Claire started coughing. “Hold on. Choking here.”
Blowing out a frustrated puff of air, I waited for her to get it all out of her system. I knew Claire better than anyone. We grew up together. She was like my sister and I knew what was about to come.
“You like him!”
And there it is.
“No, I do not. I needed someone to dance with tonight since Cody backed out on me.”
With a loud laugh, Claire replied, “Oh, because the hundreds of single guys at the club aren’t good enough?”
“No. Because the moment he said that, I had to prove him wrong. I’ll get him loving country music by the time we finish his cabin if it kills me.”
“So you’ve already decided you’re taking on the cabin? What about the Conner project?”
Dropping my mascara back into my makeup bag, I dug around for my blush.
“Don’t worry, Claire. You’re always worrying. Are we all driving together or what?”
She sighed, and I knew this conversation was far from over. “We’ll pick you up at seven.”
“Perfect!” I said. “See ya then!”
The nice cowboy spun me around and dipped me at the end of the song, causing me to let out a laugh.
Pulling me back up, he searched my face. “Tell me you’re here alone.”
With a pout, I said, “Sorry, cowboy. Waiting for my date to show up.”
“Lucky him.”
I smiled and headed toward the bar. Even though I was dressed in a lightweight baby-blue shirt and shorts, I was still sweating my ass off. My mother had hated when I wore my cowboy boots with shorts, but that was when I was fourteen. I was older and I knew it made my ass look good.
Trying to catch my breath, I motioned to the bartender for another Bud Light.
“Better slow it down there, ladybug, if you’re too drunk you can’t teach me to dance.”
Goose bumps ran down my neck and over my body as his hot breath touched my skin.
“How long have you been here?” I asked, taking the bottle of beer and pressing it to my lips. When I turned around, I damn near choked at the sight in front of me.
“Holy hell,” I whispered as my eyes looked at the Greek god standing in front of me. His dark hair and skin were made darker by the ultra-tight white T-shirt he had on. Moving my eyes down, I took in the jeans that certainly were not new. When I finally reached his boots, I smiled wide.
My heart skipped a beat and I fought like hell to ignore it. “You bought boots.”
His hand wrapped around my waist and he pulled me closer to him. My breath caught and I was positive he could hear my heart pounding against my chest.
Jesus. Was he always this touchy? I certainly hoped like hell he was.
“I did, and let me tell you something, they were expensive as hell.” He smiled and those damn dimples popped right on out. The urge to push my hand down my panties was real. So real, I let a small moan slip from my lips.
Thano leaned in closer, placing his lips next my ear. “But don’t worry, the saleslady assured me they would work when I told her I was trying to impress a country girl. I told her if they didn’t, I was bringing them back.”
Trying not to, I busted out laughing. Placing my hands on his massive chest, I ignored the pull in my lower stomach. With a good push, he took a few steps back. Not even bothered by the fact that I had used all my might to push him away and he only took two steps back.
I need to get to the gym.
“You wouldn’t think of returning them!” I gasped.
“I would! I totally would. So you better make it worth my while.”
The burning in my chest was something I wasn’t familiar with. I’d never had a guy make me feel the way Thano did. I was positive it was because of this whole running into each other bullshit we had going on. Maybe someone was trying to tell me something. If they were, I was going to keep ignoring them. A guy like Thano surely had to have a revolving door when it came to his bedroom and the girls he invited in. That had to be the reason he didn’t have a girlfriend.
When Dirks Bentley’s “Drunk on a Plane” started, I grabbed Thano and pulled him out onto the dance floor.
“Okay, now all these people are doing the two-step. It’s really simple once you get it down. When you get a little comfortable with the steps then you can try giving me a spin or two!”
He smiled, but it was almost an evil smile. Like he knew something I didn’t. “Thélis na horépsis mazí mu, Kilyn?” he called out.
I froze and couldn’t move an inch. Never mind the fact that I had barely gotten over how damn good he looked, now he pushed me right in front of the MAC truck and tried to finish me off by saying something in what I could only assume was Greek.