Southern Attraction (Southern Heart 3)

“Ready?” Mike asks.

“Yeah, can you put this in your wallet?” I hand him the items from my wallet.

“You won’t need it.”

“Just in case,” I say, offering him my hand again. He grumbles but takes it and shoves it into his wallet.

“You ready?” he asks.

“Yeah. You sure I’m dressed okay?”

He takes his time appraising me. “You’re perfect, babe. Let’s go.” He offers me his hand and I take it without hesitation.

“Let’s get this adventure started.”

“What makes you think it’s going to be an adventure?”

I kick out my foot to show him my black boots. “If these won’t work, I can only imagine what you have in store for me today, country.”

“I’m going to show you my world.” He squeezes my hand before releasing it to open the passenger door of the truck.

I don’t know what he has planned and I find that I don’t really care. Spending the day with him, regardless of what we do, is all I care about. I’m not afraid; I know he would never put me in a dangerous situation. No, the only danger I’m in is losing my heart to him. I’m fighting the pull, but he’s too much. He’s more than I expected and everything I ever wanted all in one hot-as-hell package.

I’m in trouble.

I’m little nervous about today. I hope Jamie has a good time. I just want to show her a little of life here in Kentucky. She’s all city; her only true country experience has been her time here when visiting Whitney.

My reason is a little selfish. I can’t help but think about being more with her. More than… well whatever it is we are. I don’t think there’s a label for it. In my mind, if I can make her fall in love with the country, then maybe, just maybe, she’ll want to be here all the time. Maybe she’d be willing to give up life in the city and be here with me.

Like I said, selfish. She’d be leaving her family and everything she knows, but my business is here. It’s too much to think about, and too early to be thinking it. I can’t help it though; she’s got me twisted.

“First stop is the shoe store.” I reach over the console and rest my hand on her thigh.

“First kiss?”

I smile. “Stacy Hall, seventh grade.”

“Seventh grade, huh? Let me guess, spin the bottle?”

“Nope. It was our first dance. Dances don’t start until seventh grade here. David bet me I wouldn’t ask her to dance. I did,

and of course he had to pay up. Then we went double or nothing that I wouldn’t do it again and that time kiss her.”

“So you just went for it, huh?”

“I mean, there was some planning and strategic moves, but yeah, I won.” I wink at her before turning my eyes back to the road.

“I see. Care to enlighten me?”

“You know. I had to tell her how good she looked, even went as far as telling her she was the prettiest girl there.”

“Was she?”

“She was. What about you?”

“Jason Jeffers, eighth grade.”

“Spin the bottle?”