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“You look and smell very nice,” I say.
“You as well,” he says. “No sling? Did you take your NSAIDs?”
I laugh. “Yes, daddy.”
“Just making sure,” he says. “I hate seeing you in pain.”
Aw, sweet.
We ride the elevator down and he whispers in my ear, “Your tits and ass look amazing in that outfit.”
I grin up at him. “Thank you, sir.”
“I’ve looked at the bars and restaurants in the Fort Worth Stockyards and decided on a place to have the Uber take us. Is that okay with you?” He turns the phone around and shows me the brewery he found.
“A brewery restaurant. Of course,” I say with a chuckle. “That sounds amazing actually.”
“Perfect.”
He types on his phone and then announces that the car will arrive in five minutes.
We exit into the beautiful lobby of the hotel and wait out front. He slips his hand in mine and kisses it. “This is going to be fun.”
The car drops us off at the Rodeo Brewery, and it’s a lovely spot with colorful outdoor tables surrounded by trees and a small stage at the front. There’s indoor bar-type seating as well.
We’re greeted by a hostess and given a table and menus.
“We definitely have to try some of their local brews,” Lincoln says.
“So we can talk smack about it and discuss how much better ours are?” I suggest.
He narrows his eyes at me and suppresses a grin. “I would never.”
I wave a dismissive hand and put my eyes back on the menu. “Oh, please. I know you would. And have. Even if you’re not saying it out loud, you’re thinkin’ it.”
“Unbelievable,” he says in mock offense. “I would never criticize another brewery’s beer. I mean, unless it was just super awful.”
“Sure, sure,” I say, grinning into my menu.
“The brewery process is obviously a little different here in Texas, and I’m curious to see how the tastes vary,” he continues.
“Oh, so this is for research purposes. Got it,” I say with a wink.
“Hi, y’all! I’m Tammy. What can I get you started with?”
“Hi, Tammy. We’ll start with a flight of the Bucking Broncos line for now.”
“And a Diet Pepsi, please,” I add.
“Comin’ right up!” she says, flouncing off in short-shorts and a bounce in her step.
“Hi, y’all! We’re Memphis Blue! How you doin’, Fort Worth?”
Everyone claps and whistles, then the band begins to play some seriously old school honkytonk music.
Thankfully, it’s not too loud to still have a conversation. The air is muggy as it’s the end of summer, but I’m loving it. My skin isn’t threatening to crack in the dry air, and it feels soft. I miss this weather so much.
“There you are,” Tammy says, setting down two flights of the first line we’re planning to try.
