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“Alright.” I blew out a breath as I matched her long, hurried steps. “Well, I thought I was gonna get to eat and I’m fuckin’ starved.”

I let it hang there hoping she’d take my hint and let me know it was a good idea, in her own way, of course.

“Then you should get something to eat,” she responded in her to-the-point tone.

“I plan to. Would you like to join me?”

We had made it back to the car. She hurried around to the driver’s side and I didn’t bother trying to get the door. She would have hated it.

She blinked at me over the hood.

“Are you asking me on a date?”

“Yes,” I told her with a chuckle.

“Aren’t we too old for that?”

“Never too old to let me show you a good night.” I tossed a wink her way and opened my door. Not giving her a chance to say anything else, I slid into the seat and waited for it all to sink in.

“Where am I heading, then?” she asked as she started driving away.

“Back to your place,” I told her as I kept my eyes straight ahead. “I’m puttin’ you on the back of my bike tonight.”

I expected her to tell me no, but there was only silence that followed.

I smiled the entire drive back to her place.