“No. I think I am ready for my surprise now.” She says, grabbing my shirt collar and pulling my lips to hers. She kisses me like never before.
“Do you think you can handle it?” I ask.
“I know I can.” She says confidently.
“We will go in a few minutes. I want to say goodnight to a few people. We have plenty of time.” I say after looking at my watch. It’s eleven fifteen.
“
Sounds good, Baby.” She says as I hold her hand.
Donny and Gage are sitting on the other side of the bar, and I want them to meet my girl. When Donny sees us, he moves over to Gage’s side of the booth making room for us.
“Hey Don, G, this is Josephine. Josephine, this is Donny and Gage Evers.” She gives them a little wave and sits down.
“Hi guys, everyone calls me JoJo. It's nice to meet you.”
I’m sitting beside her and put my arm around her shoulders. She immediately leans against me and sighs in contentment.
Donny looks at me with a raised brow, and Gage isn't even paying attention he is too busy staring daggers at the man talking to Lorelei. The man has been in love with her since we were kids.
“How is V doing with the new sitter?” I ask as I take a sip of my beer.
“She has that woman wrapped around her little finger. I have never seen her warm up to anyone like this.” He says as he starts to pull the paper off of his beer bottle. A classic sign of sexual frustration.
“How long have you two been a thing?”
“Just a few days.” Donny chokes on his beer when I say that.
“Days?” He asks.
“When you know, you know,” I say shrugging.
“Really. It’s that simple?”
“Absolutely, nothing is simpler.” I kiss the top of Josephine’s head.
“You should just go get her,” Gage says.
“I missed something,” I say.
“Donny has the hots for Verity,” Gage says with a mouthful of chicken wing.
“The babysitter?”
“No, she’s the nanny.” I can’t help it, I bust out laughing.
“You should heed your own advice asshole. Loralei is right over there. Getting hit on by Cole Howell.”
“Son of a bitch. I’ll be back.” Gage says after wiping sauce off of his face and pushing away from the table.
“He really should get his girl,” I say. “So, you really like the nanny?”
“It doesn’t matter how I feel. I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize V’s happiness.”
“I get that man, but eventually she will be all grown up, and you will be all alone. Trust me. I know what that feels like.”
“I’ll think about that.”