Page 8 of Tattered Souls
My brain started planning on ways I could ask her to let me take her out on a date.
But something... something I couldn’t put my finger on had me pausing, and I knew I needed time.
I headed back inside with her and lifted my chin at Dom, who came to stand next to where I stood as I watched Tatum walk back over to Harlee and sit down beside her.
“Thought you were headed out earlier?” He asked.
I looked at Tatum, then looked at Dom.
He looked at her, then at me, and lifted a brow. “Yeah?
I nodded, “Yeah.”
He jerked up his chin. “Got your back. Whatever you need.”
I nodded, “Preciate it.”
And then I stayed right where I was.
Watching her, yeah, I probably looked like a stalker, but I didn’t give a shit.
I failed to notice Carter watching me.
I failed to notice that Granger watched me too.
Standing at the island, I smirked as I saw that Carter and Harlee had the booze I needed to make my favorite drink.
I was tagging the bottles to make it when I felt the air shift.
And when I glanced up, it was to see Tatum had walked over, and then she asked, “What are you making?”
I winked down at her. “It’s called a Sidecar.”
Her little nose scrunched up. “What’s in it?
“Sugar, cognac or bourbon, triple sec, lemon juice, and either an orange slice or lime slice. Depending on your preference.”
She pointed at the bottle of Jack Daniel’s honey I was measuring and lifted a brow.
I winked down at her, “It’s my own little twist.”
“So, it’s not called a Sidecar then?” she asked.
I shrugged, “Never thought about it. What would you call it?”
She thought about it for a moment, and then asked, “Is that your Charger outside?”
My eyes widened. I nodded.
She knew that.... Damn.
“How about you call it, The Charger?”
And with that, she walked away.
Damn.
Just... damn.
