That’s crazy!”
Where did this guy come from?
He shrugged and took her
arm, guiding her to the passenger side of his truck. After starting
the truck, he looked at her. “Where do you live?”
“I live on a ranch outside
Corral City. Thirty-five north.”
“Is that up near
Denton?”
“Yeah. Not far from
there.” She paused. “Why don’t you just drive me home? You don’t
need to buy me a dessert.”
He reached over and took
her hand in his as he drove toward Hwy. 114. “I want to. I can
either take you to Applebees up in Denton or there’s a Waffle House
in Roanoke we can eat at on our way to I-35.”
“Does Waffle House even
serve desserts?” She secretly loved Waffle House, because you never
knew who was going to show up there. There were always crazy
people, and the waitresses never seemed to have a filter telling
them what they shouldn’t say to a customer. It was a fun place to
eat. Her parents would have rolled over in their graves if they
knew, though. They thought Waffle House was too common for their
family.
He nodded. “They have this
triple chocolate pie that’s to die for. I don’t know if you like
chocolate, but if you don’t, you’ll have to get out of my truck and
walk home.”
She laughed. “I’m female.
I’m human. Therefore, I love chocolate.” She thought about it for a
minute. “Let’s do Waffle House. I could use a slice of chocolate
pie.”
“Sounds good to me!” He
grinned at her as he pulled up to a stop light in Roanoke. “Now, I
want you to know that I know where to take a beautiful woman on a
date, and Waffle House is not at the top of my list. So, you’ll
have to let me make it up to you that our first date will be at a
Waffle House.”
She swallowed. “Our first
date? Aren’t you getting a little bit ahead of yourself? I don’t
believe I’ve agreed to anything but a dessert at Waffle
House.”
He shrugged. “You will.
I’m going to marry you.” He wasn’t usually so over confident with
women, but he believed there was someone for everyone. Someone
everyone was destined to be with. He couldn’t have seen her and
felt the way he felt if she wasn’t his destiny.
Her jaw dropped. “Not
overly sure of yourself are you?”
“Not at all.” He turned to
her and winked and she felt a shiver run through her at his naughty
boy grin. “I just know what I want in life and I go after it. I
thought I told you that earlier!”
He pulled into the parking
lot of the Waffle House and parked the truck. They got out together
and he opened the door for her. She slid into a booth off to one
side, ready to start some serious people watching. There wasn’t a
big crowd this early in the evening, but she knew there would be
after the bars closed, even on a Sunday night.
She picked up the menu and
started looking through everything on it, realizing she was hungry
after all. “Is it okay if I order dinner? I ate five hours ago, and
I think I’m hungry after all.”
“You can order everything
on the menu as far as I’m concerned.”
She laughed. “I’m not
quite that hungry.” She quickly scanned the menu and decided what
she’d eat while he ignored his. “You just getting
dessert?”
“Yeah, but you get what
you want. I just had dinner with my two best friends after the
Super Bowl.”
She grinned. “I spent the
day with a group of friends watching the Super Bowl. I picked the
winning team!”
“I love that feeling. So
did I.” He didn’t mention that because of the software his friend
had developed which had revolutionized the sports world, he’d
picked the winner in August, though.
She leaned back in her
seat. “What do you do?”
He made a face, trying to
figure out the best way to describe his job. “I guess you could say
I’m an idea man and a salesman.”
“What exactly does that
mean?”
He sighed, not wanting to
talk too much about his job. “I started a business with my two best
friends while I was in college to help sports
Where did this guy come from?
He shrugged and took her
arm, guiding her to the passenger side of his truck. After starting
the truck, he looked at her. “Where do you live?”
“I live on a ranch outside
Corral City. Thirty-five north.”
“Is that up near
Denton?”
“Yeah. Not far from
there.” She paused. “Why don’t you just drive me home? You don’t
need to buy me a dessert.”
He reached over and took
her hand in his as he drove toward Hwy. 114. “I want to. I can
either take you to Applebees up in Denton or there’s a Waffle House
in Roanoke we can eat at on our way to I-35.”
“Does Waffle House even
serve desserts?” She secretly loved Waffle House, because you never
knew who was going to show up there. There were always crazy
people, and the waitresses never seemed to have a filter telling
them what they shouldn’t say to a customer. It was a fun place to
eat. Her parents would have rolled over in their graves if they
knew, though. They thought Waffle House was too common for their
family.
He nodded. “They have this
triple chocolate pie that’s to die for. I don’t know if you like
chocolate, but if you don’t, you’ll have to get out of my truck and
walk home.”
She laughed. “I’m female.
I’m human. Therefore, I love chocolate.” She thought about it for a
minute. “Let’s do Waffle House. I could use a slice of chocolate
pie.”
“Sounds good to me!” He
grinned at her as he pulled up to a stop light in Roanoke. “Now, I
want you to know that I know where to take a beautiful woman on a
date, and Waffle House is not at the top of my list. So, you’ll
have to let me make it up to you that our first date will be at a
Waffle House.”
She swallowed. “Our first
date? Aren’t you getting a little bit ahead of yourself? I don’t
believe I’ve agreed to anything but a dessert at Waffle
House.”
He shrugged. “You will.
I’m going to marry you.” He wasn’t usually so over confident with
women, but he believed there was someone for everyone. Someone
everyone was destined to be with. He couldn’t have seen her and
felt the way he felt if she wasn’t his destiny.
Her jaw dropped. “Not
overly sure of yourself are you?”
“Not at all.” He turned to
her and winked and she felt a shiver run through her at his naughty
boy grin. “I just know what I want in life and I go after it. I
thought I told you that earlier!”
He pulled into the parking
lot of the Waffle House and parked the truck. They got out together
and he opened the door for her. She slid into a booth off to one
side, ready to start some serious people watching. There wasn’t a
big crowd this early in the evening, but she knew there would be
after the bars closed, even on a Sunday night.
She picked up the menu and
started looking through everything on it, realizing she was hungry
after all. “Is it okay if I order dinner? I ate five hours ago, and
I think I’m hungry after all.”
“You can order everything
on the menu as far as I’m concerned.”
She laughed. “I’m not
quite that hungry.” She quickly scanned the menu and decided what
she’d eat while he ignored his. “You just getting
dessert?”
“Yeah, but you get what
you want. I just had dinner with my two best friends after the
Super Bowl.”
She grinned. “I spent the
day with a group of friends watching the Super Bowl. I picked the
winning team!”
“I love that feeling. So
did I.” He didn’t mention that because of the software his friend
had developed which had revolutionized the sports world, he’d
picked the winner in August, though.
She leaned back in her
seat. “What do you do?”
He made a face, trying to
figure out the best way to describe his job. “I guess you could say
I’m an idea man and a salesman.”
“What exactly does that
mean?”
He sighed, not wanting to
talk too much about his job. “I started a business with my two best
friends while I was in college to help sports
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