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“You’re sweet,” I put on my sweetest voice and bat my eye lashes a few times.
Our moment is interrupted when our dinner is placed down in front of us. Clay asks the waiter for another top up of wine.
“No more for me,” I decline softly, shaking my head. “So, what is your plan going forward, will you move out of Lovelock Bay?” I ask as I stick my fork into my vegetables and pop a carrot into my mouth.
“Yeah, we actually sold the ranch a couple of days back.”
My brows lift as I try and act surprised, cutting into the medium rare steak, the meat like butter.
“Really? Did you sell it to a local rancher? I bet any of the ranchers in this picturesque little town would love to expand.”
Clay’s lips twist as he cuts into his steak, his eyes cast down for just a moment.
“Nah, we sold to an out-of-towner. All these ranch boys don’t need to feed their egos, it’s all a dick measuring contest in their eyes. The bigger the ranch… well…” he pauses and pushes his tongue into his cheek before popping a mouthful of steak past his lips and making that irritating moan again.
I cock my head to the side, straining my neck slightly and nibble on the inside of my lip to try and distract me from the noise he is making.
“Bet you’ve upset the big, dicked ranch boys now then…” I purse my lips to fight my smile. I only have one big, dicked ranch boy on my mind and that boy is Riggs Rivera.
“I’m sure I have, but there is one family that I know has taken the news a little sourer than the others.”
“Oh?” I act dumb and pop a piece of steak into my mouth, it melts on my tongue. Reaching for my glass, I lift the rim to my lips and take a mouthful.
“Have you heard of the Rivera brothers?” Clay asks as the waitress pops a fresh glass of wine on the table.
I choke on my wine, swallowing it before I gasp. Pulling my napkin from the table, I cover my mouth as I cough, eyes wide.
“Are you okay?” he looks panicked and I hold my hand up.
“Fine, just went down the wrong hole,” my voice is hoarse.
He stands from his chair and leans across the table to pour me a glass of water.
I thank him and reach for the glass to try and stop the burn in the back of my throat from inhaling my wine.
After a moment or two I place my napkin back on the table when my phone pings inside my bag.
“Excuse me for just one minute.”
Slowly bending down, I reach for my bag and place it on my lap as I open it up and slip the phone out that I was given.
Riggs
You’re taking too long
I fight my smirk.
Riggs
And I don’t like the way that he keeps touching you.
Possessive big, dicked rancher. I twist my lips and slip the phone away when it beeps again.
Riggs
You have ten more minutes, then I am coming to get you. Either you come willingly or I’ll drag you out of there myself and show you just who you belong to.
I ignore him, but before I go back to my dinner, I change his name in my phone to BDR and the eggplant emoji.
