One of the guys across the room roared with laughter as I took another pull from my beer.
“What’s yours?” I asked.
“Yellow.”
“That the color of your bedroom at home?”
“It is.”
I grinned. “Makes two predictable people, then.”
She shrugged. “I know I’m predictable. We just talked about that, remember?”
Now, even the waitress was giggling at us.
“You guys got nothing better to do?” I roared.
Dani’s soft giggle filled my ears as everyone turned their attention back to their food. And their dates. And their fucking jobs.
“Getting irritated, Buckaroo?”
I sucked air through my teeth. “Okay, Bambi. My turn. Favorite ice cream flavor.”
“Caramel. Yours?”
“Rocky road.”
“Wow. Oddly normal.”
I shrugged. “I aim to please.”
“I’m sure you do.”
Her words lit a fire under my ass. “Favorite vacation destination.”
“The beach. Hands down. You?”
“The mountains. I enjoy the solitude and the aloneness.”
“Throw in a hot tub and I’m down for it.”
“Isn’t that a given already? Who doesn’t like a nice hot tub?”
“Weirdos.”
I snickered. “Yeah. Weirdos.”
She leaned forward. “Favorite movie.”
I mocked her movements. “Top Gun. You?”
And when she smiled, my heart skipped a beat. “Any one of the Die Hard movies.”
23
Dani
Max snickered. “You’re a fan of the Die Hard movies? They’re terrible.”