dangerous. Because he was going to be getting in his good old boy pick-up truck and heading back to Texas eventually. Probably sooner rather than later.

Where would that leave me?

Here. Alone. Again.

But when his gaze dropped to my lips I wasn’t sure I cared.

Then he dipped his head, his lips so close to mine it felt only natural to stand on my tiptoes and press my mouth against his.

We stopped moving to the music, all attention captured by the place where our lips joined.

The song ended but I didn’t care. I wasn’t there for the dancing anymore.

A gentle clearing of a throat nearby was the only thing that had David lifting his head and breaking that magical kiss.

I swiveled my gaze to see Lucy and Drew grinning next to us. I guess they’d been dancing too. I hadn’t noticed.

Holy heck. If one kiss made me this brain dead, what would full-blown sex with David Strickland do to me?

All I knew was that I wanted to find out.

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David

“I need to get some coffee or something before I drive home,” Lucy said.

“I have coffee at my place.” Drew jumped on that idea so fast I had to stifle a laugh. “You can come on back and I’ll make you some. It’s real close. Just a few miles.”

Next to me, Heather watched the action between her friend and mine, while all I wanted to do was watch her. Or maybe sit her in my lap and finish that kiss that had gotten interrupted.

“You do know coffee doesn’t sober anyone up. It just makes you a caffeinated drunk,” I said, feeling the need to get some sort of revenge since Drew had been the one to interrupt that kiss.

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