dancing.
“This is nice.” Faith’s head was snuggled in the crook of my neck, her left hand resting on my shoulder. Her breath lightly fanned across my skin with her words. I wrapped my right arm tighter around her waist and rubbed the back of her hand with my left.
“It is nice. You feel good in my arms, Faith.”
“Do you say that to all of your dates? No, don’t answer that. I know it’s all part of the act.” She was speaking louder than she should be and I tried to quiet her.
“You don’t want people to hear you, do you?”
“What difference does it make? I don’t care. Let them judge. You’re really hot.”
“You’re really drunk.” People started drifting away from the dance floor as the band went back to a loud, upbeat dance tune.
She looked up at me with a big smile. “Maybe a little, but I feel good. I’ll tell you a secret. I don’t drink much. Almost never. But I like vodka. And olives.”
What the hell. She ate and I had her moving around. “You want another?” I just hoped I wasn’t subconsciously trying to get her drunk to get her in bed. Surely, I’m a better man than that, aren’t I?
“W hy not?”
While we were waiting at the bar, her father approached us. “Hey, kids. Joe, I wanted to give this to you. It’s a room right here in the hotel. We don’t want any of you kids driving anywhere tonight, okay?”
“Oh, Daddy. We’re fine. Grown-ups and all that, you know. Anyway, Joe needs to leave by midnight. He’s done then.”
I wasn’t going to let her screw this up now. Besides, I wanted to stay with her all night. “Honey, I told you, my sister’s staying with Heidi. I don’t need to be anywhere but with you tonight.”
Dale went on instant alert. “Who’s this Heidi?”
His stance relaxed rapidly at my response. “My German Shepherd. Tracey, my sister, is staying at my house to care for her.”
Faith moved over to her father’s side and t ucked her hand into the crook of his elbow. “Daddy. I can’t believe you’re giving me a room to stay with Joe. You trust him with your little girl already?”
“I’ve been watching him all night.” Dale gave me a pointed look that I understood immediately. He was honoring his promise of keeping an eye on me. “He looks at you like you’re the only woman in the room. I know love when I see it.”
To my dismay, Faith let out a loud, coughing laugh. “Oh, Daddy. Joe doesn’t love me. He—“
Dale wound up saving us himself. “Oh, Pumpkin, he certainly does. Trust me on this.” He gave me a not so gentle slap on the back and handed me the key. “Still have my eye on you, son. You be good to her.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you.” I know I’ve been feeling weird things around Faith since the day I first laid eyes on her, but love? That’s a bit much. Certainly, he’s mistaken.
Faith was sipping yet her fourth martini when we were graced with a visit from Dana and her husband , Mark, who by the way, looked like a complete tool stuffed into his penguin suit, complete with tails that were entirely too long for his short frame. After introductions were made, Dana went straight for the jugular.
“Wow, Faith. I lost the bet. I didn’t think you’d be able to squeeze yourself into that dress. But you did it, didn’t you? Well, almost.” Dana looked down at her own flowing amber gown with the delicate flowers sewn just under her non-existent breasts. “Guess we can’t all look like this, can we?”
“Thank God!” It flew out of my mouth of its own volition. But after seeing the horrified look on Faith’s face from her sister’s comments, I wouldn’t take it back if I could. Hell, I might even add ‘bitch’ in there somewhere.
“Dana, my love, you have to remember that some men prefer husky women. Don’t be petty. You know how hard you have to work to keep that figure. Not everyone has that kind of dedication.”
Now this asshole was going to insult Faith , too? Knowing I was going to act like a
“This is nice.” Faith’s head was snuggled in the crook of my neck, her left hand resting on my shoulder. Her breath lightly fanned across my skin with her words. I wrapped my right arm tighter around her waist and rubbed the back of her hand with my left.
“It is nice. You feel good in my arms, Faith.”
“Do you say that to all of your dates? No, don’t answer that. I know it’s all part of the act.” She was speaking louder than she should be and I tried to quiet her.
“You don’t want people to hear you, do you?”
“What difference does it make? I don’t care. Let them judge. You’re really hot.”
“You’re really drunk.” People started drifting away from the dance floor as the band went back to a loud, upbeat dance tune.
She looked up at me with a big smile. “Maybe a little, but I feel good. I’ll tell you a secret. I don’t drink much. Almost never. But I like vodka. And olives.”
What the hell. She ate and I had her moving around. “You want another?” I just hoped I wasn’t subconsciously trying to get her drunk to get her in bed. Surely, I’m a better man than that, aren’t I?
“W hy not?”
While we were waiting at the bar, her father approached us. “Hey, kids. Joe, I wanted to give this to you. It’s a room right here in the hotel. We don’t want any of you kids driving anywhere tonight, okay?”
“Oh, Daddy. We’re fine. Grown-ups and all that, you know. Anyway, Joe needs to leave by midnight. He’s done then.”
I wasn’t going to let her screw this up now. Besides, I wanted to stay with her all night. “Honey, I told you, my sister’s staying with Heidi. I don’t need to be anywhere but with you tonight.”
Dale went on instant alert. “Who’s this Heidi?”
His stance relaxed rapidly at my response. “My German Shepherd. Tracey, my sister, is staying at my house to care for her.”
Faith moved over to her father’s side and t ucked her hand into the crook of his elbow. “Daddy. I can’t believe you’re giving me a room to stay with Joe. You trust him with your little girl already?”
“I’ve been watching him all night.” Dale gave me a pointed look that I understood immediately. He was honoring his promise of keeping an eye on me. “He looks at you like you’re the only woman in the room. I know love when I see it.”
To my dismay, Faith let out a loud, coughing laugh. “Oh, Daddy. Joe doesn’t love me. He—“
Dale wound up saving us himself. “Oh, Pumpkin, he certainly does. Trust me on this.” He gave me a not so gentle slap on the back and handed me the key. “Still have my eye on you, son. You be good to her.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you.” I know I’ve been feeling weird things around Faith since the day I first laid eyes on her, but love? That’s a bit much. Certainly, he’s mistaken.
Faith was sipping yet her fourth martini when we were graced with a visit from Dana and her husband , Mark, who by the way, looked like a complete tool stuffed into his penguin suit, complete with tails that were entirely too long for his short frame. After introductions were made, Dana went straight for the jugular.
“Wow, Faith. I lost the bet. I didn’t think you’d be able to squeeze yourself into that dress. But you did it, didn’t you? Well, almost.” Dana looked down at her own flowing amber gown with the delicate flowers sewn just under her non-existent breasts. “Guess we can’t all look like this, can we?”
“Thank God!” It flew out of my mouth of its own volition. But after seeing the horrified look on Faith’s face from her sister’s comments, I wouldn’t take it back if I could. Hell, I might even add ‘bitch’ in there somewhere.
“Dana, my love, you have to remember that some men prefer husky women. Don’t be petty. You know how hard you have to work to keep that figure. Not everyone has that kind of dedication.”
Now this asshole was going to insult Faith , too? Knowing I was going to act like a
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