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Chance
“And here is your food.” Krissy carefully places my plate in front of me before giving Dakota hers.
I’ve suddenly lost my appetite after my fight with Dakota, but I won’t let her know. I can’t let her know how much her attitude is affecting me.
“Thanks,” I mutter before picking up my burger and taking a bite.
Dakota and Krissy exchange some silent glance, that I’m sure uses some girl telepathy thing that I’ll never understand. Instead of trying to figure it out, I pretend I don’t notice and dive into my burger like I haven’t eaten for a month.
Without taking my eyes off my plate, I see Krissy move on to the next table, leaving me alone with Dakota once again.
“Good burger?” she asks, not touching her own food.
“It’s alright,” I mutter between bites.
“The way you’re attacking it, it looks like the best burger you’ve ever had.” The corner of her mouth ticks up, letting me know that she’s teasing.
I relax, letting my shoulders slump as I put down my food. Grabbing the paper napkin from the middle of the table, I take my time wiping my fingers before I formulate a response.
I’m not sure how to handle teasing Dakota. Pissed off Dakota, that’s easy. Sassy Dakota, I’ll play. Sexy Dakota, hell yeah.
Teasing or flirting Dakota? This is new territory.
“For a pub burger, it’s alright. Brett knows what he’s doing.”
“Brett is…” Dakota trails off.
“Krissy’s fiancé and the owner of the pub.”
“Gotcha.” She looks around the place again, as if seeing it with new eyes. “I don’t know why I haven’t come here more. I always just seem to end up at The Whiskey Dam. Probably because it’s closer to work.”
“The Dam is good if you want loud music and a place to forget. The Lucky Dog is more of a local’s meeting place.” I pick up my beer and take a sip, now even more fascinated with the woman across from me. She’s been in Whiskey Falls for years but still acts as if she’s brand new.
“I’m beginning to see that.” She meets my eyes for a moment—one intense, heat filled moment that takes me by surprise—before she picks up her wrap and takes a bite.
My eyes are drawn to her mouth. Memories of our weekend together race through my mind as I watch her tongue glide over her lips, thinking of the way it ran over my body. I can feel my body reacting to her in such a visceral way that I can’t ignore it.
“Wow, you weren’t kidding. The food here is good. I’m going to have to bring Addie here some time.” She takes another bite, this time closing her eyes as she chews.
She must be doing this to me on purpose. There’s no other reason for it. She’s eating a chicken wrap, for crying out loud.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks, snapping my attention away from lust-filled thoughts that I shouldn’t be having, especially since last weekend was a one-off and will never be happening again.
I let myself lose control in a way I never had before. Not only did I sleep with her in my bed, but I asked her to stay the whole weekend. I cooked for her. We talked. That’s not me. I don’t do those things.
“Chance?”
“Huh?” My mind is reeling and my heart sinks as the reality of our situation is coming to light. I’m in too deep with Dakota. Deeper than I ever meant to be. I think I’m starting to develop feelings for her.
I don’t do feelings.
“Are you alright?” Genuine concern crosses her face, and she twitches her fingers like she’s fighting to reach across the table to touch me.
This is all too much. Everything about her is just too much.
“How’s everything going here?” Krissy asks, waltzing up to the table with an empty tray in her hand.
“Just fucking fine,” I seethe, standing from the booth, leaving the two women gaping up at me. “Just fucking fine.”
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