Page 70 of Till The Cows Come Home
“I’m sure.” She laughed. “Thank you. I forgot wandering hands were a side effect of the night life.”
“Not when you’re with me.”
“I’ve never seen you like this, all broody and bothered, it’s kind of hot.” She giggled, sliding her leg along mine under the table.
“I’m glad you find it amusing. Also, we definitely need to get out more. I have no idea what you drink or what you’d order. I chanced it with the food, but we’ll have to make another trip to the bar.”
“Well, you did pretty good. Poutine was a solid educated guess, and a fan favorite. Iloathemozzarella sticks, so those are all you, I don’t eat food that’s actively attempting to murder me. Fried pickles are a yes. I like blue cheeseandranch, and I’ll eat just about any wing flavor. I love a dirty Shirley, or rum and pineapple juice, but I hate beer. It tastes like you mowed the lawn and ate the clippings. You?”
I laughed, enamored by the big blue eyes staring up at me as she waited for my response.
“Uhhh, I agree with all of that. Except mozzarella sticks obviously, I think they’re great. And beer. Nothing beats acold beer after a long day, but I’ll happily provide you with whatever spiked juice you desire without judgment.”
“How do you like your steak cooked?” she asked, popping a pickle slice in her mouth.
“Medium.”
“What’s your stance on olives?”
“I hate them.”
“Perfect,” she muttered under her breath.
“Why is my hatred of olives perfect?”
“It’s the olive phenomenon. Both people can’t like olives in a relationship, it’s too much on the balance of the universe, and I like them.”
“Noted.” I chuckled, and as we sat picking at our food I fielded about a hundred more questions. Up until the minute Belle’s Bells took the stage, we went back and forth, trading questions and stealing glances like highschool kids on a first date. And when the lights dimmed, her hands reached across the table, settling perfectly into my own.
As the set continued, the music slowed, and I rose from my seat, extending a hand to Sage.
“Care for a dance?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” She grinned, and for the rest of the night we acted blissfully unaware that anything else in the world existed.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Sage
Isat up in Miles’ bed, and despite the dull pounding in my head, I couldn’t help the happiness humming through me. I knew we were scheduled to finish the barn’s frame today, but I wasn’t quite ready to step out of the little bubble we’d been in for the last twelve hours. The shuffling I could hear, paired with the empty spot next to me, signaled that Miles didn’t share the sentiment and if I guessed, I’d imagine he was already dressed and ready to walk out the door.
“Coffee?” he offered, emerging in the doorway with a mug, and as I suspected he had on jeans and his usual T-shirt, which deliciously hugged his frame.
“How do you always do that?” I asked. “Your coffee timing is always impeccable.”
“Because the most beautiful goddess I’ve ever seen sleeps talks before she wakes up, which in turn wakes me up, allowing me just about enough time to brew coffee.”
“You’re lying.” I glared at him.
“I’m not, it’s adorable actually. Sometimes you talk about me like you’re talking to Ruby, and I get all the hot gossip.”
“I can’t tell if I’m mortified or impressed with myself.” I chuckled, extending my hands to take the mug.
He let out a chuckle of his own, taking a seat next to me on the bed. “Today seems like it’s going to be a long day, unfortunately. After construction I need to go downtown and work on some paperwork with the insurance company.”
“Okay, I’ll probably just work a little later with Dad then.”
“Be careful, please. I wish you’d take it easy.”
