Page 84 of Huckleberry Hill
He frowned. “Well, yeah.”
Do it for the plot, Hadley.
“Dinner sounds wonderful,” I said. “But I’m bringing the drinks.”
“You know what this means, don’t you?”
“What?” I asked with a smile.
“We’re dating.”
My smile slipped. “Declan, I can’t?—”
“Tomorrow night,” he interrupted. “Tomorrow night we’ll iron it all out.”
“Iron what out? What’s there to iron?”
“Tomorrow night,” he said emphatically. “Wait until tomorrow night. Red.”
“Red,” I repeated in confusion. “Red what?”
“Wine.”
I blinked. “I thought you were a microbrew kind of guy.”
“We’re having steak,” he said. “And you like red, don’t you?”
“I do.”
“If you like it, I’ll try it and see how it is. If I don’t like it . . .” He shrugged.
“You’ll try it and see,” I parroted.
“Trying new things is fun.” He flashed a wicked grin. “You’ll see.”
Chapter Eighteen
Town
* * *
I was setting the brown bag on the floor of the passenger side of the truck when someone called my name. I looked over my shoulder and saw Wade jogging down the sidewalk toward me.
“Oh, hey,” I said awkwardly, realizing I’d never returned his phone call.
“I didn’t think you’d be here,” Wade said, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets.
I frowned. “In town? I had to run some errands.”
“The livestock auction in Three Forks is going on, isn’t it? I thought you’d go with your dad . . .”
“Oh, right,” I said. “He asked me to stay home and look after Muddy.”
Nodding, he looked at me. “Listen, no sweat about dinner, okay?”
“What are you doing right now?” I asked suddenly.
“I was going to the bar to count inventory.”
