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“Hi.” My voice comes out all breathy. I clear my throat and try again. “Hi.”
“Good evening, young man,” Mercury greets.
Gibson’s smile widens. “Good evening, Mercury.”
“Ready?” I don’t wait for his answer and step forward forcing him to retreat from the door.
Gibson chuckles. “What’s the rush?”
I grab his hand and lead him down the stairs to the golfcart. “I fear Uncle Mercury is gearing up to give a lecture on manners in modern day.”
“Mercury is a hoot.”
We sit in the golfcart and he starts driving us toward town.
“Easy for you to say. You don’t live with him. The amount of time the man can spend in the bathroom is epic. And I lived through the great poop incident of 2020.”
“The great poop incident of 2020?”
I feel my face heat. Zeke always teased me for using the term poop incident. But when I glance over at Gibson, he appears intrigued. Of course, Gibson isn’t my real boyfriend the way Zeke was. Although, is a man really your boyfriend when he’s sleeping with every woman within the city limits?
“My ex got salmonella poisoning from eating Chinese takeout. I told him not to order from the place. The restaurant was always a complete mess. Dirty with broken chairs piled in the corner. And the floor?” I do an exaggerated shiver.
“But would he listen to me?” I roll my eyes. “Of course not.”
“And thus the great poop incident of 2020.”
I nod. “He had diarrhea for a week. It was…”
“I get it. There’s only one toilet on the tour bus and five of us. Anytime we order spicy takeout…” He trails off with a mock shiver.
“I cannot imagine living in such close quarters with four other people.”
“You don’t have any siblings?”
“Nope. It’s just me and my mom.”
We stop in front of a building and I read the sign Naked Falls Brewing. I frown. Is our date at a brewery? I don’t drink and he’s not supposed to be drinking. The brewery isn’t the best choice.
“Um…”
“There aren’t any other places in town to eat besides the diner and the brewery,” he explains. “And the diner closes early.”
“Okay,” I give in since he does have a point.
He hurries around the cart and offers me his hand. “Shall we?”
I stare at his hand for a long moment. I should probably avoid touching him since every time we touch I’m tempted to touch him more. Maybe throw myself at him. And I’ve never been good at resisting temptation.
I grasp his hand and electricity hits me with a whoosh. I nearly stumble but Gibson tightens his hold on my hand to steady me.
“I didn’t expect you,” he murmurs.
“Expect me? You’re the one who asked me out.”
“Never mind.” He clears his throat. “Shall we?”
I study the brewery as we enter. It has an industrial vibe. The walls are exposed brick and the large ducts are painted a matte black. This place is totally my style.
