Finn squeezes me hard. “Love you, Daddy.”
“I love you too, buddy. Have fun tonight. I’ll come pick you up tomorrow.” I set him down so he can run inside, but he hugs Farrah first. She’s shocked for half a second before she hugs him back. When he’s done saying goodbye, he heads to the front door.
“You guys have fun tonight,” Mrs. Basil says with a wink. She turns to head inside, leaving the four of us by our cars.
“Does anyone else feel like their mom just gave them permission to have sex?” Holt asks.
I cough out a laugh. “What?”
Holt’s face is lined with disgust. Gia’s cracking up at him. “It was the wink.”
Farrah starts to giggle. “She definitely knows what you two will be up to tonight.”
Holt groans. “Oh, come on. NowIknow thatsheknows what I’ll be up to.”
Gia rubs his arm. I think it’s supposed to comfort him, but her laughter ruins the effect. “Come on, Cowboy. I have a feeling my plans for you will make you forget all about it.”
Holt perks up as he leads Gia to the passenger door of his truck. “What kind of plans?”
“Guess you’ll have to wait and see.” She smirks at him.
I glance at Farrah. Her cheeks are pink as she looks anywhere else but at Holt, Gia, or me.
“Come on, Princess. Let’s see if we can beat them.” With my hand on her back, I help Farrah into my truck.
We hold hands the whole way to the bar. I’m not used to this sort of emotion. The bubbles of happiness when I’m with her don’t disappear within minutes. They settle in my gut as if they plan to stick around. It’s unfamiliar, but not unwanted.
When I park outside the Howling Wolf, I figure I should give her a warning. “Right, so here’s the deal. I’m not good at dancing. I have zero rhythm and end up looking more spastic than suave.”
Farrah giggles, her eyes sparkling with humor. “I doubt you look spastic. I’m not good at dancing either. Well, I don’t think I am. I’ve never done it before.”
“Just wait. You’ll see what I mean when we get in there.”
Her eyebrows raise. “You’re going to dance with me?”
“If you want me to. You may not once you get a look at my skills.”
Farrah’s expression softens into something I can’t quite pinpoint. “I will. Even if you’re spazzy.”
I glare at her, but a smile creeps onto my face, ruining the effect. I doubt it was working anyway with how Farrah’s laughing at me.
I get out of my truck, rushing over to her side when she starts opening the door before I can get there. We hold hands as we walk into the bar. The loud music washes over us, followed quickly by the din of people talking over each other.
I find Grayson, Emmett, Gwen, Kylie, Holt, and Gia at a table in the back. I’m shocked to see Kylie—I didn’t know she was going to be in town this weekend.
Walking through the bar with Farrah’s hand in mine makes me feel ten feet tall. Until I spot several men checking her out, and a feral part of me wants to punch them in the fucking face for looking at her.
It suddenly hits me that Farrah could have anyone she wanted. All she’d have to do is smile their way, and they’d fall hook, line, and sinker. I’m going to have to step up my game if I have any hope of holding on to the only woman who’s ever made me feel like a piece of me isn’t broken anymore.
Farrah sees me for who I am at my core, and instead of shying away from the jagged pieces of my soul, she’s started gluing them back together.
I’d be an idiot to screw this up, which only leads me to one conclusion.
I have to do whatever it takes to make sure Farrah stays mine.
CHAPTER 27
Farrah
