Page 31 of The Dance
“You have to eat, right?” she questioned.
“Don’t pester the poor girl, Aimee,” Blake’s father cut in.
Blake shook his dad’s hand and gave him a quick hug. “Thanks, Dad. We better go before Mom invites Stace for Thanksgiving dinner.”
“Actually—”
“Bye, Mom.” Blake laughed and grabbed my hand.
“Have a good rest of your night.” I waved goodbye. We didn’t say goodbye to the happy couple, and I was okay with that because, my luck, I would come face-to-face with Ron. “You’re such a good liar,” I teased as we rushed through the foyer to the front doors.
“They were white lies, and do you want me to tell them why you can’t come for dinner tomorrow?”
“Of course not.”
“Then what are you complaining about?”
“I’m not complaining.” I rolled my eyes. “I was just stating facts.”
He handed the valet our ticket once we exited the double doors, and the attendant turned to grab the keys and get Blake’s truck.
“You should let me drive.” I grinned and wrapped my arms around his neck.
His went around my waist, his hands resting on my hips, and he threw his head back and laughed. “You’ve lost your mind if you think I’ll let you drive my truck.”
“I’m an excellent driver.”
He shook his head. “Not gonna happen, toots.”
“But you’ve been drinking.”
“So have you.”
“I stopped at two,” I reminded him. I didn’t want to be hungover for my date the next night. “You had like four.”
He stared into my eyes for a beat. “I’m not letting you drive my truck.”
“Are you sure you’re okay to drive, though?”
“Yes.” He gave a small smile as though he was annoyed I even asked. “I’ve drank more than I did tonight and drove—like the night you met me.”
I’d been too drunk to realize that Blake was drinking and driving that night, but he got me home safely. He even stopped and got us food. “All right, but if you crash, I will never forgive you.”
The valet pulled his truck to a stop in front of us, and we pulled apart. “I’ll never let anything happen to you.”
Blake opened the passenger door for me, and I slid inside. He came around to his side and got in before cranking the engine. He drove down the long driveway and asked, “Where to, my lady?”
“I guess back to my place.” I lifted a shoulder.
“Yeah?” He waggled his brow.
I chuckled. “I meant to drop me off.”
“You want to call it a night?”
“What do you want to do?” I countered.
“You know.” He winked and turned onto the main road.
