Page 84 of Let's Get Textual

Zach: Um, no. Our date is not new goats.

Me: What could possibly woo me more than baby goats?

Zach: Me. ;-)

Me: You’re an okay second choice.

Me: Do I need to dress fancy or anything?

Zach: Do you think I’m made of money or something? I send you ONE couch and suddenly I’m loaded. *rolls eyes*

Me: Zachary…

Zach: It’s casual attire. Jeans are acceptable. Or nudity. I think they’re good with that too.

Me: Always trying to get me naked.

Zach: I think my powers of persuasion are broken since it hasn’t happened yet.

Me: There’s always tomorrow. ;-)

“The Ranch House? Did you bring me to a back-road country bar?”

“One, no. Two, hell no. I don’t do country.”

“I bet you’d look sexy in a pair of Wranglers and cowboy boots.”

“Stop it right now. I’m just as sexy in my fandom shirts.”

“You are. I especially liked your Baby Groot shirt.” I squeeze his hand. “Come on, take me inside this fancy ranch house already. I’m dying to know what it is.”

We exit the car and I’m careful to hold my skirt down, not wanting to flash anyone.

“Did I tell you how much I love that skirt you’re wearing?” Zach asks, coming up behind me.

He’s pressed against me, a hand gently resting on my lower back, his mouth at my ear. I shiver and he chuckles.

“Your ears are sensitive, aren’t they?” I nod and his lips brush below my most sensitive spot.

Another shiver. More chuckles.

I gasp when his lips meet my exposed neck, and I’m thankful I wore my hair up. He places a tender kiss before whispering, “Is this date three, Delia?”

My nipples turn to stone, and I’m so scared I’ll moan out the words that I can’t speak. I nod instead.

“Then we’re going to have fun tonight.”

With that, he steps away and laces our hands together, pulling me along without another word.

He leads, and I gladly follow.

When we step inside The Ranch House, I’m surprised to find that it reallyisn’ta country bar. In fact, it’s pretty damn cool inside. There’s a rustic element to it, but it’s still modern, with a massive floor-to-ceiling window covering nearly the entire back half of the building. Outside are tables and chairs, a fire roaring in the center of it all. White lanterns are strung around the perimeter, and a paved pathway leads right down to the dock on a sprawling lake.

It’s stunning.

“Zach, this is gorgeous.”

“Isn’t it? Come on, let’s grab a table.”

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