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“I’ll have the same, except I want a house salad with blue cheese and a Diet Coke.”
“I have a question,” I tell her as soon as Paul leaves the table.
“About the vow?” she asks, looking down at her hands in her lap. I reach over and place my hand over both of hers.
“No. you don’t have to tell me anything about that if you don’t want to. Why does he call you Bucky?”
“Oh,” she says, giggling. “Paul is the sheriff of Pine Grove’s youngest son. We grew up together. My two front teeth were too big for my head for the longest time. I had buck teeth, and that boy never let me forget it.” She’s still laughing.
“I see,” I say, chuckling.
“I should tell you about the vow,” she says, still looking at me. Her blue-green eyes are very vivid right now.
“Only if you want to,” I say, even though I’m dying to know. I also hate that Paul knows her secret vow, and I don’t. It doesn’t sit right with me. She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.
“I vowed, to myself, that I would only have sex with the man who would be my husband.” There’s no way on God’s green Earth that this girl is a virgin. None. It’s not possible. “That’s not a dealbreaker, is it? Most guys don’t like that I won’t sleep with them, so I just avoid them all together, not that I think that we’re dating or anything that will lead to sex.” She’s adorable when she babbles.
“Take a breath, Belle,” I say, taking her hands and pulling her closer to me in the booth. “Let’s get one thing straight; I’m a man. If you told me you were never having sex, I’d still want to be with you. I’d respect your wishes. But this just goes to show me that you will one day be my wife.” Her eyes widen as I lean closer to her, my mouth against her ear. “Besides, I can give you pleasure in a million different ways without ever taking your cherry. You know that, don’t you?” I feel her shake her head no. “You will.”
ChapterSix
Belle
What the hell just happened? My entire body feels like it’s on fire. I somehow manage to eat my lunch. As soon as we are almost done, my dad saunters out of the kitchen and comes right toward us. I scoot out of the booth and hug him.
“Hello, Belly,” he says, making me cringe. He’s not saying it to be mean. He’s always called me that, but now that I have a gut, it hurts a bit. He doesn’t seem to notice my hurt or my belly, to be fair.
“Hi, Papa!”
“Introduce me to your young man,” he says as Kent stands.
“Papa, this is Kent Beaufoy. Kent, my dad, Kellen Fisher.”
“It’s nice to meet you, sir,” Kent says, shaking his hand.
“What are you intentions with my daughter?” Papa asks, and to his credit, Kent doesn’t balk at such an old-fashioned question.
“I have only the best intentions with Belle, but I think I should discuss those with her first,” he says, and my dad nods.
“I like you. You should come to dinner at our house on Sunday.”
“I’d like that, but I have five sisters that I am responsible for.”
“The more, the merrier. My nephews will be there as well. Our numbers will round out well.”
“Okay, we’ll be there,” I say, wanting to do anything to get closer to this girl.
“I’ll take care of your check,” he says, grabbing it from the table. “See you Sunday,” he says, hugging Belle again before leaving. I reach into my pocket and pull out my wallet. I leave thirty dollars on the table for a tip.
“Let me walk you back to work,” he says. I immediately put my hand in his. I love that I feel safe enough with him to do that. We walk across the street and back toward the office. We are about two seconds from the door when he stops at his truck. “Hang on,” he says, swinging around to step down the curb and on the pavement. He unlocks the door and reaches above the visor.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“Medical insurance correction form, my secondary reason for coming into the office today,” he says, handing it to me.
“What was the first?” I ask, licking my lips. He stares at my lips, and I shiver in anticipation.
“You,” he says, pulling me closer to him.
