Page 6 of Drunk Dialing

“I haven’t been out for one, and the Barn does a damn fine job.” Treat gave him a sideways kind of look. “Remember that Cattleman’s in Fort Worth?”

“I do.” How could anyone forget? There’d been an amazing steak, a hand job in a bathroom, and he’d gone back to the hotel with Treat to finish the job.

They’d sucked and fucked all damn night long, leaving him bruised and broken and not ready to move on to the next ride. At all.

“Yeah, I think about that one a lot.” Treat turned off on the highway.

“Me too.” More than he’d like to admit.

“Well, good. I want you thinking about me.” Treat’s words made his heart thud.

“You know that I was. I made that totally clear on the phone, man.”

“You did.” Treat chuckled, but it was a wry sound, not a mocking one, he thought. “I ain’t sorry you did.”

No, it had to feel good. A real ego boost. Nothing like your ex just spilling his guts. On a drunk dial, no less. Jesus.

He just shrugged. “Uh-huh. Not my classiest moment, for sure.”

His cheeks were fucking burning.

“No, but enlightening.”

“Oh, fuck you, Treat. Don’t play with me.”

“Oh, honey, I am not playing. I am dead serious about his.” Treat pulled off the highway, heading for the restaurant.

He didn’t even know what that meant. It still felt like Treat was fucking with him, but he couldn’t say it.

Treat pulled off and parked, the restaurant booming. Of course it was. It was stock show season.

Still, there was no reason for them not to be together, right? Two cowboys, heading to supper and shit.

“Evening, folks,” the host said when they walked in.

“Evening. Reservation for Halloran.”

“For two?”

“Yessir.” Treat nodded, and Jake noticed all of a sudden that folks were all dressed up, and most all the tables were couples.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, gentlemen. Right this way.”

Oh, shit. Well, that was a fine hello.

A low chuckle told him Treat was right there with him.

“Oops. I didn’t know.”

“Why would you? I wasn’t here.”

Jake was going to kick Treat’s butt.

“Well, if you want to go somewhere else?—”

“Oh, hell no. We are going to brazen it out and eat steak and get the Valentine’s special.”

Oh, the fucker. “We are, are we?”

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