Page 81 of Call Me Anytime
“Now, it’s time to discuss the details of our date.” I reach out to squeeze her thigh. “You have two options to choose from.”
She quirks a brow, but I keep going.
“Option A is a romantic evening at a fancy restaurant, where I will wine and dine you with a six-course meal.”
“And option B?”
“Wings, beer, and bull riding.”
She grins. “I’ll take option B.”
“You want beer and bull riding in a bar instead of wine and romance?”
“Uh-huh.” She nods. “I need to see if the rugged, masculine,alluringman taking me out can last eight seconds on a bull.”
“Oh, hell yeah.” I reach behind us to grab my well-worn cowboy hat from the back seat, sliding it over my head. “Game on, baby.”
Instantly, she bursts into laughter. “Looks like you came prepared.”
“Hannah, I’m always prepared.” I wink at her and put the engine in drive. “But more importantly, I’m always up for a challenge.”
The sound of her laughter fills the car again, and as I drive toward our destination, I can’t help but think this might just be the best night of my life.
32
Hannah
10:00 p.m.
“Okay, Hannah, it’s time to put your money where your pretty little mouth is,” Dom says as a waitress takes away our empty baskets of chicken wings and fries and slides two fresh pints of beer in front of us.
This is only our second beer of the night, but the fact that I don’t usually drink at all means the first beer already has me feeling light and loose—all the things that make alcohol a nice companion on a first date—and this one is sure to push me over the edge into wanton, predatory territory.
Because I’m on a real first date. With Dom. And damn does he look good.Holy hell.
When this date began, seeing him behind the wheel in those perfectly fitted jeans and that white T-shirt, hugging his chest like a second skin, sent my nerves into overdrive.
But now, here I am, laughing in a crowded bar, feeling giddy in a way I haven’t since I was a teenager. Because that’s what Dom does—he has this effortless way of putting me at ease. He makes me feel alive.
For the first time in forever, I feel comfortable. I feel free. I feel like ... me. And boy is my true, inner self excited.
Because Dominic Dunn is always handsome, but Dominic Dunn in boots, jeans, a white T-shirt, and a flipping cowboy hat? Bless my little heart, he is illegally hot.Seriously.The amount of female attention I’ve seen this man garner since we walked down Broadway and headed into the Whiskey River Saloon is criminal.
He is sex on legs, and tonight I’m the lucky lady who gets to be on his arm.Fingers crossed this turns into more nights.
“Hannah?” Dom singsongs my name when I don’t respond to his question. “Are you chickening out on me?”
“Nope.” I giggle and shake my head. “I’m just admiring howniceyou look tonight.”
“It’s the hat, isn’t it?” He waggles his brows. “Or is it the muscles?” He makes a show of flexing his biceps as he lifts his beer. “Or maybe it’s how juicy my ass looks in these jeans ...?”
When he starts to stand up from his barstool, I balance on the rings of mine and place two strong hands on his shoulders and force him back down into his seat on a laugh.
“For the love of everything, keep your juicy ass in your seat, please,” I retort. “The last thing I need is a flock of women trying to tear your clothes off and knocking over my beer.” I punctuate that statement by lifting my glass to my lips and taking a drink.
Dom eyes me closely with a little smirk as he does, and I tilt my head to the side in confusion as I lick a few speckles of foam from my lips.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have chicken wings in my teeth or something?”
