An Endless Kind of Love (Kinds of Love 3)

“It’s not a problem, Chef,” Dylan assured her, an idea coming to him. “We’ll go to Sandy’s.”

The more he thought about it, the more the chicken falling on the floor was a blessing in disguise. He could take Bonnie out to dinner, without having to actually ask her out. He wanted to find out more about her. He wanted to spend time with her and see her smile again. This was a great option.

“We will?” Bonnie asked, turning to look at him.

“Oh, you should definitely go to Sandy’s,” Chef told her, nodding emphatically. “I make a good burger, but Sandy’s is out of this world. And the cheese curds? To die for. Go to Sandy’s.”

Chef gave Dylan a wink. She’d been trying to set him up with a “nice girl” since he’d shown up on the ranch. He was just

glad that Chef had decided that Bonnie was a nice girl. For once, he was glad for her help.

Bonnie looked back and forth between him and Chef. If she suspected something, she stayed quiet. She shrugged. “Okay. I’ll need to change first, though.”

“Wear something cute,” Chef advised. “It’s not fancy, but cute is always good.”

Bonnie nodded slowly at her. “Okay.”

“I’ll meet you outside your cabin in ten minutes,” Dylan said. He put his hand on her shoulder and guided her out of the kitchen and away from Chef. He didn’t want the motherly woman to get too pushy and scare Bonnie off of dinner.

“Okay. Sounds good.” Bonnie flashed him a smile and waved to Chef before heading out of the kitchen to change. Dylan watched the wet spots and knew he was a lucky man.

“Make sure you get her the cheese curds,” Chef told him, pointing her wooden spoon at him like an extended finger.

“You know, the saying is ‘the fastest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’,” he teased her.

“It’s really a gender-neutral thing,” she assured him. “Food makes everyone fall in love. That’s why fancy restaurants and date nights exist.”

Dylan laughed. “Oh, Chef.”

“I’m serious about those cheese curds, though Dylan.” Chef pointed her wooden spoon at him. “This one’s a keeper.”

He looked out the small kitchen window to see her walking through the early evening sunshine, and he had to agree.

I just hope she wants to be kept, he thought to himself.

Chapter 12

Bonnie

Bonnie changed her shirt twice and put on more mascara than usual. She was nervous.

This felt like a date. Only, it totally wasn’t. At least she didn’t think it was. They were simply going out to a restaurant because the ranch didn’t have any food. That was it. He was being a good co-worker. There was nothing romantic about it.

Even though she wanted there to be.

Either way, she was nervous now. It felt enough like a date to make her stomach queasy, and her legs want to move around.

She made sure her hair looked nice enough and that her mascara wasn’t leaving raccoon circles under her eyes. She didn’t really have enough time to get truly dolled up, so she hoped this would do. She had her favorite pale blue t-shirt that gave her just a little bit of cleavage and her best jeans that she knew made her ass look good.

She nodded to herself in the small mirror and headed out to meet Dylan.

She found him leaning up against a cherry red sports car, looking for all the world like something out of a magazine. He had on jeans and a leather jacket. He looked like sex on a stick, especially leaning up against the car.

“Wow,” she said, coming up to look at the car. “Is this yours?”

“Nah, I stole it.” She looked up at him, and he laughed. “Is it okay if I drive? Your car is mostly fixed, but I don’t trust it yet. I still need to replace a few things.”

Gratitude flowed through her. “Thank you so much for doing that. You really don’t have to replace stuff. At least let me pay for some of it.”