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Bridget stood as well. “Definitely.”
“What? Now?” Melly asked, breaking our connection to look at Mallory in confusion.
“Us, yes,” Mallory told her. “You? No. Daniel came to see you and we wouldn’t want to keep him from that. He can drive you home. Right, Daniel?”
“Absolutely.” I nodded to back up the one word.
Melly’s gaze returned to mine and she swallowed.
“If he’s a dick, Arlo’s here,” Mallory told Melly, but I recognized it for what it was: a warning to me.
“I won’t be a dick,” I vowed.
“But–” Melly sputtered as Bridget gave her a hug. Before she could say anything else, they were gone.
Mallory gave me a chance to make things right and I sure as hell wasn’t going to blow it.
So I pulled out a stool and sat down, grabbed Melly’s and pulled her closer so her knees were tucked between my legs. “Now. What were you saying about how your vibrator fits?”
9
MELLY
I groaned.I closed my eyes and, like a little kid, hoped that if I couldn’t see Daniel, he wasn’t really there.
Oh my God. I should have stuck to my one glass of wine rule! Mallory was a horrible influence because I sat tucked right in front of Daniel Pearson.
I’d told him about my vibrator as an insult to his dick. Now I had to talk about it, not on the phone, but right to his face which was only inches away. I was in a bar full of people, but I was alone with Daniel Pearson. For the third time today.
I’d never seen Mallory and Bridget leave a bar so fast. Well, maybe that time Bridget screamed when she realized she’d sent Maverick the answers to that sex quiz. They’d run out of here that night just as fast.
Now, they’dintentionallyabandoned me with Daniel. And he was going to drive me home! Theywantedme to sleep with him.
I grabbed my wine and took another sip. I was tipsy, but not drunk and with what was left in the glass, that wasn’t going to change.
“I shouldn’t have told you that. I shouldn’t have called you,” I admitted, looking up at him from my glass.
While his dark gaze still radiated intensity, it wasn’t filled with the same anger or frustration it had earlier. He was calm, his body relaxed, and he wasn’t growling. His hands rested casually on top of his thighs, but his thumbs touched mine. I eyed their size–his whole hands, not just the thumbs–the ruggedness of them from hard work.
He had on the same shirt, a deep blue and dark gray plaid flannel. Now, the sleeves were rolled up to show corded forearms sprinkled with dark hair. The shirt wasn’t tight, but it was snug, as if he had trouble finding a size that fit him. His beard made him even more rugged and a little wild. I picked up on his scent. Dark and manly and potent.
He and Danny looked alike. Similar coloring, but Danny was built differently. Leaner. Daniel was solid. Like the sturdiest trees in the forest. And had a beard. They were both handsome, but I was only attracted to Daniel. In fact, I wondered what those hands would feel like on my skin, if beard burn really did happen or if it was only a fantasy found in romance books.
“Yes, you should have,” he countered, his voice almost gentle. “I’m glad you did.”
“You do not need to know about my vibrators.”
“Hmm… vibrators. Plural,” he mused.
I took another slug of wine.
My confessions–multiple–confused the hell out of me. Why had I really called him? Why was I sitting here turned on and flustered by this specific man? Why was I not attracted to men my age when the one man who’d driven me away from all of them in general was older? Why was I desperately craving Daniel Pearson when he was everything I tried so hard to avoid?
Daniel was older. Experienced. Not looking for anything serious because he was leaving town. Leaving. As in not staying in Hunter Valley.
I was settled in this town. I had no interest in going anywhere or seeing the world. I’d done it once and made it as far as Idaho and that was enough. I was safe here. Happy. Content.
Except I was also horny. Mallory would call it that. There was no reason to call it anything else.
