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Dimples, white teeth and a panty-melting grin were now on full display. A display she couldn’t seem to take her eyes away from. That was her excuse for not noticing Zach slip his hand into the front pocket of her jean shorts. Not until all those darn goosebumps sprung back up to attention.
At her questioning and undoubtedly shocked look, he pulled out his hand and took a step back, his smile never wavering. “Just thought you might like my number. Now that we’re friends, and all.”
Libby finally looked away from his face long enough to see her phone in his hands.
“Oh,” was all she managed as she watched him save his number into her phone.
I knew I should’ve added a pin code to that thing.
He then appeared to call himself. To get her number. So much for setting boundaries.
CHAPTER FOUR
“You gonna tell me what’s going on, man?”
Zach’s eyes finally left the label on his beer bottle and met Cody’s. “Sorry, dude, I’m not much company tonight.”
Ever since he’d found out Libby didn’t date, he’d been dragging ass. Why the hell didn’t she date? Did that mean like ever? Had she never dated or was this a new thing? Even worse was it just a way of brushing him off?
“No shit. But see, the thing is, I got a sitter. Do you know how hard it is to find a decent babysitter in this town?” Zach had a feeling he was about to find out. “Hard. Really fucking hard. But I got one. Just for tonight. So ... get your shit together and tell me what the hell is going on with you because I only got a few more hours of precious freedom. And I gotta tell ya, your mopey ass is one hell of a downer.”
Great. Now he had to add guilt to the mix of emotions bubbling in his belly. Cody’s eyes darkened as he gave him that cop look that he no doubt used on suspects. Suspicious. Irritated. And a little disappointed.
“There’s this girl ...” Zach was done as soon as he saw the devilish expression scrunch up his friend’s features. “Forget it.”
Cody was not going to forget it. “Is this the chick you were getting it on with in Farm n’ Fresh?”
“Jesus Christ. This fucking town.” His fingers were now ruffling his own hair in frustration. “I was not getting it on with anyone in the damn Farm n’ Fresh!”
His friend’s snigger soon turned into a throaty laugh, giving Zach time to sigh and scan his surroundings. They were at the Tipsy Cow, the only place to get a decent drink in Woodvalley Pines. It was packed full of the usual suspects. Ranch hands gathered around the dart board and pool table, while older cowboys propped up the bar. And a handful of couples filled up the wooden booths scattered around the edges of the dimly lit dance floor.
No one was line dancing tonight, though. Not on a Tuesday night. Which was why he was there. In a dark corner at one of the scratched high-top tables, getting laughed at.
“Okay, okay. It’s not that funny. You really do need to get out more, man.”
Cody managed to compose himself fairly quickly. “I ain’t arguing with that. You never know, tonight’s sitter might stick around, and then I could actually start going out again. Maybe even get me a date.”
