“Nothing at all.”
She might be nice, but that didn’t mean Mae was a pushover. She could be a pitbull when she wanted.
“Interesting.”
“What’s interesting?” I asked.
She continued to watch me. “Nothing.”
“I must be exhausted. I’ve totally lost track of the conversation.”
“Classic dodge.”
Like I said, a pitbull.
“So… back to the redhead.”
“Do we have to?”
“Why brush her off? And don’t say she’s not your type. The second I saw her I figured you’d be all over her. Pretty. Nice legs. And of course?—”
“Big tits.”
“Exactly.”
I shrugged. “Not in the mood.”
“Hmm.” Her eyes widened. “Is there… do you have someone in your life you’re not telling me about?”
I made a sound in my throat, tossing out, “Like a girlfriend?” before I thought better of it. If I was trying to clean up my image for Mae, that wouldn’t help.
“Never mind. Stupid question.”
“Not necessarily. I’m not opposed to having a girlfriend.”
Mae laughed so hard, I thought for a second she’d fallen off the stool. In reality, she’d hopped off, apparently headed to the ladies’ room.
Stupid question.
Was it? Playing fast and loose with tourists wasn’t as fun as usual, even more so now that Mae was back to compare them to. But that was a far cry from her taking me seriously. A few minutes later, she slid back onto the stool, Cosmo in hand. “Still here?”
“Didn’t want you to drink alone.”
“How noble of you.”
“So… Boots and Brews Friday?”
She grinned. “Yep. And I hear there’s a mechanical bull.”
Great. I took a long sip of whiskey.
“You okay?” she asked, quieter now.
“Fine.” I looked at her. “Why?”
“No reason. You just… looked like you remembered something.”
I did.
