Page 16 of Cold Foot Revenge
Holy shit. She had never been kissed like that. He was short with it, teasing her.
The flutters in her stomach felt like the flapping of raven’s wings now, and there was a soft humming in her mind.
Dylan pulled a t-shirt from a drawer and slid it over his head, and she just stood there like a bump on a log as she watched him put a pair of scuffed up work-boots on.
He was leaving, and she was sad about it. That’s what this cavernous feeling inside her chest was. She didn’t want him to go.
He clipped his handgun and holster into the inside of his waist band and replaced the T-shirt over it like he’d done that a trillion times and then grabbed his wallet off the table and shoved it into his back pocket. He snatched the keys off the dresser and strode past her to open the door.
“Ready to go?” he asked.
Roxy tried to control the disappointment on her face. “Uh, sure. Do you…do you want my phone number or anything?”
“I’ll get it at dinner,” he said absently as he led her down the hallway.
Roxy frowned at his wide back. “At dinner?”
“Yeah, my parents like this place called Tanner’s. You heard of it?” he asked without turning around.
“No. Wait. Wait, wait, you are talking about me going to dinner with your parents?”
“Yep.”
“Wait!” she said louder, pulling him around by the arm. “I can’t meet your parents. That’s not what this is!”
“What do you think this is?”
“A date?”
The humor was back in Dylan’s eyes now. “My parents will be easy. I’ve brought a billion girls around them. I’ll tell them you’re my friend and they won’t ask any more about it.”
“Your friend that you just kissed,” she said, gesturing back toward the room.
Dylan shrugged. “Sometimes friends do that.”
“I’ve never done that with any of my guy friends!”
Dylan grinned. “Good. I like being your first.” He tilted his head toward the elevator. “Reservation is in twenty. Not to rush you, but we need to get a move-on.”
“Reservation? What kind of restaurant is this place?”
“Steakhouse.”
“A steakhouse,” she repeated. “That sounds fancy.”
“It is fancy.”
“Well, I can’t afford that.”
“I’ll be your sugar daddy tonight.”
“Ew, don’t say that,” she grumbled as she followed him to the elevator. “I’m good. You go hang with your parents. I have Hamburger Helper to make at home.”
“Suit yourself,” he said as the elevator door opened. It was empty, and he gestured for her to go first.
Emotions all over the place, Roxy made her way to the back corner of the elevator and watched him hit the bottom floor.
The second he turned for her, she knew she was in for it. The fire was back in his eyes, and he closed the distance between them fast. She was more ready for it this time and reached for him as he leaned into kissing her.
