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I’m beginning to think this is a very special town.
And these are very special people.
Others notice. Men check out Dakota and Sarah, and women try to get the attention of the two men who aren’t with someone.
I think it’s about then I realize I’m a little tipsy. I stand, wanting to go home.
Lawson takes my arm. “You aren’t driving.”
“Christine isn’t here, so—”
“Christine?” I can see his mind work, and then he laughs. “Do not fucking tell me Mack gave you that possessed truck of his.”
“If that’s Christine, yes.”
“Ya know, it’s not possessed, just hard to drive and ornery as fuck. Mack calls it possessed.” He considers me. “Who called it Christine?”
“Me.”
His eyes narrow a little. “Please tell me my little brother’s met his match. I’m beginning to see you two are made for each other.”
“It’s not like that.”
“I think—”
“This isn’t an interrogation, big man,” Dakota says, dumping herself on his lap and winding her arms around his neck.
He kisses her. “Yeah, Wildcat, it is. Don’t you think she’s perfect for Mack?”
“You’re off duty and have been drinking. Leave the girl alone.” She flicks her glance at me. “We can drop you off, or Forrest or—”
“We got her,” says Leland.
The other two make their goodbyes, and I know I need to go. I know I don’t want to because his place by the lake has a lot of brand-new memories.
“I’ll be all right.”
Now, Forrest and Philip join us. “We’re having one more, but mine’s Coke,” Forrest says, “so I can take you to Mack’s cabin. If you want to join us?”
“I might,” I say. I’ve definitely had enough to drink, but I want more to forget all my sudden woes.
“Here.” Leland hands me a piece of paper and a key. “I live right nearby, and we’ve got a spare room. It’s in through the front and to the right. I’ll leave the lights on so you can see.”
I’ve no intentions of crashing new love like that, but I slip the key into my bag.
Sarah hesitates before they go. Then she hands me a piece of paper too. “Mack’s address, it’s close to Danny’s. If . . . if you wanted to talk to him.”
My cheeks burn.
When they’re gone, the two guys insist on playing pool, and I smile. “Me? But I’m not good at it.”
We’re at the pool table. Philip grins. “That’s okay, we can teach you.”
“Well,” I say, stealing his whiskey, “we could bet on who wins.”
“Not fair. That’s taking candy from the innocent babe.” Forrest chooses a cue and hands it to me.
“Maybe you’re right,” I say. “I’ll bet ten bucks, and you two can both bet twenty each.”
