“Alright,” his chin dips.
“Can I see your ID?”
Without answering, or asking why, he shifts in his chair and pulls his wallet out of his back pocket.
I don’t actually know Brian’s last name, or if he’d share the same last name as his dad, so this won’t exactly prove his story. But information is power. Plus I need to know this man’s name and somehow askingwhat’s your nameis harder to say thangive me your ID.
He pulls his license out and I flip my hand over, so it’s palm up on the table.
He nods to my phone, “You gonna send a picture of it to one of your friends?”
I was planning to just look at it, but that’s a way better idea.
“Yes.” It’s not a lie since I decide to do just that.
He sets the cool plastic in my hand, letting his fingertips brush mine as he pulls away.
Tingles zip up my arm, down my spine, and straight to my core.
Clenching my thighs, I look down at the name in front of me.
Axel.
Good grief, even his name is sexy.
I glance back up at him and confirm that this name is absolutely perfect for him. It’s as if he was born into this world destined to be an oversized sexy-as-hell man.
Dragging my eyes back down, I take in the rest of the information. Axel Davis, age – I do a quick calculation – 52, organ donor, resides two towns over from where I live in Darling Lake, and is 6 feet 6 inches tall.
I glance back up at him.
I’ve been sitting the whole time so the difference is a little more subtle, but I could tell he was big. So, the height doesn’t shock me even though that means he’s nearly a foot and half taller than me. He’s also 21 years older than me. And none of that changes the fact that I’m dying to scream his name while he pins me to a mattress. With his…
Is it getting warmer in here?
Subtly blowing out a breath, I pick up my phone, snap a photo and text it to Elouise with a sentence telling her that if she doesn’t hear from me tomorrow to hunt down this guy, not Brian.
Finished, I hold out the license for him to take back, “It’s nice to meet you, Axel.”
I blush as I speak his name out loud for the first time, and I swear his eyes sharpen on me.
“The pleasure’s all mine.” His fingers brush against mine again as he grabs his ID and I have no doubt that he’s doing it on purpose. “What was your second question, Maddie?”
“Hmm?” I pick up my glass, then set it down again. “Oh, right. What did the reminder in Brian’s phone say?”
I don’t have a good reason for asking, just curiosity.
He smirks, “It said,first date with Maddie - Dark Haired Babe - at The Bar.”
“Oh.” I can feel the surprise on my face at being called a Babe by a 20-year-old.
“I might be pissed at him right now, but he got the description right.”
My cheeks feel like they’re on fire, “Thank you.”
Is it weird to say thank you for that? I shouldn’t have said thank you.
Axel holds my gaze, “You’re welcome.”