She pulls back, the corner of her lips twist and she raises a brow. “Is that so?”
“Every.” I press a kiss to her lips. “Square.” Another kiss. “Inch.”
Her body shivers, and she steps out of my hold. “Not here,” she whispers through gritted teeth. “You know how turned on I get when you talk like that.”
“I don’t see the issue.” I smirk.
She swats my chest playfully. “Get back to the bar. Tucker needs you.”
“Tucker doesn’t need me.” I laugh. “But I’ll get back to work. If you insist.”
“I do.” She presses both palms to my chest, lifting up to give me one more parting kiss.
As I walk back toward the bar, her words ring in my ear.
I do.
After my first real relationship went down the drain, I swore I would never think of hearing those words from anyone else. I felt as if I was destined to be the grumpy bar owner in Bluestone Lakes for the rest of my life. Waking up to tend to the ranch, working my lunch shift, and then going back to the ranch. I poured my life and soul into both of those things because I never believed I was worthy enough for another chance with someone.
Blair saved me from myself.
She saved me from ruining every relationship I had with my friends and family by bringing me out of the phase of life I felt stuck in. Looking back, I’m shocked that my sisters and Tucker didn’t give up on me and cut me from their lives for being as angry as I was for no damn reason.
It’s only been four months, but I see the future with her more than just her living with me the way she has been. Despite hernot wanting to sell the tiny home yet, I don’t get the feeling she’s going to run off on me.
I fully trust Blair with my heart.
It’s a wild and freeing feeling because I never thought I’d be able to trust this way again.
Stepping behind the bar, I find Blair staring at me again. I shoot her a wink and smile, and she does the same before getting back to work with Nan.
I love her.
I love Blair with my entire existence and will make her my wife one day.
That much I know is true.
Wiping the counter, a man I don’t recognize sits down in front of me.
“What can I get you?” I ask.
He looks around quickly. “What’s all this about tonight?”
“This is karaoke night.” I point toward Nan. “See that woman over there? She organized this whole thing a few months ago so we made it a weekly thing here.”
“Nan,” he says.
I raise a brow and turns back in his stool to face me. “You know her?”
He nods. “She’s the one who gave me the keys to my new place.”
“Ahhh.” I grin.
The old me would have been annoyed as shit at someone new moving here yet again. The man sitting in front of me is dressed in jeans and a polo T-shirt. But looks to be hiding his face under the baseball cap sitting low over his eyes. I’ve learned to read people through this job, and he’s without a doubt from some big hub city.
“Guess I should introduce myself then, huh?” I extend my hand across the table. “I’m Griffin.”
“Dallas.” He returns my handshake.
