My man spoils me a lot, and I’m not ashamed to say, I relish it all.
His eyes eat me up again.
I return the favor.
On a rare occasion, Rhett traded his usual collection of checkered shirts and plain t-shirts for a western-style white shirt with intricate black detail.
I love it when he wears white––it makes his green eyes pop like crazy.
He’s wearing a pair of perfectly fitted jeans, and nice cowboy boots. His black Stetson is sitting on Emmylou’s dashboard right in front of me.
“We have to make the most of tonight before your family gets here tomorrow,” Rhett says. “Don’t expect to sleep much.”
He shoots me a smoking-hot glance that has my insides melting.
The plus side of dating ‘THE SEXIEST COWBOY ALIVE’ is obvious––every woman wants him, but he’s all mine. His tripsaway and having to sleep alone in our bed are the obvious downsides. Lucky me, I get him all to myself for the next few weeks.
The obvious insinuation is unmistakable. “In other words, I should expect a pre-birthday sex marathon?”
“Pretty much.” Rhett winks. “I plan on banging you well into tomorrow, right up to the point your family knocks at our door.”
“I’m okay with that.”
“Good girl.”
We exchange a complicit glance.
We drive the last few miles in silence.
Rhett takes a left, and the distillery comes to view.
I’m so excited.
Rhett points in front of him. “Looks like Jenkins, his girlfriend, and April are already here.”
My gaze follows his finger and sure enough, I catch sight of a familiar vehicle. It’s not hard to spot since it’s the only truck in the parking lot.
Over the months, April and I have grown close. The same goes for Jenkins’s girlfriend. They’ve been going strong for three months now. She’s adorable.
“It looks like it’s going to be just us on the tour,” I say. “There aren’t any other trucks.”
Rhett scans around the parking lot. “You’re right.”
“That’s strange.”
“Best case scenario, no one else shows up and that means more bourbon for you and the girls since Jenkins and I are designated drivers.”
I laugh.
“Let’s go inside so I can confirm we’re parked in the right location.”
“Okay.”
Rhett parks Emmylou next to Jenkins’s truck, cuts off the engine and jumps out.
“I’ll be around,” he says.
He’s so gallant.
