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“That’s because we’ve been going at it all wrong. But I can rectify that,” I exclaim assuredly, pulling my gaze off Piper and onto my sullen client.
“You can?” he asks, and—God—the way his sad eyes look into me as if I were his last hope makes me even more determined to help him out.
“Yes, I can,” I reply with a wide smile, brushing my hand on top of his to console him, hating the spark of electricity that instantly runs through my veins with the simple, innocent touch.
I pull my hand away from his and force my smile to remain intact, praying that I’m not about to make a huge mistake. One that will end up biting me in the ass.
“Just leave it all to me. After I’m through, you’ll be Boston’s favorite bachelor.”
“How?” Piper questions suspiciously.
“By setting Nate up with the perfect date.”
“Who?” they both ask in tandem.
“Me.”
Chapter 15
Nathan
When Lottie proposed that we start dating, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind. I had envisioned taking her somewhere extravagant and elegant, like a fancy French restaurant whose name I probably couldn’t pronounce. We would have a candle-lit dinner with violins playing in the background, filled with the scent of red roses all around us to set the mood. We would be seated somewhere private and secluded, a place where we’d feel like we were the only people in the restaurant. I’d spend the entire night staring at her beautiful face while magically saying all the right things a woman like her deserves to hear.
You know? All that romantic bullshit we’re force-fed by every lovey-dovey movie there is.
But like all things in my life, reality has a way of kicking me in the nards, and nothing screamsthis is a wake-up callmore than the place Lottie has chosen to take me to on our first date.
Maury’s Ax Throwing Bar & Grill is as far from romantic as it gets.
But then again, this isn’t a real date.
This is practice.
“Here? You want us to have dinner here?” I grumble, staring around the testosterone-filled space, the smell of barbecued meat and beer adding to the masculine ambiance—a total contrast to the romantic setting I had played in my head.
“Yes. Isn’t it great? Have you never been ax throwing before?” Lottie asks, batting her long eyelashes at me, completely oblivious to the fact that most of the men here have stopped what they were doing just to stare at her—another reason why we shouldn’t have come to a place like this.
I’m supposed to be keeping my head down and avoiding trouble. How the hell am I supposed to do that if every fucker in here is salivating, looking at Lottie like she’s a meal?
Not your girl, not your problem.
Yeah, right.
Like it’s that simple.
Still, it’s on me, really. I should have prepared myself for this type of thing since a woman like Lottie can’t help but turn some heads. It’s not her fault she’s a goddamn vision.
Lottie always looks amazing in her getups, but tonight, she’s fucking exquisite.
Wearing a red and white striped t-shirt paired with some type of dark navy vintage sailor shorts, she’s the very definition of a rockabilly wet dream. So much so that it takes me a minute to roll my tongue back into my mouth just to form a sentence together to answer her.
“I… um… just never thought to bring a girl here. That’s all.” I shrug, shoving my hands into my pockets.
“So, you have been here before?” She claps excitedly when I nod, bouncing up and down in her Mary Janes. “Wonderful. That way, we can skip the safety training and go straight to the good stuff.”
I chuckle half-heartedly since Lottie and I have different opinions about what ‘good stuff’ entails.
While she’s excited about throwing an ax to a chunk of wood with a bullseye painted on its center, I’m left wondering how the fuck am I going to last on this date with those long legs of hers taunting me all night.
