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“Right.” She flicks me between my eyebrows. “Down boy.”
“Hey!”
She flicks me again. “Granny panties. Think about granny panties.”
“Are you in them? Because that’ll still turn me on.”
“You’re a mess.” Giggling, she straightens her dress and snatches her purse. “Ready to go?”
No. “Yup.”
After freshening up in the bathrooms, we head out and I swear I’m walking on clouds. This head rush is amazing. On the way to the restaurant, we take turns story-telling our favorite memories and what’s more important: queso dip or guacamole.
“Queso is the obvious choice.”
“Ugh,” she pouts. “I knew there’d be a flaw in you somewhere.”
“Guac looks like orc snot.”
“Mmmm so yummy.” She taps her fingers to the beat of the song playing on the radio. “So, who is dinner with? You never told me.”
“My friends.” Who I can’t wait for her to meet, or I’d have canceled dinner already and taken Leah back to the hotel for some real fun. I pull up and let the valet take my car. Escorting Leah inside is a motherfucking privilege. Several pairs of eyes turn to us as we step inside, and I love it. She’s stunning.
And she’s mine.
“Good evening, Mr. Finch. Right this way.”
Leah makes a “Ohhh fancy” face at me and lets me escort her towards the stairs that bring us to the private seating area. It’s much quieter up here than it is on the first floor, which is what Landon prefers.
“Mase,” he says, standing up once he sees Leah with me.
“Landon, this is Leah. Leah, this mongrel here is Landon.”
“Hi.” She reaches out to shake his hand, but of course, he kisses it instead. Show-off.
“Great, now she probably needs a rabies shot. Keep your mouth to yourself.”
Landon clutches his heart. “You cut deep, man. Real deep.”
“Hi Leah.” Kerrington also stands to greet her.
“This is Kerrington. Don’t let his calmness fool you. He’s even worse than Landon.”
“If by worse you mean better looking, then yeah.” He also kisses Leah’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“And last, by design, is Gage.” I look around. “Who must be running late.”
“He went down to get champagne and is probably talking to the chef.” Landon slides back into the booth. “We’ve been pre-gaming for an hour.”
“So have we,” I say, letting Leah squeeze in next to Landon before I sit on her other side.
Kerrington cuffs his ears. “Please don’t talk about your pre-game. I’ll lose my appetite.”
I flip him off.
Leah wiggles in her seat. “Don’t let Mason get to you, boys. He’s just mad that I beat him.”
I gawk. “You did not. It was a tie!”