He chuckles to himself. “Okay.”
“It’s probably a good thing you’re leaving so soon,” I say.
“Really?”
“Yup. Because I’m going to go out on a limb here—maybe too far but it wouldn’t be the first time—and say we’re going to sleep together tonight. I least I hope so. And, if that happens, you’re going to fall in love with me and I don’t really need all that noise.”
His jaw drops open. I’m not sure if he’s going to laugh or argue. I’m not sure if he knows either.
My temperature rises as I feel the power of bringing a guy like this to his knees. The ball is in his court now. A ball I purposefully put there because it’s what I wanted and I owned it. It’s so much easier than to tiptoe around a topic or let a man call the shots.
To Hell with that.
He blows out a breath, a smile stretches across his cheeks. “Let me just say before I get sidetracked that I most definitely hope we sleep together tonight.”
“Good.” I squeeze my thighs together in an attempt to quell the ache in my belly. “That solves that.”
He grins. “But, also, there’s a bigger chance of you falling in love with me than vice versa. I’m kind of anti-long-term anything.”
“That makes two of us.”
A look of satisfaction paints itself on his face. “This might work out better than I imagined.”
“Same.”
I look around the bar. Bodies fill most of the space, having come in at some point in the midst of my conversation with Boone. I have no intention whatsoever of engaging any of them in small talk or dancing or even ordering another drink.
“What time do you leave tomorrow?” I ask.
“Flight goes out at nine.”
“How bad do you want that burger?”
“Much less than I want your body.”
I grab my purse. “Let’s go then.”
He laughs as he swipes his wallet from his pocket. Jamming down a handful of bills, the number of which I don’t think he considers, he stands.
“I have a hotel room but I’m sharing it with my brother,” he says.
“It’s your lucky day then. You can see my body and our farm.”
He takes my hand as I start through the crowd. His palm is heavy and large and the thought of it touching my bare skin makes me shiver.
“Where ya going?” Peck hollers as we walk by.
“My house,” I call back.
“I’ll check on you in the morning in case he’s a serial killer,” Peck says.
“By then it would be too late.” Boone laughs.
I stop and look at Boone’s face before looking at Peck. “Don’t you dare bother me tonight. I’ll take my chances.”
Boone places a hand on each of my shoulders and spins me toward the door. “Nice to meet you, Peck,” he says as he taps me on the butt. “Now go.”
“Yes, sir.”