Page 46 of Three Not-So-Little Words (The Lawson’s #3)

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I’m the Luckiest Fucker in the World

Drew

“ G od damn, you look fucking incredible,” I say to Ronnie as I look over at her. I picked her up about twenty minutes ago, and I’ve barely been able to keep my eyes on the road ever since.

She looks down at herself. “You like the new dress?”

“Fuck, yes. I think it may be my new favorite.”

“If you like this, just wait and see what I have to wear when we get back to my place later.”

“Can’t fucking wait,” I say.

My eyes dart back and forth between her and the road. The dress she picked out hugs every single one of her curves. It takes “little black dress” to a whole new level, and I can’t wait to peel it off of her sexy body later.

“So, where are we going?” She asks.

“I figured we could start with dinner and then just see where the night takes us.”

“Oooh, sounds fun.”

Man, I hope so.

It doesn’t take us long to get to the restaurant. I decided to go all out and go somewhere really nice. This place looks fancy as hell even from the outside. I just hope the food is as good as the reviews say it is..

After I put the truck in park, I’m quick to hop out and jog to Ronnie’s side so that I can help her out. The heels she’s wearing are super hot, but I imagine they are hell to walk in.

She holds onto my arm as we walk inside. While we wait to talk to the host, I can feel every man’s eyes on Ronnie as they walk by.

Leaning down, I whisper, “How does it feel to know that every single man in here wishes that you were here with them right now?”

She looks up at me. “How does it feel that you’re the one I’m here with?”

“Like I’m the luckiest fucker in the whole world.”

A few moments later, we are ushered to our table. When I made the reservation, I asked for a corner table to make things a little more intimate. I’m happy to see they delivered.

We slide in next to each other and start looking at the menu.

“Wow, this is fancy,” she says. “Is this the kind of place you used to eat when you would be fighting?”

“Eh, sometimes. More often than not, I was loading up on protein and hitting the gym constantly. That didn’t leave a whole lot of time for fancy dinners.”

The waitress comes over and each of us orders a drink and a steak. When she’s gone, I ask, “What about you? I bet in your travels, you have gone to some pretty nice places.”

“Sometimes. I’ve always liked trying food from everywhere–whether that means a fancy restaurant, a taco truck, or a street vendor. I’ll eat food from anywhere.”

“You and me both.”

The waitress drops off our drinks, and while Ronnie is stirring her rum and Coke around with the tiny straw, she says, “Can I ask you something?”

“You can ask me anything, beautiful.”

“What was Colton’s mom like?”

Didn’t see that one coming.

I think for a second. “Natalie was just good. I’m not sure how else to describe her.

Someone would cut her off in traffic, and she would just say maybe they had somewhere important to be.

She would give a homeless person her last dollar without thinking twice about it.

There wasn’t a malicious bone in her body, and she gave all of that love and kindness to Colton”

“How did you two meet?”

“I had come to Miami to start fighting. When I first got there, I was partying all the time. Different girl every night and drinking constantly. One morning, after a particularly rough night, I went to a coffee shop. As I was in line, this woman behind me said that I looked like I could use a friend. She was right. Somehow, we just started talking. That led to us hanging out, and eventually, we got together.”

Ronnie smiles. “She sounds great.”

“She was. But she and I worked much better as friends. We loved each other, but it was just missing that spark, that passion. It didn’t help that she didn’t care for what I did for a living.

She said it was too hard for her to watch me get hurt like that.

We decided to call it off and just focus on raising Colton as best we could. ”

“You guys did a good job. He’s a pretty cool kid.”

“Thanks. I’m just trying not to mess up all the good work that Natalie did.”

She sets her hand on my thigh. “Don’t sell yourself short. You are a great dad.”

“And you were great with Colton last weekend. I don’t know how to say thank you enough.”

She stops me. “It’s okay, Drew. Really. We had fun.”

Leaning forward, I whisper, “I’m going to make it up to you this weekend…over and over again.”

“Oh, yeah? That’s a big promise.”

“Baby, that’s one promise I fully intend to keep.”

She smiles, and I add, “By the way, your brother and Jamie at the shop saw your text message the other day.”

“Which one?”

“The one where you tell me what you’re going to do to my cock.”

A look crosses her face, but it’s one of realization rather than embarrassment. “Ahhh, right. Oh well. They know how I am. I have no shame about wanting to have a good time.”

“Do you know how sexy you are?” I ask her.

She shrugs her shoulders. “Eh, I may need you to show me later.”

“Why wait until later when I can do it right now?”