She ran her fingers through her hair. “Nothing.”
I wanted to kiss the mouth I was becoming addicted to. “Come on, say it already.”
“A disappearing fiancé? Kind of begs the question of which one of you is crazy?” She wore a flirty little smile that was fanning the flames.
“You like a little crazy, huh? I can tell.”
She gasped. “Is that right? You think Ineedcrazy?”
I nodded and she gave me a wink. “What if I’m the crazy one?”
I finished my drink. “Nope, no way. I can’t see it.”
She leaned in even more, very aware that I now had a great view down her shirt. “Is that so?”
This time I leaned closer. “What are you doing?” Her lips were inches from mine. “Don’t poke the bear, baby.”
She bit her lip and looked sexy as hell.
A country song started blaring, and the place went wild. Madison motioned her head towards the dance floor. “That looks fun.”
No sooner than the words left her mouth, I had her hand leading her to the dance floor. We joined in the line dance, and she clearly had no clue what was going on.
She shouted in my ear. “When it comes to dancing, I’ve been told I’m a cross between a drunk dad at a barbeque and a stripper whose rent is due tomorrow.”
“Truth. You speak the truth!” I yelled over the music. “Just follow me. I already know you can’t keep your eyes off my ass.”
“Not anymore, mister smarty pants. I hate your ass. In fact, it’s hideous!”
“Is that sass, Miss Madison? I think sass means you want a swat onyourass.”
Her laughter was music to my ears.
She attempted to copy me and the people around us but was a good step or two behind. I knew she was one spunky lady when it became clear she was going to go down swinging with no plans of giving up. She looked like an adorable baby penguin in ice skates. I dug it.
The song ended, and Candy Golden, the bar owner, appeared on a stage in the corner of the room.
“It’s good to have y’all here tonight!” The room cheered. “It’s that time, Ladies. Beer chugging contest on this stage right now! The champion will get fifty bucks and a six-month supply of popcorn that my kid couldn’t sell for his school fundraiser! Lori Denton, the best waitress in town, will set you up!”
Madison grabbed my arm. “Oh yeah, baby, I got this.”
What was this girl yapping about? “Madison, you have to chug a whole pitcher of beer.”
“I know. It’s kind of like a secret talent of mine.” She gave me a wink. “And man, I need that cash!”
Madison and the whole cash thing, WTF?
At the speed of light, she hopped on the stage with three other women. Wearing a mischievous grin, she turned her gaze to me. A waitress brought each of them a pitcher of beer, and it was on.
The bar went nuts, and sure enough, Madison killed it. The only chick to finish the whole damn pitcher. Candy strolled over and lifted her arm in the air; all I noticed was the little trail of beer from her neck down her shirt. There couldnotbe more of a perfect job I’d like to have at that moment than to help her with that.
Minutes later, she’d collected her fifty bucks, and we made our promises to Candy that we’d load the popcorn into our truck before we left.
“I came, I saw, I kicked ass!” Clearly, her buzz was kicking in. “I don’t get to say that too often, so I want to relish it for a long ass moment.”
Austin popped over and gave Madison a high-five. “You slayed!”
She nodded. “I’m pretty sure everybody’s thinking that, huh?” She giggled and hiccupped. “I won fifty bucks! Yay for me!”
