“Please tell me I didn’t throw up in it.”
“Thankfully, no.” He grins down at me and tucks a pink strand of my hair behind my ear.
“Where are we going?” I ask as he follows me down to his spectacular car and opens the door for me.
“I thought we’d just go to a place downtown for dinner and maybe take a walk by the water front.”
Instead of sitting in the leather seat, I walk to the rear of the car and gaze at the snake emblem, the chrome, hell, even the tires are pretty.
The car is black, all black, with tinted windows, making the chrome look even shinier. I feel my eyes glass over and I sigh.
“Meg?”
“Huh?” I glance up into Will’s amused blue eyes and shake my head ruefully. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Are you okay?” he asks with a chuckle and moves to me, settles his big hand at the small of my back, and between his touch and this car, I can’t breathe.
“This is a Shelby.” I state, as if that explains everything.
“I know,” he responds. “Are you a motor-head?”
“No, I just really, really love your car.” Jesus, I love his car. This car is sexy as hell. Suddenly, I picture myself going down on him in the front seat as he drives and I gasp, squeeze my thighs together and run my fingers through my loose hair.
“What just went through that amazing head of yours?” he asks, his eyes narrowed, as he grips my shoulders and turns me to face him. I swallow.
“Nothing.” I lie.
“You’re a horrible liar.”
“Let’s just say, this car is really sexy, and does things to me,” I respond, not looking him in the eye.
“Really,” he drawls and smiles widely. He takes a tiny step closer, and tips my face up to look at him. His other hand snakes around my waist and he starts to lower his face to mine, but I step quickly out of his embrace.
“Don’t get any ideas.” I warn him and walk over to the open passenger door. He steps in front of me, blocking my way.
“Why not?” he asks.
“This is only a first date,” I remind him.
“So?”
“So, no ideas, Montgomery.” I try to look stern, but can’t help but smile at him. He’s just too… Will.
“Don’t tell me you have that stupid girl three-date-rule?”
I shrug, but don’t answer.
Hell yes, I have a three date rule!
“Can we count the engagement party as the first date?” he asks as he steps back and allows me to slide down into the plush seat.
I’m sitting in a Shelby! Holy fuck.
“No,” I respond when he gracefully lowers his long frame into the driver’s seat.
“But I took you home,” he reminds me with a sly grin.
“But you didn’t take me there, so it wasn’t a date.”
“What about yesterday at the hospital?” he asks and merges into traffic.
“Anything that includes my job is not a date.” I laugh and run my hands along the dashboard. “This car is my every fantasy,” I whisper.
Will’s head whips around and he stares at me, his jaw dropped and then he starts to laugh, a huge, loud belly laugh and I join him, giggling like crazy.
“Great, so now you’re just using me for my car.”
“You’ll live.” I shrug. “So, how is Jules? I haven’t had a chance to call her since the party.”
“She’s good. Busy with their new business, and planning the wedding. I don’t know why they think they have to get married so soon.” He frowns and I want to run my fingers through his messy hair, but link my fingers together and keep them firmly in place in my lap.
“Did they set a date?”
“Yeah, for early October.”
“Why so soon?” I ask, surprised. That’s only a couple months away.
“Who knows? This is my sister we’re talking about. She said her whole life she wasn’t interested in getting married, then she falls for a guy and now she can’t get married fast enough.” He frowns and pulls the car into a parking garage.
“Maybe she’s just ready to get married.”
“I guess.”
“Don’t you like Nate?” I ask and turn in my seat to watch his face.
“I do. He’s a good guy, and he obviously loves my sister.” He backs into a parking space and I smile widely at him.
“What?” he asks.
“So, you’re just being an overprotective big brother then?” I tease him.
He frowns and then grins. “Yeah, can’t help it.”
“Jules is good, Will.” I pat his thigh and he captures my hand in his and kisses my knuckles, one by one, and just like that my stomach clenches and my breath catches and I wonder how the fuck I’m going to hold out for two more dates.
“Your fingertips have little callouses on them,” he murmurs.
“It’s from the guitar.”
His blue eyes meet mine. “I’d love to hear you play sometime.”
“Sometime,” I respond and grin.
“I love that dimple in your cheek.” He leans in and kisses my dimple softly once, then again and backs away, still clutching my fingers, to pin me with those fiercely blue eyes. “Do you feel this too?” he whispers.