Page 18 of Hooking the Captain
“Do you have a pen?” Ford finally asked.
I grinned as I looked over at him. “Yeah?”
He smiled back. “I get it. I never thought I’d have to sign one to go on a date, but I get it. I was the one who demanded to keep my last relationship a secret.”
“Ah.” When he didn’t say more, I reached for a pen in the center console and handed it to him. “Right. Thank you for this.”
When I pulled up to a red light, Ford signed and dated the agreement and then handed it back to me.
“I’ll get you a copy tomorrow.”
“So professional,” he teased.
I winced. “I know. It’s not a mood killer, is it?”
He snorted a laugh. “I’m sure it won’t be on my mind later.”
My stomach dipped. “Later? You think there will be more than just eating?”
He turned and looked in the back of my truck. “Seems we’re on the same page, seeing as you brought blankets and pillows.”
I laughed. “It was more for comfort, but I guess we’ll see what happens.”
We made small talk as I drove to the restaurant, which was in the same town as the state park we were going to.
“Hope you like Mediterranean food,” I said as I pulled into a parking spot at the restaurant.
“I do.”
“Great. I’ll be right back.” I got out of the truck and headed inside. The food was ready, and after paying, I took it and slid into the truck. “We’re just going up the road a bit. There’s a state park with a lake I figured we could eat at.”
“Sounds good.”
I got back on the road and drove to the park. I’d had to book a campground because the main area closed at sunset, and I didn’t want our time to be cut short. I hadn’t brought a tent, of course, but as Ford had seen, I’d packed enough blankets and pillows to be comfortable as we gazed at the stars. At least, that was my plan.
After checking in at the gate, we made our way to the designated campsite, which was surrounded by trees.
Together, we spread out the blankets and pillows in the bed of my truck, creating a cozy spot for our date night under the stars. As we indulged in the delicious Mediterranean feast, I told him about hockey, and he said he couldn’t wait to watch some games after I’d mentioned he should go to some.
Once we were done eating, I put the leftovers in the backseat and returned to where Ford was waiting. “If you see a shooting star, are you going to make a wish?” I asked as I sat next to him and leaned against the cab of the truck.
“Absolutely. Will you?”
I turned and looked at him. “Of course, but I can’t tell you what the wish will be.”
He chuckled. “Because then it won’t come true?”
“Exactly.” I smiled and then leaned in and kissed his lips softly. I adjusted the pillows to get more comfortable and then pointed to the space between my outstretched legs. “I’m sure my chest is more comfortable than the cab of my truck. You should sit over here?”
He grinned at me as if he knew what I was doing, but didn’t say anything as he moved until his back was against my front and my arms were wrapped around him.
“Better?” I asked.
“Much.”
We could hear the people in the distance as they laughed and partied. It was getting so dark, the only light was from the moon, so unless people came close and had flashlights, they wouldn’t be able to see who we were.
I lazily ran my fingers up and down Ford’s arm as we looked up, waiting for a shooting star. It didn’t take long before my hand moved to his chest and skimmed down to the button of his jeans. He said nothing as I toyed with his waistband, and continued my light touches on his firm chest.
